This song was originally sung by the Chordettes. In this version, it’s performed by Linda and the Lemurs.
I bet we’ve gotten an inch today alone. Two of our brand new double pane windows are leaking. Super, duper.
I am the family genealogist. I also will do quick search for friends. My cousin Michael enjoys asking me to find his old girlfriends. He’s always thanks me. I wonder if he ever goes out with his former babes once he has their numbers.
There are always skeletons in the closet. We have a few. One is my great grandfather. He was orphaned by six months and raised by his aunt. I have done DNA on my great grandfather’s grandson, and nothing ever comes up, so I wonder if my grandfather’s father was not anyone we know. Who’s your daddy?
I have a cousin who had a baby out of wedlock, his mom told my sister, and she told me. I asked him if I could do DNA testing on him, but he wanted to protect his privacy. That’s great, but guess what? We know you had a kid, and we know where he lives and what he looks like. There is no privacy.
That’s it for now. All this type makes me need a nap. And chocolate. And a real Coke.
Forgive me for not writing within the past month:
Here are some good and true excuses:
The heat index has been 95F since we got here in August, and my fingers slip on the keys because I am one giant sweat ball.
My doctor in Delaware lied. Florida weather is not making my RA better, it’s made it worse. I get carpal tunnel ever time I type, so it makes writing a whole lot less fun.
My husband The Big Guy feels I must go with him on every.trip.to.home.depot even if it’s three times in one day. I need to cut the cord. With a hedge trimmer.
We are starting a small booth in an antique store down here in FL, so worry about that has taken up some time.
I’ve had too much fun giving the Civic Association’s home page on FB too much of a hard time to type. Most of the people on there are stuck in their ways. I’ll have to tell you about the woman who thought poisoning stray cats here was ok another time.
I’ve gotten hooked on Veronica Mars, and am now starting to watch it all over from the pilot episode.
TBG and I have begun a life of crime. Ralph moved. We never met him, but his gf had sex in our house with a known felon. I know it wasn’t Ralph’s fault that his slutty girlfriend cheated on him, but it’s guilt by association. He’s moved, his house is vacant, and he has good plants. I now have a Mexican post cactus and several agaves.
End of excuses.
It’s nice to start writing again here. I will be happier when the weather cools down, which should right around Halloween when we will be leaving. Never fails. Crazily, we will be coming back about a week later, laden with vintage stuff to sell in our little shop at the antique store. Basically, we will either stuff all of our bins of collectibles into our van, or if they don’t fit, rent a trailer.
We have a new best friend down here. His name is Terry, and he has had fun suggestions of things to do down here. He’s lived in FL three years longer than us, so he knows cool places. Yesterday, we went to the Chiluly Exhibit in downtown St. Petersburg.
For all my complaining about the heat, I love my friends here. Everyone came over yesterday and today, gave me big kisses and hugs and said how much they missed us. Oddly enough, that never happens in Delaware, with our neighbors there. I wonder why. 🙂 Three of the seven houses on the street have people living in them that do not talk to us, and a few of the others don’t even know our names after eight years. Oh, well.
We drove down to the beach today, had lunch and drinks in our favorite restaurant, and picked up my new license plate!!! The plate will say 5unny. The 5 really does look like an S from a few feet. My car looks great. I am so glad I splurged on the protective cover.
News on the food poisoning front. I called my sister and told her how angry her Holier Than Thou letter made me. She then told me that my aunt told her if she never spoke to me again, it would be alright! If my sister had just called and said call Aunt J; everything would have been fixed in five minutes. Here’s a good sunny day song, to give you a feeling of Clearwater Beach!
I have bipolar I. That’s the fun kind. Some people think that bipolar is so much better than depression, that you are happy when you are manic. So not true! I become enraged, empowered, and dangerous, and then I get depressed. Right now, I’m kicking a**, and taking names. I am so mad I could spit bricks. So what set poor little Pattykins off today?
I had three things happen today, and that’s what set me off to write my last missive on here.
1. The Big Guy failed to say a heart-felt goodbye to my daughter (his step) since we will be gone for 8 weeks. He loathes her, but he could fake it and tell her he’ll miss her.
2. The stupid kid from next came over and asked how I wanted the yard mowed while we were in FL. WTF??? TBG sked his mother if she’d do it. She does their lawn. She has a lazy husband and she mows their yard every week.
She must have told Stupid Kid to do it. I asked Stupid Kid SIX timeis this summer to work for me and he blew me off. I kept waiting for him to come over, and he never did. I was pretty surprised when he showed up today. I don’t think he expected my pissed off face. He never seemed interested in mowing the yard, but I guess his mom either told him he had to, or explained how much money he’d make every week. Short, little tyrant. He’ll get $15 for the lawn $10 for the apples, and $5 for weed whacking. I do it every week for free.
3. My sister wrote me this nasty letter, where she basically said I was very wrong to mention on FB that I got food poisoning, because some people took it personally. How do you take vomit the wrong way??? It’s ok; I unfriended my entire family.
I’m actually feeling better. Nothing like two vents in two hours to cheer me up.
Thanks for reading,
I just got a whopper of an email from my sister. It seems as though my 90 year-old aunt and her 65 year-old daughter were hurt that I posted on FB the following: “two words: food poisoning”. This was the evening of Aug 10. My Aunt’s 90th birthday party was in NJ that afternoon, and I really am sure I got it there. I threw up on the way back to DE, and continued to throw up for another eight hours.
My aunt FBed me and said no one else got food poisoning so I must have gotten it from DRINKING TOO MUCH at the party, or it was from someplace else I had eaten. I did not eat breakfast that day, and since we were on the road, I had McDonald’s yogurt for dinner. I was already not feeling good. Oh, and I didn’t drink booze at the party. I had a ginger ale.
My sister just wrote me the following letter:
I’m not sure if I was planned or not. I am nearly 10 years younger than my brother, and 3 years younger than my sister. There was a set of twins in there, and I wonder if I would be here if they survived. I don’t think I would want to have FIVE CHILDREN in ten years. My mom was nearly 40 when she had me, so maybe she was worn down a bit.
It is amazing I survived.
My siblings and cousins wanted to use me as a guinea pig. If I survived whatever they wanted to try, then they’d do it. I was superfluous. Until I was nearly seven, we lived next door to my aunt, uncle and my two cousins. I guess you’d call it a duplex.
At that time, there was no door from the one house to the other. I had the run of both houses, and I liked going up to my cousins’ attic because they had a train up there, and some type of basketball game that if you turned it on the players kind of vibrated around. It amused me as a five year old, but was probably a boring game for older kids and that’s why it was in the attic. One day, my sister and my cousin Billy told me that there was a secret passage to the other side of the house. All I had to do was walk behind the wall, and I’d be in our house! Oh, God. I am so glad I never did it, or I wouldn’t be writing this. I would like to think I was savvy enough to realize I was being tricked, but I was probably too scared, so I didn’t die that day.
Two yards away from our house was Professional Pharmacy. There was a garage with a flat roof right behind it. it had to be at least 10 feet high. My sibs and cousins were jumping off it onto the grass, and I wanted to try and they said, “SURE!” My mother came out just in time to watch her four year old flying through space onto the ground. I am not what was said to the older kids, but they never jumped off that roof again.
I’m not sure if all of you are lucky enough to have a Krispy Kreme Doughnut shop near you. It’s kind of a Southern thing. When I was a little kid in Norfolk, Va, we would buy KKs at lunch for a nickle to raise money for something. I have no idea where the money went, perhaps for new Nun outifts, but I loved those Krispy Kremes.
Fast forward to 2000. They opened a KK right near me! I was thrilled, I went a few times when they first opened, and a few times after that. Within two years they closed it. Maybe the North isn’t ready for KK’s fatty goodness. They beat Dunkin Donuts by a long shot, and people seem to eat them up. They don’t know what they are missing.
They opened ANOTHER KK about 20 minutes south of here. It seems to be doing really well because it’s across from the Wilmington Airport, and next to BJs. My daughter and I went there and had two donuts each, and then another one later. I feel a little sick from all that sugar and fat, but it was worth it.
P.S. This little girl is absolutely frightening.
Truthfully, I’m not, but I am naturalized; I have lived in the First State since 1981. I love it here! This is problematic because my husband, The Big Guy, does not. I don’t get it. He’s from Iowa. You’d think he’d think the weather here would be several steps up from Des Moines. He must have been living in FL in one of his incarnations. Perhaps he was a lizard, or a tree frog (please excuse any humor that falls flat).
From 1780 to nearly 1900, my line of Kennedys lived in Newfoundland, Canada. Perhaps that’s one of the reasons I love fall and winter and dislike summer and LOATHE fall. My cousin did tell me that his grandfather (my great uncle), said he never warmed up until he moved to Virginia. Life is a lot more comfortable up there now what with electricity and everything. I have another cousin who lives up there and takes picture of icebergs to show us.
My husband has decided that Florida is his true home. I should have never have taken him there! 🙂
I am looking forward to visiting Fl this time. My doctor says FL will be good for the RA. I have some really great friends down there.
I’d better start packing!