My father and his ten brothers and sisters had an extremely difficult life growing up. They are from an incredibly poor area in the Virginia mountains. The stories my father has shared with me about his childhood turns my hair white.
I am made of much, much softer stuff. My parents spoiled my brother and I, just as my cousins were spoiled by my aunts and uncles. The Lester siblings made sure their progeny had the life that they could only dream of back when they were scrabbling for every morsel to put on the dinner table.
So I loved it today when, as I was whining yet again about my health BS, Aunt Shirl checks me back into reality by writing "... put on your big girl pantie's... and deal with it!!! ummmm sorry... life according to your Aunt Shirley... LMAO!!!".
Just the Lester-style kick in the ass I needed. :)
~Jenn
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Gotta love Aunt Shirley!
ReplyDeleteSometimes we can get so involved in what we can't do that it's impossible to see what we can. Lucky you, to have someone to shake you out of that.
Now, find one small thing you can do to move forward, then do it!
Right, Judy? We all need an Aunt Shirley in our lives from time to time.
ReplyDeleteI have a number of small things cooking. The hypnotherapy CD's seem to already be working, and I'm taking a candle making class this Sat. Huzzah! :)