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I’m gonna call this the fungus thread… (in my imagination, it’s an active place)
“As for me, I know that the human brain has a *finite* capacity for knowledge. So, someday, I’m going to wake up and discover I’ve forgotten how to tie my shoes.”
That cracks me up. It also reminds me of when I was probably about 4 or 5. I was at some babysitters house. I know I was little because every day I had to take a dang nap after eating bologna sandwiches for lunch, yum! back then bologna tasted really good. It was torture being forced to take a nap, but I usually woke up later amazed that I was able to sleep during the day… weird memories. I know I walked in my sleep back then too. Mainly because some nights I woke up in the kitchen with a big ol coffee cup in my hands. A giant coffee cup! (I was really little compared to the cup) The cold coffee was most excellent tasting. Yum!. Good smellin coffee Momma!.
The babysitter had a son, the poor guy somehow got the job of teaching me how to tie my own shoes. He was soooo miserable with teaching a lefty how to tie his own shoes… (using my imagination again, I can’t remember every detail!) I remember the kid just went nuts and had a tantrum because I “didn’t get it” lol.
I just looked at him like he was nuts. It drove the poor kid batty trying to teach me, a left handed kid… how to tie his shoes. I don’t remember if I ever got the hang of it then. It went okay this morning. Almost fell out of bed though. I’m not all that accordianated.
My parents had a clock that said it was 5:00 all the way around. And it had a lil sign that said “no drinking until after 5:00”. So I struggled with telling time a lil bit too. I just know this one from the funny stories Mom used to tell about me, n school. And frustrated teachers!. 🙂 And my imagination of course… Of course!.
It was Dad’s fault. I got in lot’s of trouble because Dad used to be (still is) kindof a funny dude to say the least. He’s got a funny sense of humor too. I used to always want to be like my Dad. Of course!, Mom loves Dad. I like Mom loving me!! lol. Hense the “get on Dad’s good side” behavior. I was afraid of Dad!!. lol. He was usually lot’s of fun though. Accept for when he called me by my full name. Yikes!!!. Or what if mom said those 6 terrifyingly horrible fear filled words. “wait till your father gets home” Oh crap!…
@Larynxa It looks like @Amy has asked you the perfect question in her reply.
What’s the history? intriguing minds would love to know some more gal… Country gal who lives in the great big city. o 🙂
We’re a lot like curious monkees, huh? Remember saying “monkey see monkey doo”? lol. Or doing something n waiting for yer brother or sister to do it too. Then point at them and say “monkey see monkey doo!”
We were great kids huh? The life of the party n didn’t even know it… cuz we were off in our own little world probably. My imagination again. I’ve had whole lives inside that imaginary world…
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