Summer Vacation by Me, 2007
I'm not feeling well, so I'm going to make a short post. You ever notice how being really tired dulls you reflexes and attention span?
Today is my twenty-first post for NaBloPoMo in the month of January. Only eleven more days and I will have posted every day to my blog.
Can you name a funny childhood memories? As a child, one of the houses (actually most of the houses) we lived in didn't have running water or indoor plumbing. Our only heat was a pot bellied stove in the livingroom. The well where we got our water was located on the back porch. The water bucket we had was one of the long tube buckets, it looked like a cigar on the end of a rope. To pull up the water, the bucket was lowered into the well, when it was full of water, we pulled it back up and emptied it into a two gallon bucket with a handle . One really cold winter, for whatever reason, my brother decided to stick his tongue to the icy bucket, where it immediately froze and remained there until I poured water over it to thaw it enough for him to pull it off. Unfortunately, he left a bit of skin on the metal. Needless to say, he never tried that again.
Hope everyone has a great day!
Almost like the stairway to heaven!