How I finally got a family heirloom

There has always been this desire in me and it was finally fulfilled.

I always wanted a family heirloom. Even though I knew nothing about them. In fact, until about 9 seconds ago I thought they were family "airlooms". I swear. Thank you spellcheck.

Today, on the way to pickup the heirloom, I had my first banana split . After complaining for the 17th time of pain, I asked my girlfriend how everyone chewed ice cream without it sending a shooting jolt into their soul. She looked at me like I was loony, then informed me that no one chews ice cream. She told me that you are supposed to swirl it around with your tongue until the ice cream dissolves. The teeth weren't involved. I guess sometimes we're all slow learners.

What other food am I eating incorrectly? If you know, please post a comment and let me know.

As a child, I had this idea that I would wake up one day and someone would present me with "it". And, I would slowly open the old scratched up cigar box and feast my eyes on it. The thing that was my great great great great great grandfather's and had been passed down from generation to generation. "Be careful with it" My mother would say. This was your great great great great great grandfather Davie's thing. Then, my mother would tell me a story about my hypothetical relative named Davie.

A tale about how Davie group up in a time where life was hard, but the people were good. The days were long, but life was short. Or some such nonsense.

But, the above fantasy never happened. My father's mother (Maw-Maw) has given me endless amazing gifts. One notable gift was the pocket knife that belonged to her father. If I had a digital camera I'd post a picture of it here, so instead here's an artist's rendering:








Beyond material gift's I'm truly grateful to know her and have a relationship with her as an adult. She's 83 and kicks ass. She not only bowls WAY better than me, but she uses a heavier ball. I have no camera so here's a sketch of her ball:





Back to the deal.

Long story short. (waited to long to blog and forgot the rest). My awesome Aunt Mel offered to give me the bedroom set that belonged to my mother's father.

It's a really awesome set. Again, I don't have a digital camera so here's a similar set:



This is so frustrating. Will someone just buy me a digital camera? Here's the one I want: