Nice evening
Jul. 16th, 2006 10:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
susandennisSherry and Lee wanted to take me out to dinner for keeping their cats while they were in Belize recently. And they invited Scott who lives in the unit just below me (and down the hall from Sherry and Lee). We were a fun group and we had a great time. We went to a new restaurant across the way from here - Asian and delicious and fun. Then we went to Scott's unit for a last shot. He opened his freezer and and all he had in there was shot glasses and three kinds of vodka. Then we came up here because Scott had not seen the latest. It was a fun evening.
My Dad was a traveling salesman when I was young. He was rarely home. My Mom always swore that she knew exactly when my brother was conceived because the only time Daddy was home long enough was Christmas that year. But I remember lots of times when he wasn't gone.
When we still lived in Missouri, I remember one Saturday he took me out by myself and bought me a watch and taught me how to tell time with it. (Probably Mom had said something to the effect that if I asked her one more time what time was she would sell me to the gypsies. Thanks, Dad.) And I remember sledding. When it snowed, there was some GIANT (probably a mound) hill somewhere not far from where we lived and Daddy would get the sled out and take me and my sister sledding. (My brother was too little.) It think this may be the start of my loving snow.
I've heard both my brother and my sister say that they grew up without much of a father around. I didn't. I had a great Dad who was always there when I needed him and was always fun. (Until I hit the teen years but that's a different memory lane!)
My Dad was a traveling salesman when I was young. He was rarely home. My Mom always swore that she knew exactly when my brother was conceived because the only time Daddy was home long enough was Christmas that year. But I remember lots of times when he wasn't gone.
When we still lived in Missouri, I remember one Saturday he took me out by myself and bought me a watch and taught me how to tell time with it. (Probably Mom had said something to the effect that if I asked her one more time what time was she would sell me to the gypsies. Thanks, Dad.) And I remember sledding. When it snowed, there was some GIANT (probably a mound) hill somewhere not far from where we lived and Daddy would get the sled out and take me and my sister sledding. (My brother was too little.) It think this may be the start of my loving snow.
I've heard both my brother and my sister say that they grew up without much of a father around. I didn't. I had a great Dad who was always there when I needed him and was always fun. (Until I hit the teen years but that's a different memory lane!)
