Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Odds and ends

One of my Kansas City Internet friends, Kevin, remarked in a comment that he just couldn't believe I was such a brat as a child.  
Kevin, believe it.  Oh, I didn't do dangerous things.  I was actually very moral, and believed God was watching every move.  I didn't lie.  I'd didn't steal.  I wasn't destructive. 
But I had a mouth on me that wouldn't quit.  Now, for the first twelve years of my life, my parents were switchboard operators in small towns.  So if my mom asked me to do something and I sassed her, or simply refused, she might come at me, but she couldn't leave the switchboard for long unless Daddy was there to take over; somebody might make a phone call, and they had to go through "Central" to do so.  So, I'd yell something at her, or refuse to do some simple thing: she'd get up and head toward me, and I'd go running outside, far far away.  When we lived at Eagleville, sometimes I'd climb up in a Box Elder tree so she couldn't get to me.  Oh, I got spankings, serious ones; they just didn't seem to do a lot of good.  
Normally I wasn't asked to do chores of any kind (can you say spoiled?), but if I was asked, I'd make a terrible scene and refuse, even if we had a houseful of company.  That's the kind of brat I was.      
The brat still lives inside me, but nobody these days tries to make me do anything I don't want to, so she slumbers peacefully.  Anybody who REALLY knows me will vouch for this, but I wouldn't put them on the spot by asking them to testify to the fact.  Of course my readers don't see this side of me.  Do you think I'd let let a brat take over my keyboard?  Not on your life!  
As Ree Drummond would say, "I'm just keepin' it real."    


I have had two different people say they'd like to buy Max, Bonnie's calf, when he's ready to butcher.  So if the first person backs out, I have a backup buyer, which is nice to know.  If Bonnie never comes back in heat, Max has eight more months before he is ready.  If she were to come in heat today and be bred, he'd only have seven months.  At this point, I've pretty much resolved that she isn't going to start cycling.  After a lifetime of dealing with cattle, you learn not to get your hopes up on things like this; it only leads to disappointment.    


Last night Cliff and I watched the Christmas episode from the first season of "The Andy Griffith Show", then the Christmas episode from the second season of "All In The Family".  Finally, we watched "It's a Wonderful Life", my all-time favorite.  That movie always reminds me that, even as bratty as I was (and still am), I've made certain marks on the world that aren't so bad.  When the movie ended, I told Cliff, "Now I'm wanting a Christmas tree!"  
But we probably won't get one at this late date.  Trust me, if I want one badly enough, Cliff will see that I get it.  He wouldn't want to stir up my inner brat.  



Here's my life's theme song.  Sing it, Dino.

11 comments:

Cliff said...

I've been sitting here and wondering if I should be reading the blog of such a renegade as you and have decide I'll continue. You see, I was a perfect child. Also.

Donna said...

Cliff, that made me laugh out loud.

I'm mostly known as 'MA' said...

I'm chuckling too...hope you get your tree.

Hyperblogal said...

I wish to state, for the record, that you don't have to do anything I tell you.

Donna said...

David, I'm making a note of that.

Lindie said...

I have not decorated, for the first time in my life. I did put my artificial tree which has been residing in my garage into the living room, but have not put any ornaments on it. I am content just to plug it in and see the lights shine.

Margaret said...

I have a mouth on me too--I can't help but have, although as a teacher I have to be restrained about what I say!

Midlife Mom said...

My aunt used to have a fake tree which was decorated and when Christmas was over she threw a sheet over it and set it out in the garage. The next year she would just bring it in again, easy peasy! ha! I have been tempted to do that but so far haven't as I do like to get each ornament out and think about who gave it to me or where I bought it, I know I need to get a life! ha!

I liked your My Readers post. You have spunk Donna whether you were a brat as a kid or not. Ticks me off what they said about your home though, I've seen beautiful mansions that weren't 'homes' just houses where people stayed. We live in our house. It might smell like horses sometimes or there might be dust enough to plant potatoes but we enjoy it.

Merry Christmas from our 'home' to your 'home'!

Amy said...

I was a perfect child! It must be that 'only child' thing.... heh..

(my WV = geriatric. haha....)

TARYTERRE said...

You know a cute little tabletop tree would be quick and easy. I can't believe you were not a perfect little girl, like the rest of us? LOL Love Dean Martin. GREAT song. Now that I know your theme song, I'll be humming it all day.

Lori said...

I have an inner brat, too. And she still comes out once in a while!