Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Sissys insomniac pillow torture

I grew up being a twin. It is who I am, it is "me". My twin and I are as different as night and day. Oh we do have similarities; we are both hysterically funny. Get us together and we are like Lucy and Ethel, the antics never cease. We can find humor in the dregs. Our humor has sustained us during the difficult times we both have experienced. In the next few weeks I will be tell ya'll about our various tales. While we are alike in our sense of humor we do have alot of differences.
The biggest differenece between us is our sleeping patterns, since day one my sissy has been a late night owl. Up past midnight since newborn and always looking for an adventure. Leave it to her to be shopping at walmart at 2 am. Thats a bunch of malarkey for me. I will NOT shop at walmart at 2 am, most likely I will be sleeping while she is wide awake. I am becoming a somewhat night owl. I can stay up if I force myself, and I MEAN FORCE myself. I was up till 3am only because I wanted to wait up for hubby to return from work so I could cook him breakfast. Well anyway, Sissys late night antics have irritated me since BIRTH.
Sissy and I grew up in a modest family, we were not rich we were not poor. We had just enough and I do praise God for that. One thing we did not have was our own beds till we were about 7. We had to share a double bed ( I believe it was a double bed, we were so small and the bed looked so big). Many of you might think how wonderful. It was torture for me, sheer unadulterated TORTURE. Yes folks, my sweet sissy over at tortured my heart out. Do you want to know how? It was her pillow antics, if you remember me saying she could stay up till wee hours of the morning, what does a 3 year old want at 3 am?? She wants a playmate. She wants some fun, some entertainment, and there was no TV back in those days to turn on to amuse her. What does an energetic little snot nosed 3 year old do, she turns the pillow into a human torture machine. She takes her chubby little paws and quickly slides them under my pillow continously all night. She wants to wake me up, she wants to play. Her hands goes under my pillow and her little fingers tap tap tap all night, BIDDING me to wake up and talk or play. I would beg, I would plead, I would cry please, please Sissy leave me alone I want to sleep.
Many times I had to wake up to appease this little monster. This went on year in and year out, day in and day out. Bedtime became a torture because Sissy had insomnia. Finally we got our own beds at about 7 and life was good, No more pillow torture.

Sissy if you are reading this, I am still waiting for revenge, ahhahahhahahah

Monday, February 8, 2010

Brain Thumping and squeezing.

I tell ya'll what, this adding buttons and bars to my blog is downright WELL dangerous.
I am about to have a brain attack, honestly this stuff is really, really brain teasing.
I consider myself a fairly, reasonably intelligent adult. I have just spent almost 6 hours on this blog and to tell ya the truth, I could not begin to even tell you what I have accomplished.

I have accomplished a brain attack today. These HTML codes are enough to wear a person slap out.
Somebody anybody, help.

Friday, February 5, 2010

Popcorn, popcorn, WHERE where is the popcorn

Okay heres a giveaway that this gal really wants to spout off about.

My sissy over at is hosting a giveaway.

Its a biggie, if you win you get your choice of flavors of popcorn to fill a 3.5 gallon tin.
Can you imagine??? Take a look at the flavors. I could not believe the choices
Here is the link to the giveaway
I am posting the link because it is simply a fabulous giveaway and you don't want to miss this.

Here are some of the flavors
Chocolate drizzle, cookies and cream, pecan praline, oh Yummmmmmmm

Go over and take a look and enter, you DON'T want to miss this one. I love to share and this is too good not to share

Momma, you were a piece of work

Frankly My dear I have had a very ,very stressful life, there is no doubt about it, but with the stress there have been some absolutley hysterical moments during those times. I have shared my life with my twin sister(shes calls us "womb mates".)
We have been the best of friends and the absolute worst of enemies. We have developed a friendship that has stood the test of time. No doubt because we had no choice, hahah.
Many of you know that my sissy and I were given the dubious task of taking care of my elderly mother till she passed away in 2007. Oh how we miss her and yet we look back on the shenanigans she pulled and they were hysterical. She pitted my sissy and I against each other for about 7 years and neither one of us was the wiser.
Honestly we were both dumb, dumb as dirt in this matter. She would get me aside and start nonchalantly talking about sissy and keep it up till my blood was boiling, then ever so sneaky this little chubby bandit would get my sissy aside and start talking smack about me. Sissys blood pressure would rise and she would either call me or we would see each other. Invariably my mom would come along for the ride as I went to my sisters house or she would eavesdrop on the conversation. It was not my intention to go over and pick a fight with her but sure enough, we would start the fisticuffs. While this was going on, where was our Mom? She was sitting at my sisters kitchen table, having her coffee quietly and dunking her glazed donut in the coffee, watching, silently watching.
Now mind you this went on for years. How could we not see that our sweet innocent little mother was stirring the pot????, hahahhaah, we were both so blinded toward our cute little old lady mama that neither of us could figure out this was her entertainment.
The Aha moment came from my brilliant sister ( she was ALWAYS much much smarter than me, I was the gorgeous one, she had the smarts, ahahha) About 6 months before my mother passed. The lightbulb went on and she saw what mommy was doing. We spoke and compared numerous years worth of notes, and realized what she had been doing. She needed the drama and craved it. Well once we found out what she was doing we confronted her. We told her we knew exactly what she had been up to and that we were no longer going to allow her to get away with this. I don't remember exactly what she said but it was something like you finally figured it out?
Mommy had gotten away with her shenanigans for about 7 years, undetected by either of us.