Today I didn't cough. My chest has that hallow feeling like after you have thrown up forever, and I'm sore! But I did not cough. No sweating. In fact I slept all afternoon. Think that means it's time to try and go back to work. The first day will be hard no matter what. I could drift into that land of no return pretty easily right now. It'll probably be a month before I quit feeling this. You know how it is. I can't remember being this sick since the Swine Flu hit the country. I hope ya'll escape because it seems to be travelling all over. Nasty bad bug.
Elyssa tagged me to meander through some childhood memories. I like this one, just be random and remember. I CAN DO THIS!
My funniest memories always involve my little brother. I need to dig out some pictures of him he was so cute. It was pretty funny when our mom started screaming at the top of her lungs,"SPIT IT OUT!" He had a little bitty tree frog in his mouth with the legs hanging out. Mom was never calm or subtle.
I remember getting my tonsils out. The smell of ether was absolutely evil! I woke up in a CRIB, a great big crib for a 5 year old and I was so mad. They lied about the ice cream, I couldn't talk, or cry, or swallow. Betrayal was the word. The nurse took me to a big bathroom that had all these tiny toilets lined up against the wall. I'd never seen little toilets and big cribs; could make a kid think they fell into the world of Alice In Wonderland. Ether is evil.
I loved my grandparents. My grandpa always said, "For the love of Pete." Who is Pete?
I remember when we got our first TV it was big and black and white. I loved Captain Kangaroo and the Mickey Mouse Club.
Riding bikes without helmets or knee pads. Roller skating all over the streets, playing hide and go seek in the dark.
Going to Texas in the summer and catching fireflies to put in a jar and make a lantern. We made mud pies out of red clay and got in trouble. My cousin caught a big June bug and put a string on him and walked him like a dog. We ate the biggest watermelons I ever saw in my life.
Never ask an "old" person to talk about their memories, it could be endless. So how about you want to play?