Thursday, April 19, 2012

Biting Fingers and Dancing Lobsters

My mom had me when she was 35. I was the baby on my mom's side, and the first granddaughter on my dad's.  In short, I was special from the start. My aunts and cousins were all wanting to hold me and squeeze my cheeks that apparently were harvesting nuts for the winter. I was a chubby baby. Never dropped or hugged too hard, I had a pretty normal babyhood. I went on to Pre-school where I attempted to establish my foot in the world. I was not keen on people telling me what to do, and am still not today. Case in point: the biting. I was at a computer screen playing an innocent computer game with "the new girl," as it was her first day. She kept consistently jabbing her finger at the screen telling me what to do. Her finger was blocking my point of vision. I have no idea what other 4 year olds would do, but I went for it and bit her finger. Get out of my way b**ch. Another biting incident happened at the dentist. The dentist was working on my teeth, and kept telling me to open wider. I bit his finger. He was pissed. I still see the same dentist today, and I go to school with the girl whose finger I bit. She doesn't remember, but the dentist sure does. You may be thinking I am some sort of freak right now, which I am, but I don't go around biting people today. I like to think I have developed more mature ways of dealing with my annoyance. Like writing "anonymously" on people's formsprings.
Anyway, from the start I knew I was a funny kid. I had a knack for making people laugh and enjoyed comedy myself.  I loved The Amanda Show. My cousin Samantha and I would call each other up on the phone to let one know when a new episode was on. Bring in the dancing lobsters! Nickelodeon had some awesome shows back then, not so much today. I listened to your basics: Britney Spears, The Spice Girls, Christina Aguilera, *NSYNC, and The Backstreet Boys. Sam and I would choreograph a dance, sometimes dress up, and put on a show for whoever would watch, which would be our moms. My brother would occasionally drop in and make a surprised cameo-Life is full of surprises. You never know who will show up. But you just have to go with it.


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