Is there an age or year of your life you would re-live?
Hmm to relive an age of one’s life…would I choose my childhood or my teenage years or young adult life?
One potato two potato three potato 4. Five potato six potato 7 potato more. If I should choose this way it would be teenage years, which I really didn’t get to live.
By the time I was 15, I was in the children’s Aid. My father fought to get me out, successfully at the age of 17 1/2. But I was given two choices by society standards. Stay in the children’s aid and they will put me through school or go home with my father and work. I choose my father.
As a young adult I was in love-breathtaking love. So in keeping that it will have to be my early years needing to be re-lived. Oh my.
From the age of four-months to the age of 17 & 1/2. Would need to be rearranged, that’s a lot of work to go through to change all the bad to good and getting educated properly along the way. Yeah. To relive those years and all the fun in between? I’d just come out WAY more smarter, allowing me to understand life and how to live with other people.
Never getting run over by horse and buggy- never being run down – never being hit by car then hit by car the very day you get out from hospital? Never being molested – never being beat!
So let’s play it again Sam. Throw it at me.
The End.
Oh wait a minute… what if I choose to re-live these years and there is no such things as change! 😱🤕😤.
To take the bus here, the cost is three dollars to travel around this city, of course you will need transfers using the same $3.00 paid in the first place.
The bus is rather safe, until winter -where the roads are quiet slippery at times and the driver forgets it is indeed winter.
As for the moon…I would never ever pay anything to go to the moon, freedom is way more valuable than a trip to the moon. So my answer is, nothing. Not one red cent. Besides there is absolutely nothing up there that I am interested in seeing.
Zip zilch Pau de pesos.
The beauty in the trees is enough to keep me here on earth.
What was the hardest personal goal you’ve set for yourself?
I believe I was eleven-years of age when I was asked, “if you had a million dollars what would you do,” and without any hesitation I said, “ I will have hundreds of babies and love them the way I wish mommy loved me.”
Sure they all laughed at me. “That’s dumb,” they said, “I’m going to buy my own fishing rod.” Yeah a lot of stuff like that was mentioned, we were kids sooo.
As it turned out, when I reached my teenage years my monthly period had become extremely difficult, causing me to vomit for two to three days at a time keeping me bedridden for four days while the loss of blood became a problem, and the pain was unbearable enough that my dad took me to a doctor who in turn put me on birth control pills. In the end not only did this doctor put me on the strongest pill on the market? This pill caused me to have surgery.
When I woke from this operation they told me that sadly I may never have children.😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😱 “Oh yeah?” I refused this and prayed and talked and cried and called into the Lord everyday begging and asking for children.
Shortly after my boyfriend and I married. Every year he would promise a child telling me to work hard and sign over my paycheques to him where he would save all the money up for the year to afford a baby-only he did not want children, he wanted woofers, motorcycles and new albums.
Eventually he started leaving me alone while he went bar hopping having the time of his life. I finally confronted him about his actions and he denied it all, eventually I ran away getting a divorce through the newspaper. Lol. Hilarious these French Judges.
So I’m now free to start again at the age of 23, after four years of signing over my paycheque to a husband who had no respect for me and now living with my mom who said, “come live here and take a year off.”
Then days later living at my mom’s house. I am introduced to my siblings friends, where we all went out for some drinks and dancing. Yes my mom too along with her man, at the same time I’m just not into it, I wanted a life with children.
But my family is persistent and would NOT LEAVE ME ALONE. So out we went. Long story short my goal came into existence, Bahahaha. I won’t get into the specifics and you can read into the story anything you wish, but I ended up with child, the happiest day of my life, reaching my one and only goal.
I married the guy and had two more babies. It’s not a hundred babies- a little far fetched, but it was my goal and I did it. Well with help. 🤓 lol.
As for myself when tomorrow comes it will be early enough.
Eleven more hours and 15 minutes it will be one o’clock in the morning, which technically is tomorrow. But this is way to early in the morning-where in my country, we are still sleeping, or going to sleep or they are working what we call, the night shift, while many other people drink themselves into a stoop until the wee hours of the morning, tomorrow.
As for myself when tomorrow comes it will be early enough for me to say, “good morning sunshine.” And this my people is and will always be my number one priority. To wake up. To witness the glorious beauty of each day, then after that… wake the kids, feed them, prepare the lunches and making sure they are dressed and brushed ready to walk them to the school bus. After that…clean and do laundry then make them supper.
I guess in retrospect my #1 priority tomorrow will be the children and the day after that and the day after that…yeah they are my sunshine.
Oh my, brands eh? I think I can name some of the new stuff that I do not associate with, just by people talking what they bought, like. Jordan or George or checkmark? I really don’t pay any attention to fashions of any kind.
As for foods, there is habitat, Campbell’s and I don’t know…wait a minute, Great Value and presidents choice?
Brands are not my thing. And when I did care it was Pepsodent and Libbys Libbys Libbys on the label label label – toothpaste and soup lol.
P S… that is one thing I should do more of-pay attention! Bahahaha- yesterday.
I smile every time the tiny bell alarms me-that someone else is reading my thoughts. I truly appreciate each and everyone of you readers, hoping that I can amuse you.
The things I say or do when reaching out to you, the stories and tales too keep your minds thinking or wondering, as you read my garbling chatters from me is always greatly appreciated.
I do my best to please you as I type down my inner thoughts, all the while giggling in wonderment-(should I be saying this stuff? Is there a better way to describe things?) but then it would not be me, so I really do appreciate your excepting how I am.
So I take this time to tell you that all I have for you is, Appreciation.
I must say each and every time I eat- HABITANT FRENCH PEA SOUP it does bring me back to my childhood, where myself & eight siblings sat around the kitchen table ready for lunch or supper.
Well I hated pea soup! I could not stand the smell of it-it smelled like vomit to me. So each and every time mother left the kitchen, I would then ask, “who wants my soup for their bread. I’ll trade my soup for your two pieces of bread.”
Lucky me, my one sister LOVED this soup and always made the trade. 😁 now that I am way older I LOVE Habitant French Pea soup and it smells like peas. 😬
Fifty-five years ago at the age of 12, I’ll never forget it or him, as odd as it was, he was in a few of my school classes and the only thing I cared about was running faster or jumping higher or hitting the baseball harder than him. But there was no question about it, I was WAY better at basket ball than them all, how ever, I could not read or tell time or spell or any of that shit. I was as good as a sack of rocks. . .Hey wait a minute, a sack of rocks can come in quite handy, so could of I, when it came to sports. And when Luke was chosen caption, you could bet I was there chanting in my head, pick me, pick me. He did, all the boys did. The only difference was, Luke picked the winners not his friends. But, but. When I was one of the caption a long side Luke . . .crap! I had to get first pick or forget the win. I needed GARY.
Getting older and watching the old movies
Five years later I’m twelve. I started to really like Luke a lot, wondering what would it be like holding hands and walking home like they did in the old movies-where the guy carried her books and held her hand. Wow would Luke ever do that for me . . .I have to admit, I never talked to him, just said his name when I had to. <<<>>>I didn’t talk to anyone actually only just to say what had to be said and nothing more.
Having a crush on Luke got dangerous
Yeah, I must say, having this silly crush on Luke got dangerous for me and my siblings. . .The fault of course was all mine. When I found out he had a little sister who played with my little sister, well now, I did something way out of character and agreed to walk her home. Where as I ALWAYS KEPT TO MYSELF! But no . . .my foolish crush brain thought it would be a fantastic grand thing to hero Luke’s little sister home, and when I got there he would be standing up there smiling down at me. How romantic.
A Little Stop At The Park
On our way home, the little ones wanted to play at the park for a time. Asking please. Well please goes a long way so yes, I allowed this park time-again, thinking Luke would think I was wonderful. Then the kid had to go and ask me to hold her swing , while she ran off to the washrooms with my sister, sure, sure go pee, I will sit here holding your swing looking like I was swinging a ghost or something there like that. . . Keeping in mind there happened to be14 other swings. It was a huge park man. skating rink, sand box, teeter-totters, animal seats on thick coiled springs, a great brick building for his/hers washrooms, four great sets of swings, each set held 4 swings. Then two smaller sets of swings for babies, and a massive play area for running, all this, a whole block long and wide, surrounded with a magnificent eight foot black iron gate. Yup, just a little stop at the park then home, for now hold the one particular swing right beside me, for her for Luke.
WHEN MOTHER’S BECOME HEROES
Well that is not what happened, things got way out of hand that ended my thinking and wondering about Luke and any other boy-they just were not worth it. This first crush caused a fight with my siblings lasting very many weeks with seven French teenagers, whom just happened by wanting this empty swing out from my fist. Fourteen other swings? But they wanted hers, Luke’s little sisters. I could not allow this to happen <<<>>>all in the name of crushes. When my mother had to intervene and become this great hero putting an end to it all while I remained untouched and feared. Bahahaha. Luke Demers lol.
The End . . .You should have been there, it was spectacular.
My paws, hands, fingers are at it again>>>touching stuff they have no business touching. With just one little click its game over and look at me now…a blank page.
Here is what is going on. . .I type a line, press enter and it fades away into the background. Yeah? Well I can still see it, sitting there enticing me, causing me to wonder. What is the best thing for a dog? No. Not to sit and wonder. Not to be afraid to use it’s paws again. That just wouldn’t be right.
And let me tell you, being the dog that I am . . .I don’t know how to change it. I don’t know how to put things back the way they were! I’m just going to lay here and whine. At least thedoghouse is comfortable, and I can watch the birds fight each other for a seed.
have a better day than me. Now how do I get out of here?
Well let me tell you how I would like to retire, with both feet on the ground and dollars in my pocket, a roof over my head and lots of food in the house. We also can’t for get about Good Health: This would be the best benefit, being able to take care of myself and able to wipe my own ass.
I would like to retire without any worries what-so-ever.
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