Saturday, February 20, 2010

Another AM-PM story

Well this is just a small tidbit but I remember when I was young I was jealous of a neighborhood kid who had gotten a new plastic shiney bouncy ball. The kind that used to be housed in a huge bin in the front of the stores just begging to be played with. Anyways, I guess I was upset and decided to let all the air out of it. I went to hide afterwards at home but the kid knew it was me and marched right to my hideout and told on me. So guess what mom did, she made me go all the way down the the AM-PM and fill the ball back up with air. I did it but definately took my sweet time, LOL.

Thursday, February 18, 2010

My Background

Well I figured I should list why I think I have an interesting life. My immediate family background is just my mother and me. My mother married my father at a fairly early age. My father had my mother move from our home to Texas where he ended up leaving her with a brand new baby and no family. She hopped on a plane with me as a baby and came home. My grandma being the wonderful mom she was, picked my mom up from the airport, drove around fairly good neighborhoods till she found an apartment that would take my mom right away with a baby, set her up with basic folding furniture and some food then left her daughter with her new baby and a typewriter. She told my mom, as long as you can type, you can make money and that was that.
So all growing up, it was me and mom. She put herself through college with me in tow. I never felt as though I was missing anything. You don't miss a father you had never known. You don't miss money, if you never had it.
If this wasn't enough of an adventure, you can add to the list of my accomplishments: Diabetes Type 1 (I got that around age 7), Epilepsy (Age 15), Mutant (long story), Klutz (probably should have listed that first, lol), Cancer, High Blood Pressure, High Cholesterol, Carpal Tunnel in both hands and in my thumb, Weak Lungs and so on and so on.
So if I haven't scared you off yet, I'll continue to post stuff as I dig into my childhood, teen life, adulthood and hopefully one day I'll be an adoptive parent?
Toot

Hold Up

Ok so I thought I'd share a memory about being held up in an AM-PM. I'm not sure how old I was but I was probably 8 or 9 years old. We lived in a very poor neighborhood that was filled with immigrants and college students. Although these were litterly like "The Projects" I look back with real fondness for our simple life. Things were tight but I never really knew that they were. I had tons of friends and life was an adventure.
At the end of our apartment row, about a mile away was an AM-PM mini market. We used to always go there for whatelse....candy! All the neighborhood rug rats would gather up what little coins we could and we'd all make the trek down. One afternoon, I was watching or hanging with a much younger child (John) who I sort of took under my wing. We decided to make the trek to the market and pick up a few pieces of candy for the afternoon to kill some time. Everything was totally normal and we chit chatted as we walked. We came upon the market and went inside as normal. The candy aisle was fairly close to the door. We knew exactly where to go. Without a second thought, we opened the door and made a "b" line to the candy. John was in front of me. As he darted in and down the aisle, I walked straight into a black shiny gun.
I don't remember much of the man himself but I do remember that gun. The man behind the counter distracted the shooter and he waved me with the gun to go stand next to the child I came in with. John was crouched down rifling through the candy on the lowest shelf. I crouched down in front of him. It was soon over and no one got hurt that I know of but I do remember I was supposed to pick up some milk also. I remember going across the street to a fruit stand and using the pay phone. I remember calling my mom to tell her I didn't get the milk. She asked why not and all I remember telling her is I couldn't get the milk because there were cops everywhere and a guy pointed a gun at me.
At this point, I don't remember much more but my mother sure loves to go into her expletives about this, LOL.
Hope you enjoyed this little ditty
Toot

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

My name

Well obviously Toot isn't my real name but it is a nickname given to me when I was a very young child and seeing I don't want anyone knowing that this blog is me, it seemed an appropriate name to use. Only person on earth who knows this nickname is my mother, probably my father and now my faceless blog readers although there aren't any of you yet but who knows in the future, LOL.
Ok so the story goes, when I was maybe a year or two old I was given a little plastic horn. Supposedly I was fascinated by it and walked around the house honking it. It make a sort of toot-toot sound as my mother puts it. Soon, my parents were calling me all kinds of weirdness associated with it like tooter-flooter, tooter and soon it was just shortened to toot. My mother to this day calls me toot but it's only between her and I. No one, not even my husband really pays attention to it.
So there you have it, my pen name is now Toot to protect the innocent.
Toot

Hello

Well this is my first blog entry. I just started this because for some overwhelming reason, I have the need to put my life down somewhere. I figure I'll just randomly post major life moments as I remember them. My life has been colored with amazing people, deep tragedy and great joys. I have probably lived through more in my life them most and yet, I find great comfort in the mundane because of it. I hope you enjoy my stories. There is going to be no rhyme or reason to them. I'll just post as I remember.
Toot (as my mother calls me but that's another story)