Well, readers, I think this is going to be the last bits of memories from my life on Liszt, and it once again comes in the form of small nuggets that are primarily unfinished thoughts and littler chunks of malformed pieces of my life. I often wonder what it would be like to do this little blog had I not gone through about a 4-year period where I'm relatively sure I became an alcoholic. Oh well, such is life. Now, on with things I do recall...
For the first one, it's actually not even a memory that I personally remember, but one my mom does because apparently I was only like 3 or so. I've been told this a number of times, and it's definitely a testament to 'A Sign of the Times', because I can only imagine the events that led up to this being totally frowned upon in this day and age. Anyway, it seems that my mom had put me down for a nap in my crib and had gone next door to a friend's house for coffee or something. Literally (before anyone tilts a brow at how irresponsible) RIGHT next door... like you could spit to the house from our front porch. Anyway, my mom went over there while I supposedly slept. Well as you might be assuming, I awoke to find no mommy in sight, and rather than just shrug it off and go back to sleep, I climbed out of my crib with a mission. Much like Stewie Griffin from Family Guy, this particular Stewie was bent on vindication. I wandered to the family room and proceeded to destroy all of the potted plants that were hanging out in the house. Ones on little pedestals, ones that just sat on the floor, some on the window sills... all were fare game for my mellifluous rampaging. Fortunately, my mom did have the wherewithal to come back home rather rapidly -likely hearing her motherly alarm blaring- and discovered the mess. I'd like to think I shrugged and wandered off in my diaper, but she only says she couldn't spank me because it was her own fault. Moral: never leave plants out when you decide to ditch your kid for a few hours.
I've mentioned the Motyckas many times in this blog thus far, and it stands to reason since we always hung out with them. But there were times in particular when we often played the same game over and over, and those times always fell on Jenny's birthday parties. We'd go over there, play a few games of Pin-The-Tail and Red Rover and such, but they always led to one game that I had a devil of a time remembering. In fact, I'm starting to assume this was just a made up game by Mrs. Motycka herself because even the Internet hasn't heard of it, and that's borderline impossible. Either way it featured a character, probably the birthday party recipient, going on a trip and she had to remember to pack a bunch of stuff, including a pair of special Patent Leather Shoes. I don't remember why these were special, only that she (Jenny) had to have them. As for the rules of the game or how it went... I have no Earthly idea. Funny enough, this little tidbit came to me in a dream. And no, I don't remember why.
I vaguely remember getting really sick when I was in Kindergarten. According to my mom it was due to a really nasty staff infection. Evidently I got staff infections quite a few times when I was a kid, but it was this initial case where the doctors at the hospital figured out I was allergic to Penicillin. They dosed me up with it, which in turn made me sicker, and viola: longer hospital stay. I really have almost no recollection of my term in ward there, other than the fact that my teacher, Mrs. Fulton, had all my classmates sign a giant card for me, a card that my mom says she actually still has. That's like an artifact now, or something! And also they got me a Mickey Mouse stuffed animal that became a best buddy to me. And that's honestly all I can remember.
Well, folks, I think that's about it. Beginning with the next entry we will be following my memories to my life on 1712 Suffolk. That's right: all new adventures, and a fare bit more of them, too. See ya soon!
For the first one, it's actually not even a memory that I personally remember, but one my mom does because apparently I was only like 3 or so. I've been told this a number of times, and it's definitely a testament to 'A Sign of the Times', because I can only imagine the events that led up to this being totally frowned upon in this day and age. Anyway, it seems that my mom had put me down for a nap in my crib and had gone next door to a friend's house for coffee or something. Literally (before anyone tilts a brow at how irresponsible) RIGHT next door... like you could spit to the house from our front porch. Anyway, my mom went over there while I supposedly slept. Well as you might be assuming, I awoke to find no mommy in sight, and rather than just shrug it off and go back to sleep, I climbed out of my crib with a mission. Much like Stewie Griffin from Family Guy, this particular Stewie was bent on vindication. I wandered to the family room and proceeded to destroy all of the potted plants that were hanging out in the house. Ones on little pedestals, ones that just sat on the floor, some on the window sills... all were fare game for my mellifluous rampaging. Fortunately, my mom did have the wherewithal to come back home rather rapidly -likely hearing her motherly alarm blaring- and discovered the mess. I'd like to think I shrugged and wandered off in my diaper, but she only says she couldn't spank me because it was her own fault. Moral: never leave plants out when you decide to ditch your kid for a few hours.
I've mentioned the Motyckas many times in this blog thus far, and it stands to reason since we always hung out with them. But there were times in particular when we often played the same game over and over, and those times always fell on Jenny's birthday parties. We'd go over there, play a few games of Pin-The-Tail and Red Rover and such, but they always led to one game that I had a devil of a time remembering. In fact, I'm starting to assume this was just a made up game by Mrs. Motycka herself because even the Internet hasn't heard of it, and that's borderline impossible. Either way it featured a character, probably the birthday party recipient, going on a trip and she had to remember to pack a bunch of stuff, including a pair of special Patent Leather Shoes. I don't remember why these were special, only that she (Jenny) had to have them. As for the rules of the game or how it went... I have no Earthly idea. Funny enough, this little tidbit came to me in a dream. And no, I don't remember why.
I vaguely remember getting really sick when I was in Kindergarten. According to my mom it was due to a really nasty staff infection. Evidently I got staff infections quite a few times when I was a kid, but it was this initial case where the doctors at the hospital figured out I was allergic to Penicillin. They dosed me up with it, which in turn made me sicker, and viola: longer hospital stay. I really have almost no recollection of my term in ward there, other than the fact that my teacher, Mrs. Fulton, had all my classmates sign a giant card for me, a card that my mom says she actually still has. That's like an artifact now, or something! And also they got me a Mickey Mouse stuffed animal that became a best buddy to me. And that's honestly all I can remember.
Well, folks, I think that's about it. Beginning with the next entry we will be following my memories to my life on 1712 Suffolk. That's right: all new adventures, and a fare bit more of them, too. See ya soon!
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