omgwearehavingtriplets

It weighs 650 pounds. I get local “help” from the Star Nursery down the road. It takes 4 people to un roll-then 4 people to roll up. I had a bike when I was young.

When I was 10 years old, my Father died of a massive heart attack.  Because of this, my Mother had to go to work, which meant we got stuck either at home alone or with people we didn’t really know.  Being thrown into  a house of strangers when you are already shy and now scared because you think everyone you love is going to die is not fun.  It’s not fun for an adult, let alone a small child. 

Looking back at this story now, I can laugh really hard.  At the time it was extremely traumatizing.  You see, there was this one particular family that my little sister and I hated going to.  The Mom was CRAZY!!!  This is literally true.  She was missing a few marbles, and would blow up at the drop of a hat.  She was fired as a teacher because SHE couldn’t control her temper.  She would throw erasers, chalk, and one time a Math book at children.  Very unpredictable.  Now, bring in the fact that I was shy, and that I pretty much spoke for my little sister, there was bound to be problems. 

One specific memory I have is a day at lunch.  She (lets just call her Mrs. C  for Crazy) was serving pancakes and hot dogs.  Mrs. C  wanted to know if I wanted a hot dog with my pancake.  Even if I didn’t, I said YES, in fear of the consequence.  Now, my sister wasn’t as quick.  When she was asked if she wanted a hot dog or not, her answer was ”I don’t know”.  Mrs. C  asked her again, do you want a hot dog??  Again, because of my sisters uncertainty and complete and absolute fear, this time she said, “ I guess, maybe….”.  This must have infuriated Mrs. C, because all of the sudden she just screamed out at the top if her lungs, “HOT DOG OR NO”!!!!!!

To this day, if I ever want to get a rise out of my sister I will ask her if she wants a “HOT DOG OR NO!”  My husband will even throw it in every once in a while, just to keep her on her toes.   Gotta love childhood…….