Friday, February 27, 2009

Wondering?

So I set up this wonderful blog to talk & talk & talk about all the things I have on my mind, but I don't know where to start. I mean I actually wake up in the middle of the night trying to think of what to say & I'm awake for hours or maybe it's actually minutes, but feels like hours, trying to think of clever & funny things to write about. I bounce back & forth from idea to idea, I think maybe I have adult ADD. I do know of a couple people who have been diagnosed with this lately, maybe it's contagious.

So one idea I had was to start from the beginning. Just talking about growing up in a small town in northern Wisconsin, how your parents would let you just go outside & play & not have to worry about you getting abducted. We would be outside for hours & hours at the neighbors or at the playground at the school playing tag, kickball you name we did it. We always had lots of kids at our house. I was famous for always having the boys over to play outside. Our house what at the bottom of a hill, not a very big hill, but a hill none the less & we would have races on my little brothers riding toys. The Green Machine was the fastest & everyone would fight over who go to ride it. We were about 10 or 11 at the time. We had a blast! I think that's how I got to be the girl who was friends with boys but never the boys "girlfriends". That followed me for a long time. I mean I had boyfriends in grade school, sure, we wrote notes back & forth, sat by each other on field trips & made out in the back of the bus on a dare & even exchanged gifts on Valentine's Day. But they never lasted for more than a week or two until we found a new love. That's how it is you know. And growing up in a small town, we would end up repeating this over & over, because you only had a small selection of fish to choose from. Seriously, what were my Mom & Dad thinking when they would tell me there are other fish in the sea...did they not realize our town had a population of less than 2,000?

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