I love all of my followers and appreciate all of your comments. I try to read you all each day. However, at work, we have dinosaur computers that don't like when I open some of your blogs. Some make my 'puter crash. When I get home at night, I try to get caught up with as many of you as I can. Please understand sometimes that is nearly impossible, since all of you rock!
For my new followers I just don't want anyone to think I am the type of person to post and post and never comment. For my faithfuls, I appreciate your understanding and just know I try!
I woke up yesterday thinking it was Wednesday. I even said "Happy Humpday" to my hubby after my first cup 'o coffee. I should have went back to bed when he gave me a funny look and said "uhhhhhh it's Tuesday." SHIT! The rest of the day sucked! My callers were assholes, we were understaffed and the system went down during our busiest hour. FUCK!
Today isn't much better.. lets just say I woke up at 4:30 this morning with extreme intestinal malfunction. Yeah.. So far the Immodium hasn't kicked in .. sigh.
Ok off to happier things if I didn't already lose you all.
I keep meaning to tell you about this childhood memory because it is a funny one.
When my cousin and I were old enough to bathe ourselves without supervision.. we did. After we were done, we would pick the bath mats up from the floor, filled some of the toys up with water, empty them on the slippery when wet linoleum floors. Still nekkid, we would sit on the soaked floor, push off with our feet on the bathtub or wall and slide across the floor on our asses. Laughing and squealing permeated down the hall, into the living room and to my mom's ears. She busted open the bathroom door, yelled at us, then spanked our bare wet asses and made us clean up the mess. Did we learn? Hell no.. we were 7 or 8 we did it at least 2 more times before it got old.
My dad "collected" old vans. When I say collected, I mean he bought them and they were left outside in the elements sided by side. If I recall, cause again, I was only around 7-9 years old, there were four of them. When my mom was gone, my dad would "babysit". When I say babysit, I mean he was passed out drunk and we could do whatever we wanted. So my brother, the above mentioned cousin and a few friends would go outside and jump from van roof to van roof. We also had an above-ground pool. We would balance around the edge of the pool to see who could go all the way around.
My mom would come home, yell at my dad, at us then send us to our rooms and send our friends home.
I find it amazing I survived my childhood.. I'll share more stories another time