The Older the Violin, the Sweeter the Music

My favorite movie ever in the history of the world is where the title of today's blog post came from. If you don't know it, then maybe you should do a little research.

If you put dialog with the picture above, it might go something like this:

Me: "I love Cherry Coke!"
Natalie: "Hey! I want one!
Me: "Aren't our matching Levi's cool?"
Natalie: "Why on earth did Mom give us semi-mullets?"
Me: "I don't know, but it's way more obvious that we have mullets if you wear a pony tail. I'd take that down if I were you."
Natalie: "No, because my hair will get caught in the hood of my sweet puffer coat."
Me: "Where are we? On the surface of Mars?"

Actually, we were at Devil's Den State Park. One of our favorite Sunday drive destinations back in the day.

We turn 26 today. It's cool to be able to say we, but I don't really know any different. A birthday is traditionally a celebration for one person. But when you are used to sharing a birthday with someone, then it's a little strange when that other person is 600 miles away.

Here's our parents. They are responsible for creating a double person.

Can't you just hear our little high pitched, squeaky voices in the cab of this tractor with Dad? Natalie is probably saying, "I want to go swimming at Meme Francis' house!" and I'm probably saying, "What does this button do?"

And here is our Mom. Isn't she ravishing in her red polyester rodeo queen ensemble? She still wears it sometimes.

Ok, not really. But it would be really funny if she did. That's Ole' Silver in the picture. He lived to be like 467 years old. He even has a tombstone.

You could tell at an early age that we would have very different personalities. If you can't tell which one is which in the picture below, then I'm kind of wondering why you're reading this blog to begin with...who are you people anyway?

Observe the red boots, white hat and matching Levi jeans and jacket. Now observe the yellow sweatpants, gray boots and pink gloves. This is how we roll on the farm. If you still don't know who is who, please stop reading. I have no use for you.

Now, observe twin picture exhibit F: the smiley/crying kitty picture. One has a Big Bird cap, and the other is obviously very upset about something. The smiley kid must be up to something. Either that or the crying kid is just irritated she didn't get a Big Bird cap, too.

I would also like to point out the matching hoody jackets and Velcro shoes. Those are freakin' sweet. I wonder if Mom said, "Girls, take Blacky and go sit in front of those flowers. I want to take your picture."

So, Big Bird twin probably picked up the cat first and began to sit down for the photo shoot, when upset twin probably said, "I want to hold Blacky!"

At that point, Big Bird twin probably said, "Fine, but I get to eat the pork out of the Pork 'N Beans at dinner!"

Yes, this is something we used to fight over in our youth. While this seems rather disgusting now, we fought passionately over the hunk of pork out of the canned beans.

Seriously, if you can't identify who is who in these pictures, go away.

So, here's to us, and here's to the last four years in our 20s! For your birthday, Natalie, I'll let you eat the pork out of the Pork 'N Beans when I get home next.