Thanks anonymous.I'm referring to the person that said my blog is more creative now than it used to be.Wish I knew who Anonymous is...well,if I don't know this person,than he/she would still be anonymous,right?lol Anyways..Yea,I was reading back in 2002,and my life was so freakin horrid,/bored except the ONLY time I had anything to talk about ...was when Ray had kicked my ass or broke another bone or something.Other than that,he made SURE I had nothing to talk about.
Guess I could have googled jokes and posted them,huh? But I've been a diary-keeper(thats what it used to be called anyways) since I was a teen...like 12 or 13,back when I always kept those little pink tiny books with a tiny little key to lock them with....AS IF....my Grandma bypassed the key and cut the damn thing open,and the look on her face when I got home from school was PRICELESS! Her ...ummmm(cough) "virgin grandbaby"(me) WASN'T who wrote in that diary.Trying to say it wasn't my diary was really stupid,and only made my ass whooping and grounding worse.Besides the fact she said "I CAN'T EVEN LOOK AT YOU".OMG!That was worse than a beating.She read that I smoked a cig,a joint,drank some beer,etc...etc...and the worste was when I said "OUCH it HURT"!! (losing my virginity,that is)...I had never been so humbled in my whole life.(up until then,of course)lol...I had to practically sit in her lap in church EVERYTIME the doors to the church were open.Not to mention her bringing me to our preachers' house to pray the demons out of me.UuGH!
I don't suppose anybody else ever had to go outside and pick their own switch!? Or got popped with the hairbrush for fidgeting...not sitting still and complaining "please no pig-tails!"(WHOPP!)...and "you better NOT cry and make your face all red before you get on that school bus"! I don't suppose anybody else got a spanking,then told to stop that crying or your gona get some more!?
Yup,they call that beating a child now...we called it LIFE! like it or lump it.
May you rest in peace Granny.You TRYED to make a good girl out of me.I bet your looking down on me wanting me to go outside and pull a BIG switch,aren't you?
Sheesh! NOW if you LOOK at your kids wrong ,they'll say "I'll call CPS on you"! Boy-O-boy...I WISH I WOULD have said THAT to Granny,I wouldn't be sitting here typeing about it now!lol
Friday, January 8, 2010
I wonder how many others' have had their privacy invaded as a youngster?
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My old man used to kick my ass as a kid.
He used to kick it so hard it would take me a week to find it.
Not that it did any good other than make me promise to myself never to lay a hand on my kids.
When D2 turned 18 I told her that she was now an adult and I couldn't get charge for child abuse any more HA HA HA!!!!!
Oh and ummmm that anonymous comment was spam.
Nice spam though.
I got one just like it.
Now I am waiting for the bill LOL
Hey Tam! I can only read the top part of your post, just can't read the dark purple/pink combo.
Damn middle-aged eyes LOL
Glad to see you are still at home and still blogging.
I don't really remember my privacy being invaded.
I sure used to rat out my siblings though and tell where the weed was! I was a BRAT (and the baby)
Tammi my mom used to use spanking boards on my butt and brushes when i put my hands in the way when she pulled to hard on my hair.. She would hit my hands twice as hard if i didnt remove them..
I never kept a journal but I did write a letter to a friend of mine once and never sent it and my mom found it cleaning my room and boy was she PO'd at me when I came home from school... Yikes huh??? Well anyway I gotta run..Have to leave in 15 mins for work..
My, oh my, how I've waited for this day.
Now, you can no longer lecture me about my long posts.
I actually stuck this one out.
I remember keeping an actual diary. I still do on occasion. The stuff I don't post on here, I write down and I keep the book pretty well hidden away. When I finish the book, I read it once and then torch it...everything is much better when you just let the past go up in flames sometimes.
OH*WOW!!! This post brought back a few memories for me. I'll never forget when my spoiled brat cousins came over and my dad made me share my favorite doll with them. I was furious and told him I was going to run away. I started down the road and he came after me with a switch and switched me all the way home.
WALKER~~
You just kill me sometimes..Hey,I was thinking the same.He always sends a nice text on the way 2 work,and always comments.OMG,I better call & see if Mr.Bill is OK.
I am ok Tam just missing you.
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Ummmm.....not sure I understand that last anonymous comment....maybe I need more coffee
that maybe why it's anonymous too stupid to understand so why bother...but you can drink the coffee anyway it certainly won't hurt LOL
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