I still wanna bathe in milk...

But on a gentler note:

I'm a big geeky fan of that lovely warmth we call nostalgia, and some of the memories I like to indulge in when feeling particularly nostalgic concern memories of my grandparents from when I was little... It's nice to occasionally just sit down and let all the random memories spill through your fingers like water. Here's a few of my favorites...

Grandma & Grandpa Kosarko

Strawberry Nestle Quik and different color ice-cream cones;

How their plastic cups always smelled sour;

How the squirrels would eat nuts right out of my Grandma's hand;

Having to repeat everything twice for my grandpa because he was hard of hearing;

Kimmy their dog;

Watching Bernie Kosar play football over their house (on the television);

My grandma's killer chicken nuggets and her penchant for ice cream;

The presidents set that they had which was basically just a styrofoam platform with attachable styrofoam pillars upon which you placed little plastic versions of the presidents in order from oldest to newest;

Her sweet McDonald's playset;

Throwing up all over the bathroom sink over their house because my parents kept telling me that I WASN'T sick and was perfectly fine to go over there while they went out;

Playing sweet songs like the theme to THE GODFATHER on their organ, sometimes to a rhumba or tango beat;

How she gave us about 6 of the exact same Malibu Kens over and over as presents b/c she got them on sale at K-mart;

Sleeping in the yellow upstairs bedroom;

How whenever we left her house after visiting, she would always manage to slip a roll of quarters into our hands without my dad noticing, and the weight of these quarters in my purse when I finally went up to Southgate to use them on frozen coca-cola slushes and toys.

Grandma Rose

Going to Lake Plata with her in the summers:

Catching frogs with my friend Annie and then accidentally dropping them in the pool;

Having her teach me how to swim AND dive;

Watching all the old Hungarian men hit on her in Hungarian and buy us Klondike bars so we'd leave them alone;

Eating raw green onions as a snack;

Doggie-paddling with her while we'd both sing "I'm walking... down the street... I'm talking";

The time she took me out for ice cream and I was walking on the cement curbs and fell, busting up my glasses and giving myself a black & blue cheek;

Sitting on her lap when I was really little and playing with her gold necklaces which were always so pretty to me;

Her blue glass mushroom that used to sit in her window at her apartment and her cuckoo clock;

All the paintings on the walls of her apartment and her cuckoo clock;

Her kielbasa dinners.

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