Me: Hey Quinn...real quick...did you draw on the table? Quinn: Nope. Me: You sure? Quinn: Nope. (I love how kids have NO idea what "Are you sure" means) Me: You wanna come take a look...because I'm pretty sure this is your work? Quinn: Nope. Not me Mom. I draw on paper. Me: Really though...because...last I checked, you're the only Oeser (at this moment) that draws arms and legs that protrude DIRECTLY from an oversized head, that's usually accompanied by a fancy mohawk. I mean...you wanna double check here? Quinn: Yeah, no...not me Mom. I think Penny. Me: Weird. Penny has a difficult time with so much as a circle, but if you say so. Quinn: Can you buy me my Frozen Fever Elsa dress tomorrow for Halloween? Me: *18 long, dry blinks* So this is the TABLE... In ALL of her glory...there she is. The homeliest table you've EVER seen. 8 of us live in this house, and here's our table for 5. 4 matching chairs, and 1 shitty garage sale find. But...MAN...I love this table! Most every night, I'll find a few Shopkins chilling on our table (if you don't know what a Shopkin is, go ahead and thank Baby Jesus). They're always covered with a blanket, and always only 2 (a toilet and a watermelon today.) Don't EVER move these lover Shopkins...EVER...unless you'd prefer the wrath of Penny and Quinn before your morning cup of Joe. You don't want this. Trust me. How cute is this though? I like to think it's their way of demonstrating a Mother and Father's love for one another. Whatever the case...it makes me smile...and wanna love up on my man. There is SO much CRAP on this table. Marker, paint, pencil, Sharpie, NAIL POLISH, Easter egg coloring stains, sticky Mailbu puddles...you name it! This is where Harper practiced her vowels. That, or...Ella was working on her Spanish "Hellos." I can't be too sure. This is just a Hello Kitty sticker on a chair. It's been there for YEARS!!! I don't have the heart to remove it because it's Penny's kitty chair. That, or I'm just lazy. I'll never tell. #justlazythough Awwwwwwww...here's a heart that Jack drew for me when he was little.
Yeah. No. That's pizza sauce. Seriously though...this table. It's so ugly. It's so run down. Kev hates it!!! Talks about sanding it down and revarnishing it...or just tossing it...because it's THAT hideous. He's kidding NO ONE!!! We LOVE this table!!! It's everything! It's our kids. It's their drawings. It's their thoughts. It's their messes. It's this house. It's our memories. It's our lives. It's our EVERYTHING!!! This table means the WORLD to me!!! So much, in fact, that I just took close to 85 professional pictures of the damned thing! What does your Family have? What is the one thing that you'll take with you forever? The one thing that makes you tear up just thinking about it? Mine? The "Table." OUR Table.
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Debbie
10/12/2016 08:44:01 am
I'm the same way with our table 😍😍😍😍😍
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Deanna Bottoms
10/12/2016 09:56:42 am
This was so beautiful, my kids are in their 20's now. My oldest in Australia working, my youngest is probably staring at his comp screen battling one of his buds in some video game...oh wait it's 7:30 am...he's snoozing! Lol He's in college..
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Katie
10/12/2016 09:58:22 am
Mine is our Christmas tree "star". It's not a star, it's a cheap Yoshi toy that clings to the point of the tree and miraculously still plays music when you press the button,though I have no idea what song it is. When my husband and I first moved in together we couldn't afford much or fit a real tree in our tiny shitty apartment, so we had one 2 foot tree decorated mostly with toys and crap we found in the house. It broke my heart but the kids had no idea this meant we were super broke, they loved it. So Yoshi comes back every year.
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Sandee
10/12/2016 11:04:17 am
We a our table too......my sons (who is now 35) name is gouged on the top when he was practicing and pressing so hard on the paper. My mom signed a card once with her standard initial E and for some reason it also engraved itself in the wood. She's gone now and everytime I wipe that table I see it. My dad also gone wrote Grampa on something and it's forever there in our table among scratches and random letters and Easter egg dye. I will never give up this table and I hope someday my kids notice the corner where I etched mom ❤️ You........
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carolynn lowe
10/12/2016 04:58:47 pm
a response from my full-blooded-italian-mother (with the skip-the-R- rhode island accent):
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12/18/2016 08:35:15 am
Once my daughter drew on a lampshade and signed it and still insisted she didn't do it. Blamed it on her younger sister who couldn't write yet.
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