Sometimes I wonder if I really am adopted. You know like when your little and you think you are but your not, sometimes I still believe that, even though I know I'm not. I think my brothers are legit special. Not special as in a joy, special as in special need or education. I don't know what goes through their minds. Basically it boggles me. They just thought right now fireworks would be a good idea, why?? I don't know, I wish I did. I grew up surrounded by men, and boys. I still just don't quite get it, my mom must of worked me really hard to be feminine with all those Barbies. I have 3 brothers, out of the 19 cousins I have 3 of them are girls, whom I am not that close to. I'm frankly surprised I suck at sports as much as I do, its disappointing.
Today was cold, windy. I walk to babysitting which i previously mentioned. It was a long afternoon, the one year old who I watch and who I'm basically there for, did not nap long like she should have. It was an interesting afternoon. As I was leaving the Dad, Bill, was finding out his sister had cancer, so sad.
Ugh I am so right about my brothers.
Peace
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