It is 2:30 in the morning on a Monday morning in August. I have to be to work in about 4 hours and don't know what the HE.. that I am doing awake. Must not be such a good thing to go to bed with the kids at 10:00 p.m. It is a sad realization when you get 4 hours of sleep and realize that might be all that you will be getting. The alarm isn't supposed to go off until 6:00 a.m. but I don't know if I will get another wink of sleep, and here I am sitting at the computer blogging. (Almost as much of a junkie as my older sister Sarah) I just realized also that almost all of my siblings are connected to blogger.com.
There is Sarah who started the whole mess with her blog, possibly the funniest place that I have ever been on the internet. SevenVillageIdiarts is her blogs name and really I'm not kidding when I say that there is some real comic genius there. Sometimes maybe at your expense but mostly at her own and different things that have happened in her life. She has a really strong sense of remembrance and can make any situation funny. Love her blog and wouldn't give checking it out everyday for anything.
Michael, next in line from me, blogs with his girlfriend Becca, a very very nice girl that someday I hope to be able to call sister also. Their blog is Beccaandmike, also another great place to catch up on their lives and what is happening down in St. George. Those two lead a very interesting and fun life together. Never sure where they might be whether in Southern California or just down in the parents basement playing XBox 360. Love them both and have to also check their blog everyday.
I have this place on the internet that I like to call home, and if you are reading this you probably know that this is GooldisGood. Maybe not as exciting as Sarah but do like to poke fun at the world in my own kind of way. Don't ever blog about your parents, I think one of my blogs, intended for fun, ran my own mother off. Mom it was just for fun.
Tonight, or should I say this morning, while checking some e-mails I realized that 2 more of the seven have blogger identities. Hopefully to expound here really soon, the baby Eric and the only other sister Briana. It might be harder for these two to blog but I am excited to see how their blogger identities turn out and how much fun it will be to check up on their lives.
There are only two other siblings who need blogger identities and then all seven will be connected through blogger.com. Jonathan who is living in Alaska, how do we get him to become connected? What special insights can we use to embarrass him enough that he has to answer back to all of us here on blogger.com. Once we get him started I know that there will be no turning back. I wrote a life story compilation called The misadventures with Jonathan. So I know that he has the comicness to come and write some great info. Then there is Daniel and I can realize why he hasn't connected yet. I am waiting patiently until after December when he comes home from Panama to see all the other kids connected on blogger and realize that he too must become one of us.
So brothers and sisters keep it up it is wonderful to be able to catch up with everyone this way. Please keep blogging and letting the rest of us know how your lives are treating you.
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Monday, June 9, 2008
I do love older siblings
I do love my older and younger siblings. I would like to comment on one at this time, Sarah. She really is a cool lady. Will be 34 years old this year, 5 children, loves and lives life to the fullest. If you ever get the chance end up some how on her blog (seven village idiarts). Quite possible some of the best stuff that can be found on the internet, definitely funnier than that crap that you can find on youtube. Really is some guy trying to fly off his second story roof funny, it may seem at the time but the comic genius Sarah is amazing, maybe it is only me but seems like every time on her blog she has some new crack at life and it just makes sense but also is simply hilarious. I really don't want to make any other siblings jealous, but I'm pretty sure that none of them blog maybe some younger ones, they are ok also because they won't even care.
I do have some really great memories of my oldest sister. For some reason I think most of my likes in life came from her. I was browsing her blog, pretty much a daily occurrence (ok ashamed to say sometimes 2 or 3 times a day), and happened upon "my favorite 80's tunes". It is amazing how one set of songs can set the mind into reminiscence.
For those who don't know the Goolds here is a short history. 5 kids in 10 years, then a couple more came along about 6 years afterwards. We grew up in Valdez Alaska. Our childhood home had 6 bedrooms, 3 upstairs (one was my mothers study) and 3 downstairs. When we were little we had the sweet life the white carpeted nursery right next to mom and dads bedroom (spent many nights sleeping at the foot of their humongous water bed). At about age 8, 6 for Michael, we were sent to live in the basement with all the other siblings (for lack of a better word). The only problem was that there weren't enough bedrooms for the older kids to have their own bedroom and for a long time they were not willing to share their private space their bed wetting younger brothers (ok I don't think Michael ever wet the bed, but I did until I was 10). We were sort of like nomads in our own home, shuffled around until Dad could figure out some place to stick us (and they wonder why Michael won't move out, he is just paying them back for the shuffling he had to endure, keep it up Michael don't let them keep shuffling you around). I really remember living in the laundry/furnace/weasel living outside the window room for a short period. So we ended up living in the basement....umh communal space. After a few years we were fortunate enough for Dad to purchase some be bookshelf/entertainment center/whatever it created that much needed buffer zone between us and the older "dorks" (look at their pictures from this era you will agree). Michael and I must have lived like this for many years, in the space.
How I would have loved to live in St. George 10 years earlier at least their are 8 bedrooms and enough bathrooms for more than 2 people to go at the same time. That is another story for another day, bathrooms in the goold home growing up.
Back to the space, imagine with me if you will a 14 year old girl (Sarah), a 12 year old boy (Jonathan), a 10 year old girl (Briana) and the two nomads Paul (10) and Michael (8) living in the basement of our parents home (3 bedrooms, 1 bathroom and 5 stereos trying to blare each childs favorite music. This is what reminded me of this living situation. The only music mom and dad could ever hear was Paul or Michaels because we conveniently were at the bottom of the stairs so we were told to turn down the ruccus. This means for most of our adolescence we were forced to listen to the music of our older, dorkier siblings. Thus I come back to my original statement, how I do love older siblings. Their taste of music was so inspiring, a little forced but still burned that legacy in my mind. So when Sarah has her favorite 80's tunes on her blog I can't help but reminisce on why I know and love all of those songs. Thanks sis.
I do have some really great memories of my oldest sister. For some reason I think most of my likes in life came from her. I was browsing her blog, pretty much a daily occurrence (ok ashamed to say sometimes 2 or 3 times a day), and happened upon "my favorite 80's tunes". It is amazing how one set of songs can set the mind into reminiscence.
For those who don't know the Goolds here is a short history. 5 kids in 10 years, then a couple more came along about 6 years afterwards. We grew up in Valdez Alaska. Our childhood home had 6 bedrooms, 3 upstairs (one was my mothers study) and 3 downstairs. When we were little we had the sweet life the white carpeted nursery right next to mom and dads bedroom (spent many nights sleeping at the foot of their humongous water bed). At about age 8, 6 for Michael, we were sent to live in the basement with all the other siblings (for lack of a better word). The only problem was that there weren't enough bedrooms for the older kids to have their own bedroom and for a long time they were not willing to share their private space their bed wetting younger brothers (ok I don't think Michael ever wet the bed, but I did until I was 10). We were sort of like nomads in our own home, shuffled around until Dad could figure out some place to stick us (and they wonder why Michael won't move out, he is just paying them back for the shuffling he had to endure, keep it up Michael don't let them keep shuffling you around). I really remember living in the laundry/furnace/weasel living outside the window room for a short period. So we ended up living in the basement....umh communal space. After a few years we were fortunate enough for Dad to purchase some be bookshelf/entertainment center/whatever it created that much needed buffer zone between us and the older "dorks" (look at their pictures from this era you will agree). Michael and I must have lived like this for many years, in the space.
How I would have loved to live in St. George 10 years earlier at least their are 8 bedrooms and enough bathrooms for more than 2 people to go at the same time. That is another story for another day, bathrooms in the goold home growing up.
Back to the space, imagine with me if you will a 14 year old girl (Sarah), a 12 year old boy (Jonathan), a 10 year old girl (Briana) and the two nomads Paul (10) and Michael (8) living in the basement of our parents home (3 bedrooms, 1 bathroom and 5 stereos trying to blare each childs favorite music. This is what reminded me of this living situation. The only music mom and dad could ever hear was Paul or Michaels because we conveniently were at the bottom of the stairs so we were told to turn down the ruccus. This means for most of our adolescence we were forced to listen to the music of our older, dorkier siblings. Thus I come back to my original statement, how I do love older siblings. Their taste of music was so inspiring, a little forced but still burned that legacy in my mind. So when Sarah has her favorite 80's tunes on her blog I can't help but reminisce on why I know and love all of those songs. Thanks sis.
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