Using my blog to try and make the world a better place. If I can help someone forget their troubles for a few minutes a day, it's all worth it.

1973 (btw, is it just me, or do I look like the first-season Bobby Brady in this pic?????):

1973 (btw, is it just me, or do I look like the first-season Bobby Brady in this pic?????):
I watch the ripples change their size, but never leave the stream of warm impermanent sand. So the days flow through my eyes but still the days seem the same. And these children that you spit on as they try to change their world are immune to your consultations. They're quite aware of what they're going through.

Monday, May 09, 2011

Misc. Remembrance:

When I was a kid, I was petrified of the basement. That's also where mom had her food pantry. Every once in a while she'd ask me to go into the basement to get something out of the pantry, and I'd quietly freak out. I'd stand in the pantry looking for what she sent me down for, but I was freaking out that something was behind me I couldn't concentrate. I'd stand there, catatonic, and mom would finally holler down:

"Joe! Get the damn corn already!"

"Mom, it's not here!"

"Of course it's there!! I just bought some yesterday!!"

"No it isn't!"

"I know it's there!!!!! Just look!!"

I'd look around

"Nope! I don't see it!"

She'd come down exasperated, get it in 2 seconds, then go back upstairs. Eventually she ended up just getting it herself. I wish she'd caught on sooner...

4 comments:

Sunnydaze said...

LOL! You crack me up! The hell of it is is that I could have written this myself - I was the same way! LMAO!

Rawknrobyn.blogspot.com said...

If the pantry looked anything like that picture, I wouldn't have found the damn corn either.
xoRobyn

Sex, Drugs and Bacon Sandwiches said...

LOL!

joe said...

I should have just told her to get it herself. Like I didn't have enough to do around the house.

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