Where's Vi-Jo?
Tuesday, June 30th, 2009My brother and I are fourteen months apart – I am the oldest. My mother had this thing with dressing us alike – as if we were twins. Maybe it was what you did in the the late 70′s early 80′s – I mean there could have been some weird twin trend and all parents were dressing their offspring alike. There could have been a buy one get one free deal at JC Penney but the deal only worked with the same exact clothing… Who knows? Paul and I would get asked endlessly if we were twins and the explanation would take too long, “No, we are really fourteen months apart but our mother is a whack-a-do and dresses us alike all the time.” We’d have to say that a hundred times a day (exaggeration), so we simply would answer, “Yes, yes we are.” Ohhh people thought we were the cutest kids! I mean – we were! You may pick up a hint of dorkiness but we can’t help that – that is a gene passed down to us by both parents! It was a dominant gene – there was no escape! Paul and I have taken the “dork” gene and made it cool though… *wink*
Of course I have supplied pictures as proof to the madness that was my mother and her secret desire to have spawned twins. *wink* I have to add that the trend stuck with me and in high school my BFF and I would call each other at night and organize our outfits to match… We did this into our early twenties and then we finally stopped… Of course now I have two Boyz… Yep, you can see where I am going with this! I dress them alike but not all the time – and with almost four years difference there is no mistake, they are not twins. My mother still takes home the award for best representation of having twins that were not twins…
“Here comes trouble”
Oh boy – you just have no idea how true that was! (still is)
“Ride ‘em cowboy!”
Just no words…
“Where’s Vi-Jo?”
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Here’s a game the folks at Knott’s Berry Farm thought would be fun to play!
It would appear that the last two photos were from the same day – but I can assure you that we wore those clothes over and over again! The “Here Comes Trouble” shirts we wore until they fell apart – we are talking years here folks! My mother is not one for sizes – if we could still wear it… years…









































