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why natural gas is the safer alternative  I was closing in on three and my sister a bit over 4 when she saved my life the third time. It was becoming such a habit, that mama expected it and my poor sister was given short shrift in terms of gratitude. Mama had lost a baby just a month before and so she was a little scattered and I was taking advantage of her lack of attention, slippin’ out of the house and running the streets like a wild thing. Of course the neighbor ladies were attuned to the situation, calling whenever they spotted me but I was little, quick as the dickens and sneakier than any 3 year old should be who has a saint for an older sister. As I remember it: When I spotted the oil truck it was across from the Keane’s house, making a delivery so I slid behind it whadayaknow……….a tiny little ladder……..like it was made just for . I truly do believe if they don’t want to get evil ideas, they need to think about what they put on the side of trucks that are shiny and sitting still for so long. It took a bit of jumping to get ahold of, but I managed and then it was straight up and looky here if there isn’t a big round handly thing to hang onto. It’s perfect………..perfect. except here comes my sister with that madlook and Mrs. Keane, Ellen’s mama, trying to grab her off the truck. Course, she starts screaming while Ellen’s mama’s carrying her over to my house and banging on the door. I can see everything from up here. It’s like being as tall as Daddy! Then, oh boy, the truck starts to go and my sister starts yanking at my mama’s arm and pointing. Then she smack’s Mrs. Keane, and starts running after the truck. Boy, is she in trouble Uhoh….Mama just screamed too. Maybe I should stop waving to her. The man in the truck is sitting on the stoop now that he took me off his truck and Mama is giving him a drink of water. Mrs. Keane has me by my arm. My sister the saint is sitting next to the man who is patting her on the head. Mama is laughcrying and when Ellen tries to come over her mama just yells, one step and you’re a dead girl. Here come’s Daddy, down the street. I squiggle to run to him but I can’t get away. Mama tells the saint to go and tell him what happened. He’s gonna be so proud of me. You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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Thank goodness you hadn't taken up smoking at such a young age! lol Never ignore those who care for you you will have lost diamonds while you were collecting stones
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Oh gosh, I love your stories. I've told you this before, haven't I? Live life to it's fullest! If you're bored, Read Hugs Gypsy
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 Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety. Other women cloy The appetites they feed, but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies. For vilest things Become themselves in her, that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish. ~~ from Antony & Cleopatra
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Now that is a great story. You were quite the little rascal. Were? hmmm.
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my comment of no import You cannot conceive the many without the one.
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A late read for me but I love your tales..My mom would have had out her favorite flatback hairbrush adn I would not have been able to sit for a week (Virtual Symposium Group) use Virtual Symposium Group
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 This is a great story, Wicked.Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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Where would the world be without the explorers! Oh, wasn't it exciting!  Vive La Difference
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