I'm trying to write these in a timeline fashion as my degree in History would then for once prove useful...so let's see...which is next???
I think I can lump a few of these together as they all happened roughly between the ages of 4-6...
When I was walking home one summer night from our weekly trip to Cock Robins (I'm not making this name up there is an ice cream parlor in the Chicagoland area called Cock Robin's) a bird pooped on my head. I was EXCEPTIONALLY upset and this incident then led to a series of nightmares about bats attacking me and using my hair to build their nests. To this day I do not like birds.
My first experience with team sports led to me getting hit in the mouth with a baseball bat. I had a front tooth that was black and blue until it fell out when I was 6. I can honestly say this was the incident that turned me off sports from that point on.
When I was in kindergarten I was waiting for my neighbors Dad to pick me up from school and was so nervous about missing him that I pooped my pants. I was soo upset about it that I told my neighbors Dad that I had pooped my pants! I think that was the start of my constant battle with constipation.
I have a sister who is 11 months and 2 weeks younger then I am...we are known as Irish twins. When we were little we had matching t-shirts that were yellow with green writing that said "I'm an Irish twin". The funny part about this story is that this sister and I are quite literally the exact opposites of each other! She has blond hair and blue eyes is 5'8 and big boned. I'm brown hair brown eyes 5'4 and of a more slender frame..and that's just our physical differences.
When I was 5 I had a favorite dress...and by dress I mean nothing more then a white slip that had lace...I wore it everyday everywhere. My Mom had to negotiate a deal similar to a peace settlement between Israel and Pakistan to get me to wear normal clothing to school and other venues where slips were not appropriate.
At the end of the day I can honestly say I would not change one moment of my life as it has lead me to where I am today.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Jeanne Story #1
When I was in high school I had a friend whose family often told me they wanted me to write down my "stories" so they could send them into Readers Digest and make some money...
This had lead me to believe that perhaps others out there would be interested in my Jeanne stories so here goes...
When I was 4 I went to the park and when I saw all the the other kids climbing up the front of the slide and flipping themselves over the bar and sliding back down I knew I HAD TO DO IT! So sure enough I started climbing up the front of the slide went to flip over the bar and that's all I remember..next thing I knew I was lying on the ground with some strange woman holding a wash cloth to my head which seemed to be bleeding profusely. My sisters had run home to get my Mom who came rushing over to find her first born lying on the ground. When she asked what had happened no one really knew except of course for my sisters who gleefully filled her in on my attempted flip. My Mom took me home called the Dr. who told her to keep an eye on me and if I started throwing up to bring me into the hospital. Well sure enough around 2 am I started puking my guts out and was rushed to the ER and admitted into the hospital for observations since clearly I had a concussion. My Mom was told to leave the hospital and that I would be fine...all alone..in the hospital...by myself. Well minutes after she left I promptly SCREAMED bloody murder...non stop...for what must have been a very long time because they called my Mother and told her to come back. Luckily for me it was my Father who came to spend the night with me in the scary hospital. The next day my Grandma came to visit with a stuffed octopus. I was in heaven. I had to spend another night in the hospital and my Father spent it with me again. The next morning I told him I had to go to the bathroom and my Dad told me to go to the restroom, I looked at him confused because up to that point I had had to go into a bed pan. My Dad emphatically told me it would be OK. I walked into the bathroom and almost passed out from vertigo. I think that was the last time that my Mother ever let my Dad be in charge of anything.
This had lead me to believe that perhaps others out there would be interested in my Jeanne stories so here goes...
When I was 4 I went to the park and when I saw all the the other kids climbing up the front of the slide and flipping themselves over the bar and sliding back down I knew I HAD TO DO IT! So sure enough I started climbing up the front of the slide went to flip over the bar and that's all I remember..next thing I knew I was lying on the ground with some strange woman holding a wash cloth to my head which seemed to be bleeding profusely. My sisters had run home to get my Mom who came rushing over to find her first born lying on the ground. When she asked what had happened no one really knew except of course for my sisters who gleefully filled her in on my attempted flip. My Mom took me home called the Dr. who told her to keep an eye on me and if I started throwing up to bring me into the hospital. Well sure enough around 2 am I started puking my guts out and was rushed to the ER and admitted into the hospital for observations since clearly I had a concussion. My Mom was told to leave the hospital and that I would be fine...all alone..in the hospital...by myself. Well minutes after she left I promptly SCREAMED bloody murder...non stop...for what must have been a very long time because they called my Mother and told her to come back. Luckily for me it was my Father who came to spend the night with me in the scary hospital. The next day my Grandma came to visit with a stuffed octopus. I was in heaven. I had to spend another night in the hospital and my Father spent it with me again. The next morning I told him I had to go to the bathroom and my Dad told me to go to the restroom, I looked at him confused because up to that point I had had to go into a bed pan. My Dad emphatically told me it would be OK. I walked into the bathroom and almost passed out from vertigo. I think that was the last time that my Mother ever let my Dad be in charge of anything.
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