Last year, I told the story of a true to life Leroy Brown in my family. You can read about him here: Bad, Bad Leroy Brown
Let me know what you think! Is there someone in your family with the name of a celebrity or song character? Do tell!
I’m always finding the funniest and most amusing memes, jokes, and other misc. things on Facebook. This little diddy, for example. I got to reading the comments and was blown away by some hilarious stories!! It brought back a funny story of my own. Continue below.
When my son was about 3 years old he was a handful. He spoke better than my daughter did at that age because she had problems with ear infections and just didn’t hear things correctly to be able to repeat them correctly. My son looked up to her and repeated words that she said incorrectly, such as pupcake (cupcake), pupboard (cupboard), wunny wun (another one), and a few others.
My son being MY son, came up with a few of his own. He spoke well, but there were a few things that just slipped him up.
For example, at the babysitter’s house, he kept saying what the sitter thought was the word ‘fuck’. When she told me about it, I asked her what was going on at the time. She said they (her son and mine) were playing with little animals. I asked, “Was one of those little animals a frog?” She said it all made sense after that because the two boys had a bit of an argument over the frog. So ‘frog’ it was. Thank goodness!
Now, this next story was a little embarrassing for me at the time. (If it were to happen now, I’d think nothing of it…because I’m just too old to give a rat’s ass now. Ha!) We used to live across the street from a big park when we lived in California. The kids’ aunt worked the concession stand during ball games and I used to take the kids over to say hello. Of course, my ex didn’t participate like with everything else I planned, but that’s a whole different ball game.
Anyway, the kids and I went across the street and saw Aunt Joan. While we were there, a fire engine raced by with the sirens screeching and the horns blaring! My son always got so excited when he saw fire trucks but this was the first time one had been in his presence making so much noise! He started screaming and pointing! Remember now, we are at the park during a ballgame and people were everywhere! My son started screaming at the top of his lungs for all to hear, “Fucka! Fucka! Fucka!” It seemed that every head turned and looked at my boy who was so damn happy to have seen this rare sight, and then all their eyes were on me. I thought to myself, surely they understand what has just happened and that he must’ve been saying fire truck! Apparently not. I started yelling at them, “He said FIRETRUCK! FIRETRUCK!” It wasn’t too funny at the time, but afterward…and even now.
Isn’t it funny how kids can say things so wrong and create such great memories and laughter? I bet you have a few great stories to tell about your kids, too! I’d love to hear them!
Many moons ago…
This photo was probably the last photo taken with any of my cousins. It was 1987, the year my Papa passed away. He was my paternal grandfather.
I was pregnant with my first child, second from the left. Yeah, that’s me. Young. Thin. The last time I would ever be thin in my life! Even pregnant, I had only gained 27 lbs. total and still looked good. I just wish I would have known that then.
What strikes me about this photo is the fact that everyone is smiling except for me and my sisters…well, maybe there’s a tiny smile there, but not really. I don’t recall, and most likely have blocked it out for good, but I’m sure our lack of enthusiasm had something to do with my mother. Granted, funeral services aren’t supposed to be fun but it was usually my mother who sucked the wind out of our sails, made games UNfun, and mountains out of molehills.
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My mother was a very talented seamstress in her day. She made everything from clothes to dolls to tablecloths to…well, you get the picture. She knew her way around a sewing machine! When I was young, probably around age 11, my elementary school decided to have a fashion show. All the mothers who participated were seamstresses and to tell you the truth, I’m surprised my mother participated. I can understand why she did though. She most likely felt important doing so; showcasing one’s talents is a great confidence booster. I’m just surprised she got involved at all…because I know how my mom was.
Mom made my sisters and I matching outfits for the fashion show. We were all shown how to walk the “catwalk” and show our outfits. My sister Sheryl was around 6 and my youngest sister Carol, barely 3 I believe. She was so small that it was my job to turn her around on the stage so everyone could see her little outfit. I think Sheryl turned around and around until she was dizzy…
I remember the crowd cheering when the 3 of us came onto the stage! I don’t remember much but I think mom won 1st place. The photo below is from around that time but we’re not wearing the matching outfits. It’s hard to see because the photo isn’t that great but the outfits were like the one I’m wearing in the photo. I’m the one on the far right, in case you haven’t figured that out.
When I was a kid I can’t remember a time that my mother wasn’t trying to make me feel stupid. I don’t recall her ever telling me that I did a great job. She criticized me a lot; told me that I colored outside the lines or one sock was up higher than the other…things like that. I don’t recall if she ever even told me I was pretty when I was a little girl. To be fair, just because I don’t remember doesn’t mean it didn’t happen.
But I DO know that as a teenager I DO remember. She never gave me praise for a job well done. She took every opportunity available to make me feel stupid, to make me feel that I wasn’t smart enough to excel in anything. If I showed interest in a certain class or activity, she would do everything she could to let me know that I wouldn’t like it, or that I wouldn’t do well. Many times, when expressing my own opinion she responded with, “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Granted, teenagers think they know more than they really do but they should never be stifled the way I was.
Mom always made me feel like I was wrong for being smart, that somehow I wasn’t allowed to be smart. I know now though, that it was HER problem, not mine. She didn’t have but an 8th or 9th-grade education so she was very resentful that I had a better education that she did. Things were different back when she was young, and I was afforded much better opportunities.
To this day, I get angry when people talk to me like I’m stupid. I literally SNAP. Visualize Bruce Banner getting angry. There ya go. I know it’s unintentional most of the time and I choose to let it go, but when it happens over and over again? Enter The Incredible Hulk!
Being Aunt Debbie 