Need to write happy stuff
My desk is a huge cluttered mess. And I'm sick of it never being clean. UGH. So that's buggin' me. Thought I would spend some moments writing about happy stuff so the clutter gets smaller in my brain.
Happy I grew up in a gianormous family. 8 kids. I was #4. Oldest to youngest, 12 years difference. Heck we had a lot of fun. And adventures. And fights. And loving times. My parents tried really hard to be good parents. I don't know why they didn't go completely loopy, especially my mom. My dad worked a lot. How else are you gonna feed and clothe that many kids?
My oldest brother was and is the oldest brother type. One night my parents left us at home. That rarely happened. My brother - Mark - was about 13. He was in Scouts and was learning archery. He had his bow and arrows and a target set up in the back yard. It was getting late, and darker, and parents still aren't home. The oldest 4 were up waiting for them. We heard screaming outside. We lived in a fairly quiet neighborhood. We just kept hearing it. It was definitely a woman screaming. We didn't know what to do. Mark took his bow and arrows, and we were all in our wubbies, and we followed behind him out into our very dark backyard. We were tiptoeing and shushing each other so we could hear the screams. They sounded like they were coming from our neighbor's house behind us. I was pretty scared, but I had a lot of confidence in my big brother. The screams got louder and closer. We were all bunched up pretty tight. Then the cats jumped over our fence, screaming and chasing each other. Whoa. We all just sat down on the lawn and exhaled. That was a good adventure.
Life is crazy-good!
Happy I grew up in a gianormous family. 8 kids. I was #4. Oldest to youngest, 12 years difference. Heck we had a lot of fun. And adventures. And fights. And loving times. My parents tried really hard to be good parents. I don't know why they didn't go completely loopy, especially my mom. My dad worked a lot. How else are you gonna feed and clothe that many kids?
My oldest brother was and is the oldest brother type. One night my parents left us at home. That rarely happened. My brother - Mark - was about 13. He was in Scouts and was learning archery. He had his bow and arrows and a target set up in the back yard. It was getting late, and darker, and parents still aren't home. The oldest 4 were up waiting for them. We heard screaming outside. We lived in a fairly quiet neighborhood. We just kept hearing it. It was definitely a woman screaming. We didn't know what to do. Mark took his bow and arrows, and we were all in our wubbies, and we followed behind him out into our very dark backyard. We were tiptoeing and shushing each other so we could hear the screams. They sounded like they were coming from our neighbor's house behind us. I was pretty scared, but I had a lot of confidence in my big brother. The screams got louder and closer. We were all bunched up pretty tight. Then the cats jumped over our fence, screaming and chasing each other. Whoa. We all just sat down on the lawn and exhaled. That was a good adventure.
Life is crazy-good!
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Smiling and LMFAO, that was a wonderfujl adventure, but I would have pooped my pants when the cats jumped over the fence. Happy thoughts are so much better than thinking about clutter. But I understand, I sometimes let the clutter take over here, then I have to commit to DE-cluttering LOL LOL. Take care Dee and have a great day. Bill
LOL..........not the end I expected.....................LOL :):).........now get to work on that desk:):)
Have a great day.............
Thanks to you Bill and Deb. I\'m glad you are my friends!
Good story Dee, made me laugh. I\'m glad I was a kid in the sixtys, so much adventure and imagination we had. I didn\'t know about what most the kids now know, didn\'t miss it, glad I was naive, to a certain point. I have clutter too, maybe tomorrow! The sun\'s out, I\'m gonna enjoy, I hope you have an enjoyable day.