Not feeling it
This is pointless.
Personal History Question 35 is, “What is your favorite family story?” I have many. But this one always makes me smile. One year, while my mom worked at a florist shop, they were doing inventory. Bosslady came out with this old, forgotten, baby blue vase with a single, dusty, yellowed, fake Calla Lily in it. My mom brought it home. She planned to give it to my Aunty Nancy as a “Christmas gift” …. And oh my gosh. She wrapped it all nice. When my aunt unwrapped it, the look on her face was absolutely priceless. She had no words. I can still hear her in my head… “Ooohhh. That’s…
Personal History Question 34 is, “What was your first job?” Well, my first actual paying job with a set schedule (I used to baby sit here and there) was at age 14. I had a paper route. I took it over from my friends brother. It was in my neighborhood and I had to do it every day, regardless of the weather, or how I was feeling. Mom helped me out on Sunday mornings, thankfully, throwing the papers and inserts into the back of the car. I’d stuff all the papers with the inserts and she would drive a long behind me at a snails pace at 5 a.m. while…
Personal History Question 33 is, “What did your parents do for work?” Both of my parents had various jobs over the years. My dad worked for New England Telephone for several years in the 70s. Mom stayed home with me until I was in school full-time. She worked here and there, like in the school cafeteria, and at a local bakery/convenience store. Other jobs she had were at a pizza place, and a florist shop for many years. Upon moving to Florida, she ended up long-term at an air conditioning company. She pretty much kept the place running smoothly and did everything from answer phones, dispatch workers to jobs, and…
I am a little late, but here is the 5 for Dec. 30th! Found over at the Friday Five!
Personal History Question 32 is, “When did you first leave home?” I moved out when I was 18. My friend Amy had an apartment with her boyfriend. He had some issues and they were not getting along. She gave him the boot. She was pregnant with their daughter. I moved in to help with rent and bills and such. It was a good time. We had always spent a lot of time together anyway and we got on well, so living together was easy. Shortly after having her daughter, she reconciled with the bf, and he moved back in. He and I did not get on much, so I ended…
I was just reading a Reddit post about shit things that “friends” have done to people. Some of them were really awful. I can relate. Our friend M, cut us off after he called me and said that T and I needed to come to a cabin on the Shenandoah that he had rented on an upcoming weekend. We were struggling a bit financially, so he said it was all covered by him and to just show up. Well, we couldn’t do that. My mom had just literally (that day) come home from rehab after a hip replacement AND we had just got a dog that still needed a bit…
Turning it around
I drafted a very long post the other night. I had a lot on my mind and needed to clear my head. I did not publish it. I just left it for a few days. I just trashed it. It does not need to see the light of day. I got it out and off my chest, and I feel better now. And I decided to turn that ick and sadness and frustration, and turn it around into something good and positive. On Pinterest, I came across 50 Questions to Help You be Your BEST SELF. And I am going to go ahead and answer them here. It will not…
Personal History Question 31 is, “What was the best part about growing up?” Ah. That is easy! Limited responsibility! From a young age I knew to conduct myself properly, or face the disappointment of my mom and dad. I did have chores to do as well, from a relatively youngish age, even if it was just making my bed, putting my clean clothes away, and keeping my room clean. Only thing I really had to worry about for a long time, was being home by 5 to set the table and help serve dinner, and then help clean up. Then, it was back outside with my friends. I miss those…
I wonder what makes our friends on Facebook come and go? In my FB memories for yesterday, as I scrolled through, I was amazed at the folks who were commenting. They no longer do. We are still friends on FB, and in real life, but several of these folks no longer follow along with me at all, and 3 of them have passed on. I tend to engage with those who engage back. There is one gal that I have known since the old blogging days. I would comment and like her posts. I rather enjoyed what she shared. There has never even been an acknowledgment, EVER. Even when I…