iphried egg

Hollah!  It’s iPhriday!  It’s the day to showcase photos from your phone.  Join in the fun by posting your own post, and then tagging it iPhriday, or linking to one of my posts so I can find you and feature you here on GD&C.  You can check out the other iPhridians’ posts below!

I don’t know about you, but some of my most poignant shots end up being the ones I’ve taken with my phone.  The phone is with me more than my “legit” camera, so it’s the go-to for the simple but wonderful moments in my life.

The title of this post has nothing to do with my photos.  But, I was down at my parents’ house today which always puts me in a reminiscing mood. So, though my post today includes pictures of my time with them,  you guys also get to hear a story from my childhood.

When I was in 5th grade, we moved to a new town.  My new math teacher’s name was Mrs. Greene, and every Friday  Mrs Greene would put problems on the board and if you knew the answer you were supposed to yell out “Friday! ”  However, I didn’t hear the directions correctly, so, on the 5th day of my 5th grade year in my new school, when I knew the answer to one of the problems, I did not yell out “Friday.”  Instead, I yelled out “Fried Egg.”   Mrs Greene laughed.  And then she laughed some more.  And then she asked me to repeat what I said, and once I said it, she laughed some more.  I’m not kidding when I say that the word Friday as well as the words “fried egg” make me cringe every time I hear them still today.  It’s so fun to be a new kid at school when you’re 10. It’s even more fun when you are humiliated in class.  (And by the way, I got the answer wrong as well as yelling out fried egg)

Anyway, on to the snaps.  My parents have these coffee cups.  They used to belong to my mom’s parents when they were alive.  When I was a kid, I remember the adults sitting around their 50’s metal table with the vinyl chairs drinking coffee and laughing.  I love that now I get to sit with my mom and dad (and even sometimes my girls) and drink coffee with the same cups. IMG_2216IMG_2213And this next photo is a celebratory photo of a rare event in my home.  This is the breezeway, and for about one day every four months, the horizontal surfaces aren’t covered in a hoard of shoes, hats, mittens, backpacks, band instruments, band hats, purses, tripods, coats, step ladders, items to be returned to stores, piles of laundry, mosquito repellant, sunscreen, and snow pants.  I felt triumphant yesterday.  (even though most of it is now shoved into a closet)IMG_2204

Join me and the rest of the iPhriday gang next week by posting your pics and tagging your post iPhriday, or linking to one of my previous iPhriday posts!

iPhriday: because we all need fences@fitlyspoken

iPhriday: Spring at Last@I do wander everywhere

The Stirewalt House@The Travel Lady In Her Shoes

iPhriday–Petals in the Parks@Eileen On

iPhriday–Red Tram Rider@musings of a frequent flying scientist

iPhriday–Super Tweaked Tulips!@Coffee fuels my photography!

Shutter Snaps@Black Mutts

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17 thoughts on “iphried egg

  1. I seriously don’t remember ever hearing the fried egg story about you in 5th grade! I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE all 3 of these pictures! You’re amazing, Lisa Q! Love you! 🙂

      1. When dad died, there were lots of miscellaneous things left in the pantry. No one claimed them when we were cleaning things out. Roxanne got a hold of Catholic Social Services and they came out and took all that was left, so I think that is where they went.

  2. I love the picture you sneaked of your dad. It is classic! I also think I have some of those dishes somewhere. Now, where did I put them???? Hmmmmm

  3. PS: I also don’t remember the fried egg story but it is funny and I’m sorry you felt humiliated. It’s kinda like that in a new school when you’re 10. I love when you come to visit us!

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