broken ankle

I just haven't felt that much like blogging lately. That, and I love lopsided ponytail daisy, and I like to see her when I log onto my page.

When I was about 3, I think, my next-door neighbor, Jimmy Mallory, was pushing me on a tricycle--because my feet didn't reach the pedals (one of those old fashionedy kinds. the taller than usual type) and my leg got caught in the spokes. The ankle didn't hold up well, and broke.

My mom and Jeannie Morrison raced me to the emergency room in our then family car ('66 ragtop Stingray Corvette) and I apparently couldn't be calmed. Afraid to get the cast, the doctor put one on my baby doll, too. I still have the doll with the cast (except one day I washed her hair, so now all she has is this sumo wrestler pigtail on top of her head) anyway...I finally got the cast. BUT, I refused to walk for almost the entire time I had it on. Parents were tired of toting lopsided ponytail daisy around, and lopsided ponytail daisy was tired of hopping on one foot---hence the pink horsie.

Surprisingly, as an adult (which I just had a conversation about today...I still find it difficult to refer to myself as a woman (not that I feel like a man) but woman is definitely grown up, and I have a hard time picturing myself as that)
any way, as a 38 year old, I'm really not scared of tangible things like that.
Still working on the intangibles~


Some years later, Jimmy Mallory also delivered to me my first kiss. It had tongue, and tasted like cigarettes. He used to bribe me...smokes for kisses. (it worked back then) Now, he lives in North Carolina, or something, and can't go back in Michigan, or he'll go directly to the pen'.

that's it.
have a nice day.