Growing up is hard to do...

In response to my Gent's (gawd I hate that I have to refer to him as that right now - mostly because he WANTS it soooooo badly) blog yesterday, I have to say - reflecting on the past to see what you liked and what you didn't about growing up is a good topic.

What did I like? I liked that my mom baked with us.... a lot. I did not like that 9 times out of 10, the baking came with a sex talk. Note to self - no sex talk while baking (with the kids anyway - sex talk with my gent over flour and eggs could be fun, I digress)

I did not like that I was not "allowed" to get anything less than an "A"! WTF?! And you ask, what happened when you got less than an A, Wowo? Well, I had to listen to the mother drone on and on and on and on about how I'm better than that, I would get threatened with punishment (I have successfully blocked out if any of the punishments came to fruition) (fruition is a big word for me early in the morning and may be a result of the constant nagging for A's) Let's just say the report card "talks" were ANNOYING!!! and a little ridiculous too! Sister didn't have that requirement! Neither did brother! WTF did I do to deserve that? Anyhoo... what else did I like? I liked that I got a shiny, red 10-speed Schwinn (even though I REALLY wanted the dusty rose color) for my first straight A report card.

Hmm what else did I like? All in all I guess I'd say my upbringing was pretty good. No spankings...except the one time dad pulled me out of the station wagon by one arm and swatted my ass. I didn't do anything! I just put the car into reverse and it started going backwards....what did you expect when leaving a 3 year old in the car alone?!?! And the one time mom TRIED to get my ass with a brush but I was like 15 and jumped back and laughed at her for missing me. What a bitch I am... I mean WAS - what a bitch I WAS.

Lastly - my mom tells me I didn't really like time-outs on the stairs. I sat there like I should, but I yelled at her that I was going to tell Santa and he wouldn't bring her any presents...EVER AGAIN. I think that mission was accomplished.

I guess we'll see after this afternoon if I'll have to continue pondering shit like this....