The topic for this week is to discuss what we were like as kids. What was I like as a child?
I was a pretty opinionated little girl, who liked mustard sandwiches on sourdough bread. I think it had to do with the fact that my mother bought cotto salami and made us sandwiches out of that. It wasn't the good salami. It was the nasty kind with green bits of something in it. I would always take the meat out and just eat the bread and mustard. Eventually I asked her to stop putting the meat in. I think if we had yummy lunch meat I might have felt differently about it.
I had big plans for the for the future. My cousin and I were going to be super rich and buy Hearst Castle. She was going to be a big psychologist and I was going to be the president of IBM. She did become a social worker and I did work in business, but neither of us has ever become so wealthy we could buy Hearst Castle off the state of California. But here is the thing, I don't want to own a house that big. I mean seriously, what would you do with a house that big? The house I have now is too big for me to keep up with... and yes, I realize you have servants in a big house like that, but it seems like a waste of resources to me now.
Self-starter and entrepreneurial are words you would use to describe me. When I was about 8 years old, I drew a bunch of pictures and went door to door trying to sell them. After knocking on the doors of about 3 houses, my mother comes flying down the street in her house coat. She was yelling my name, like I was doing something wrong. I stop, turn and look at her. As she is running wildly down the street with no shoes. She grabs my arm and walks me home. I was told not to go door to door. It was many, many years before I figured out how she even knew what I was doing. I never did find out who called her and told her what I was up to.
These things all make me realize, I am not really that much different now than I was then. Sure, I don't go door to door trying to sell my knitted creations to my neighbors, but if one of them wanted one, I probably would sell it!
Want to see how the other ladies have grown? Check them out at: Froggie, Momarock, and Merrylandgirl.
I was a pretty opinionated little girl, who liked mustard sandwiches on sourdough bread. I think it had to do with the fact that my mother bought cotto salami and made us sandwiches out of that. It wasn't the good salami. It was the nasty kind with green bits of something in it. I would always take the meat out and just eat the bread and mustard. Eventually I asked her to stop putting the meat in. I think if we had yummy lunch meat I might have felt differently about it.
I had big plans for the for the future. My cousin and I were going to be super rich and buy Hearst Castle. She was going to be a big psychologist and I was going to be the president of IBM. She did become a social worker and I did work in business, but neither of us has ever become so wealthy we could buy Hearst Castle off the state of California. But here is the thing, I don't want to own a house that big. I mean seriously, what would you do with a house that big? The house I have now is too big for me to keep up with... and yes, I realize you have servants in a big house like that, but it seems like a waste of resources to me now.
Self-starter and entrepreneurial are words you would use to describe me. When I was about 8 years old, I drew a bunch of pictures and went door to door trying to sell them. After knocking on the doors of about 3 houses, my mother comes flying down the street in her house coat. She was yelling my name, like I was doing something wrong. I stop, turn and look at her. As she is running wildly down the street with no shoes. She grabs my arm and walks me home. I was told not to go door to door. It was many, many years before I figured out how she even knew what I was doing. I never did find out who called her and told her what I was up to.
These things all make me realize, I am not really that much different now than I was then. Sure, I don't go door to door trying to sell my knitted creations to my neighbors, but if one of them wanted one, I probably would sell it!
Want to see how the other ladies have grown? Check them out at: Froggie, Momarock, and Merrylandgirl.
You are so funny!
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