I slept in this morning. It is raining outside and it was such a nice change than getting up at 3:00 am as I do each day of the work week.
This week's Photo Hunt theme is DIFFERENT. Hope you like what I have chosen.
A wrong way corrigan in this bunch.
This week I have read alot of people's blogs. There are many talented writers out there who can write about their lives so vividly that you can really seem to know them. I am not the best writer and my life has been average. I have had really good times and really low times but on the whole average. I am going to start to write a little bit about my life for my son to read so he can understand where I came from. So I will write a little about my life each day.
I was born in Fort Wayne, IN. I had many problems healthwise with my ears and throat. They removed my tonsils and adnoids when I was only 5 weeks old. I guess I almost died, so I was baptised in the hospital. But as you can see I made it. It is also hard to believe I was only 5 lbs when I was born. When I was born my grandmother, Blanche, was in the hospital for thyroid surgery. I had learned she did not care for me because I took away her attention during that time. At least this is what I have put together from what has been told to me in bits and pieces. I continued to have health issues for the next two years. All I really remember of living in Fort Wayne is that we had a little black cocker spaniel named Holly and that the house was a little white Cape Cod style house with green shutters. With the harsh winters of Indiana my parents decided to sell everything and move to California where the weather is milder and where my father was once stationed in the Army and where the problems with my ears would have a better chance to heal. Growing up I always felt guilty because they had to leave their comfortable life near my father's family and move clear across the country. My mother on occasion would like to remind me that I was the reason they had to move. Even though now as an adult I know that was the best choice for them. For my father he could move away from the nagging guilt of being expected to work on the family farm and for my mother away from a critical and downright cruel mother in law. Neither one was cut out for small town farm life.
I have so much to do today. Housework that has been ignored, a mountain of laundry and bead projects I want to start. It is a nice rainy day to stay in and work on that. There is a Spring Craft Show going on at the college. I may go and look around and get ideas for more jewelry projects.
I am considering myself tagged by Pidomon:
Here are the rules:
1. Write your own six word memoir.
2. Post it on your blog and include a visual illustration if you’d like.
3. Link to the person that tagged you in your post.
4. Tag five more blogs with links.
5. And don’t forget to leave a comment on the tagged blogs with an invitation to play!
Been There, Done That, Do Again
Betty of Betty's This and That
Admiral of In A Mad, Mad, Mad World
April of Aprilwine's Weblog
Rachel of all-she-is.com