Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Wednesday Whatnots


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

12 comments:

Scandalous Housewife said...

I think we all wonder how we survived unsupervised! But I guess it makes us who we are today, right?

dizzblnd said...

Scandy .. i guess maybe it helps us realize what better parents we are!!! LMAO

Harlem's A Hatin said...

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Travis Erwin said...

It's a wonder any of us survived. But on the downside kids today are wusses because of being overprotected.

SkylersDad said...

We would go play in all of the old mines around my little home town. We really should have perished...

Mango Girl said...

I'm with Travis.

ReformingGeek said...

Dang. You had all the fun. My mom wouldn't let me out of her sight much!

A Mom on Spin said...

Are you ever really old enough to NOT be supervised????

The Queen said...

I'm glad you made it through all that because I would be lost if I couldn't come here and laugh..

otin said...

I remember playing in the tub with my cousins, sliding around on our bare asses and running through the house naked! It was so fun last week that we may do it again this weekend! HAHAHA!!!!!!

J.J. in L.A. said...

Remind me to tell you about the times that...

A brother ate a lightbulb.
My sister drank turpentine.
A brother fed said sister diet pills.
A brother fed me birth control pills.
A brother stuck his hand in a mixer while mom was making his birthday cake.

Kids don't know what fun is these days. ; )

Ann's Rants said...

These stories are priceless. The Ass sliding especially.

Thank god I have finally found the complete zombie paperwork. Now I can finally document my life. (I'm the Zombie)

I didn't visit your Mafia Family. I'm askeered.

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