SusanofO
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OMG, it has to be believing that my body was indestrucible. Looking back on my late teens and the entire decade of my twenties (w/the exception of a few years interrupted by medical issues), I sometimes don't know how I did that. I got very little sleep (and sometimes none), worked two part-time jobs, was a full-time student, and was out a whole, whole lot, partying, all at the same time (well not at the exact same time, but you know what I mean...).
And I still somehow got it all done, and was pretty effective at all of it, most of the time. I sometimes miss that amazing energy level (no drugs were involved, it was just I was super-motivated, plus also young, I guess). I just rarely thought about being tired (even if I was.) I still have enough energy for what I want to do, and manage to get done what I need to get done, but will not ever again probably have that much energy. Sometimes, I miss that a little, yeah.
I have some fond, silly family memories.
- Like the time I decided when the rest of my family was out of town, as a teen-ager, that I was going to drive my dad's Datsun stick shift car, because I didn't want to take the bus to work - and got stuck in a traffic rush in the busiest street in town, not knowing what the heck I was doing, because I had no idea how to drive a stick shift...
- Like the huge dog house my father built for Brandy, our family dog, with a flat roof - and for 16 years, that dog never once went inside, but would climb some nearby steps, just so he could lay on top of its roof.
- The time that same pup got a running start from one end of the kitchen, and landed on all four feet, smack in the middle of the kitchen table, where the entire family was eating breakfast, because he not only wanted to "be a part of it all" but he also was tired of waiting for a bacon snack. It was so funny. He just stood there with this excited "I can't beleive I made it up here!" expression on his furry face. Everyone was laughing too hard to be disgusted (except my mother, who actually yelled at the dog, as if he would understand her.)
- I remember when Brandy also tried to eat my grandmother's kid gloves, that she'd left on a bed, and she yelled at him for it and said (I'll never forget this):
"You, Brandy, are now really on my sh_t list" (as if this would matter to him.) She was really ticked off about it. And for about 3 months after that, when she came over to the house, she would either not pet or speak to the dog, or else she would look at him and say: "You! You ate my gloves. Get away from me!" Eventually, she thawed, and started being nice to the dog again, but it was just too funny (to me).
- I remember the day my parents brought that dog home and the first thing that pup did, was to pee all over my dad (who was holding him at the time). My sister went downstairs and put on her winter boots, because she was afraid he would bite her (he was a pup, and pretty harmless).
Guess I am a big dog lover. I loved that dog, and love the ones I have now, too.
- I remember the family vacation California when we stopped for a few days in Las Vegas, and then my sister convinced me that she and I could dress up, put on heels, plaster on make-up, and get into the casinos and gamble, even though we were only 12 and 13 years old at the time (we got caught, and my mother was furious).
Just silly stuff.
- Susan
< Message edited by SusanofO -- 3/19/2007 6:18:13 AM >
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