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Oct. 3rd, 2003 10:12 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gfrancieFriday has finally arrived. I slept in this morning. It was delicious.
I was having strange dreams most of the night, but it didn't bother me too much. I dreamed I was in London with Andrew and two of my siblings and we were by the London Eye and all of a sudden it fell over. I remember being mildly concerned and saying, "hrm...how about that." Then I had another dream that my family had become carnival folk and I was searching for the right kind of sno-cone. People kept screwing me over and giving me really bad stuff.
All of a sudden this reminds me of something I used to want as a child. This was always in the Sears Wishlist Catalog. I still want it. It was the neatest thing. My mother used to look at the cotton candy machine in that catalog. I miss the Sears Wishlist Catalog. It would always arrive in October and the whole family would spend loads of time looking at it and pointing out various things we would want. I remember the Christmas when I was nine and I received this huge collection of Barbie outfits and Barbie's Hawaiian friend Miko. (Who I had lusted after for three months in the catalog) That particular Christmas my mother wasn't home Christmas Eve or morning, because she had just had my sister on the 23rd. My Dad told me that Santa had brought all of that, because he was very proud of how I had helped my Mom a lot when she was pregnant by watching over my brother Tom and just taking care of everything. The previous Friday she had gone off to the Doctor for the afternoon (in a nearby town) and My parents figured I could watch over Tom (who was five) for a couple of hours. Since my father went off to work around 2:30 (he was a chef) and my Mother was going to be home around 4 or so. She didn't come home that night, instead she was going to have a C-section the next morning and My father worked late so I took charge and made pancakes for dinner (and for the very first time in my life. I would like to thank Krusteaz Pancake mix for their easy directions) made sure Tom took a bath, put him to bed, helped my Dad wrap up a lot of Christmas presents, made sure the food was put together for Christmas and looked good for when Mom and the baby came home. (Yes even then I loved a good crisis)
Then Christmas Morning There it was under the tree. The thing I wanted more then anything. All the beautiful (if slightly slutty) outfits I often pointed out to my mother AND Miko. The gorgeous Polynesian Miko with her long pretty black hair.
So it is a little early for Christmas stories, but sno-cones, wishlist catalogs and such always make me think of that.
I went off on a tangent.
Where was I?
Oh yeah...Carnies. Hrm, in the dream there was a wind storm, all of these frilly gay men who were acrobats and people trying to drive us away.
I don't even know what was going on.
...
Goodness what morning. I am not even dressed and I am already exhausted.
I was having strange dreams most of the night, but it didn't bother me too much. I dreamed I was in London with Andrew and two of my siblings and we were by the London Eye and all of a sudden it fell over. I remember being mildly concerned and saying, "hrm...how about that." Then I had another dream that my family had become carnival folk and I was searching for the right kind of sno-cone. People kept screwing me over and giving me really bad stuff.
All of a sudden this reminds me of something I used to want as a child. This was always in the Sears Wishlist Catalog. I still want it. It was the neatest thing. My mother used to look at the cotton candy machine in that catalog. I miss the Sears Wishlist Catalog. It would always arrive in October and the whole family would spend loads of time looking at it and pointing out various things we would want. I remember the Christmas when I was nine and I received this huge collection of Barbie outfits and Barbie's Hawaiian friend Miko. (Who I had lusted after for three months in the catalog) That particular Christmas my mother wasn't home Christmas Eve or morning, because she had just had my sister on the 23rd. My Dad told me that Santa had brought all of that, because he was very proud of how I had helped my Mom a lot when she was pregnant by watching over my brother Tom and just taking care of everything. The previous Friday she had gone off to the Doctor for the afternoon (in a nearby town) and My parents figured I could watch over Tom (who was five) for a couple of hours. Since my father went off to work around 2:30 (he was a chef) and my Mother was going to be home around 4 or so. She didn't come home that night, instead she was going to have a C-section the next morning and My father worked late so I took charge and made pancakes for dinner (and for the very first time in my life. I would like to thank Krusteaz Pancake mix for their easy directions) made sure Tom took a bath, put him to bed, helped my Dad wrap up a lot of Christmas presents, made sure the food was put together for Christmas and looked good for when Mom and the baby came home. (Yes even then I loved a good crisis)
Then Christmas Morning There it was under the tree. The thing I wanted more then anything. All the beautiful (if slightly slutty) outfits I often pointed out to my mother AND Miko. The gorgeous Polynesian Miko with her long pretty black hair.
So it is a little early for Christmas stories, but sno-cones, wishlist catalogs and such always make me think of that.
I went off on a tangent.
Where was I?
Oh yeah...Carnies. Hrm, in the dream there was a wind storm, all of these frilly gay men who were acrobats and people trying to drive us away.
I don't even know what was going on.
...
Goodness what morning. I am not even dressed and I am already exhausted.
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Date: 2003-10-03 11:25 am (UTC)My almost-step sisters had one.
My friend Michaela had one.
But I never did.
empower thyself, babe.
Date: 2003-10-03 11:32 am (UTC)Re: empower thyself, babe.
Date: 2003-10-03 11:34 am (UTC)Re: empower thyself, babe.
Date: 2003-10-03 12:48 pm (UTC)Re: empower thyself, babe.
Date: 2003-10-03 12:55 pm (UTC)Re: empower thyself, babe.
Date: 2003-10-03 12:56 pm (UTC)Re: empower thyself, babe.
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Date: 2003-10-03 03:41 pm (UTC)Someday though...
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Date: 2003-10-03 03:42 pm (UTC)We were very very excited that you were going to arrive. Tom and I had wanted another sibling for a long time and Mom wanted another baby. Lucky her she got another so quickly after you.
gift
Date: 2003-10-03 12:47 pm (UTC)I am SO getting you a snoopy sno cone maker. Remember I said I had to find something to equal the Pretty Pretty Princess game. I have found it!
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Date: 2003-10-03 12:54 pm (UTC)All done!
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Date: 2003-10-03 03:43 pm (UTC)You don't have to do that. That would be insane. What would I do with a snoopy sno cone maker? *laughs*
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Date: 2003-10-03 03:42 pm (UTC)The Sears Wishbook was probably the greatest thing about Christmas when I was a kid.
Thanks for the Memories
Date: 2003-10-03 06:14 pm (UTC)go on, have the sno-cone party. They're my favoirte!
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Date: 2003-10-03 09:13 pm (UTC)