or maybe some letters or a wedding dress.
Anna Nicole Smith's former boyfriend spent nearly $3,000 at a celebrity auction Saturday scooping up lingerie once worn in a Playboy shoot by the late playmate.
Birkhead said he is trying to make sure his 1-year-old daughter, Dannielynn, has something to remember her mother by.
Such a loving and thoughtful dad.
I realize she lead kind of a wild and scandalous life, but couldn't he have found some nicer items for his daughter to remember her mom by? A teddy bear, a picture of the two of them, maybe a silver tea set?
Makes me wonder what the kids will keep of mine when I buy the farm.
What material possessions do I own that they might like?
My savings account with $157.13 in it, is not going to go far when divided among 11 kids.
Pictures come to mind. But everyone has those. And there will be plenty to go around unless my hard drive crashes.
My clothes are boring, at least compared to Anna Nicole’s.
My CD’s? They will probably think they are old and dated just like my Neil Sedaka 8-tracks are.
My running shoes? I don’t think so…I’m being buried with them. They already smell like death anyway.
My most monetarily valuable possessions are my bikes. My triathlon bike in particular with its race wheels (HED3's) could be sold to feed a small African country or buy a tank of gas for our van. Joey and Robert might want them, they are signed up for their first triathlon at the end of July.
So that’s about it…other than my belly button lint collection. Not my own lint - you weirdos. I collect the lint of famous people (EBay is great). Don't laugh. It's the next big thing. Just wait and see.
So far I’ve scored some from Barbara Bush, Woody Allen and Roseanne Barr. I’ve got a line on some from Amy Winehouse…if I can just get it before she smokes it.
That’s the main reason I started this blog. I figured it could be a glimpse into the past and what are lives together were like. So assuming I keep blogging for awhile and it doesn’t get deleted off of some server in the future, this will probably be the best memory the kids will have of our life together.
They will be able to look back and see the craziness that our lives were at times. But they will also be able to recall all the great times we had together. The keeping of the Faith, the laughter, the smiles, the tears and the love. And maybe, just maybe they will apprectiate the lives they had with their mother and I. Hopefully they will understand the reasons we raised them the way we did (assuming they turn out alright).
Not as exciting as lingerie but in the long run I think they will appreciate it more…at least most of them will.
4 comments:
i wouldnt worry about them turning out alright... the 45 minutes i had babysitting the young ones was spent UNDOING all that you have done (INSERT EVIL LAUGH HERE)!!!!!!
oh, and no one is going to want midget HED.3's... now, or in the future... sorry... but the circus has left town.... :(
love you
hugs and kisses...
oh, and thanks for letting me kill some time at your crib saturday... loved it...
My kids will have empty bottle of antidepressants and Xanax to remember me by, so don't feel bad.
;-)
I think that every child will remember something different about you. I bet you would be suprised.
Just before my Dad died he gave my siblings and I pens (?????). I honestly did not remember once in my entire life that he loved pens. Maybe that is sad. He thought he was giving away something I would think was meaningful. Instead, I have this one little photo (of me as a baby) ... from my dad - in a really antique little circle frame. It was something my Dad had on his desk forever. I took that ... it just reminds me of how he loved photographs and especially that one.
I wouldn't worry too much. My father was 48 years old when I was born, and 62 when he died. He taught my brother and I how to live (our mother showed us how to die, but that is a subject for another time).
Daddy (yeah, we're Irish-Americans) was a young man during the depression (living as a cowhand--riding all over the north and southwest US from job to job). He was 31 when the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor, and 32 when he lost the use of his arm fighting in Africa. He came home, suffered through the aftermath of his injury, met and married our mother, and always treated her with love and respect. With one arm, he could shoot a 12-gauge shotgun with accuracy, ride a fractious horse, tie his own tie and shoelaces, and fold shirts such that they did not wrinkle in a suitcase. He was the best and kindest man I have ever known, and never backed down from a fight when he was in the right.
I don't know of anything physical that he left my brother and me, but he left us great memories, and the desire to always act in a manner that would make him proud. He was a great man, a proud Irish Catholic, a loving father and husband. We remember him for those things, and don't care much for the material things that he didn't have to leave.
So, continue to show your children how to live good and decent lives, and they will bless your name when you are gone. Trust me on this.
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