I do believe working hospital night shifts has prepared me for this all night blogging gig. However, it is a bit easier staying awake when you are running around a hospital lab performing tests (a good thing!)
Lisa and I have come up with an idea for the 3 AM hour. We are going to IM each other and then cut and paste the conversation as one of our posts. Intriguing? of course not, but a trailer (teaser) none the less.
Who wants to hear anecdotes of our adentures when we were growing up? Well, I’ll blog about them anyway.
Lisa and I are “double” cousins, which means we have the same basic genetic makeup since our moms are sisters and our dads were brothers. Do we act alike and talk alike and sometimes even look alike (sing along to the Patty Duke Show theme) – No, not really. I grew up in Indiana, but every summer after my dad died, my mom and I spent 3 months at my Grandmother’s house in Towson, Maryland. I got to stay overnight at my cousins’ houses and got to know all my aunts and uncles. This was always very fun since we rarely came back east for Thanksgiving or Christmas.
One summer Lisa and I decided to write a newspaper. We published it weekly and sold it to our aunts for 10 cents a copy. Yes, I can honestly say that any blogging / writing talent I have began while penning the Towson Tribune.
I remember having a “fort” set up under my grandparents’ pool table. Lisa and I hung out there quite a bit listening to albums we snuck out of our youngest aunts’room (The Supremes, the Beatles…)
We had a lemonade stand or maybe it was a yard sale to benefit the St. Vincent de Paul Society.
I remember her mom and dad sometimes taking us with them to work (and the cafeteria had these really good fish submarine sandwiches).
I remember staying overnight at her house and staying up all night talking / listening. Can you guess who did what? The “who could be quiet the longest?” contests didn’t last too long.
I remember taking tennis lessons with her. We are still as athletic now as we were then.
I remember sitting on the church kneelers during Mass and Lisa tellig me that we were going to get Slurpees after Mass. I kept asking her what she said. I had never heard of a Slurpee. Remember – I grew up in Indiana. The Farm Store where we got the Slurpees was not like any farm store I had seen.
Lisa- what do you remember?