Post by reaper on Jul 24, 2022 13:44:15 GMT -5
Reminiscing is a natural occurrence. When we reflect upon our beginnings, we pay tribute to our elders and those whom helped shape us into who we are today. Now, my past or present is not quite as hunky dory as Cassandra s "June Cleaver" life. But I would not change one thing about it.
I often felt like an odd ball and like a defective individual in my youth, all because I watched entirely too much t.v. let me explain.
We had the Walton's, Leave it to Beaver, Happy Days. T.V. shows that showcased family life such as Cassandras perfect little world of perfection and prissiness. You know the type....yes mom,. No ma'am, please and thank you. Such perfection and the ideal nuclear family structure.
The reality of real life was no where close to that for me.
My aunts, uncle's along with my grandparents raised me. I wasn't the Beaver or Potsie from Happy Days.
I was a grandson and nephew being raised with more love and caring than any fake ass T.V. family ever showed.
Just because my family was not as privileged as Cassie's, does not make me a weakling. So I reminisce..
So I acknowledge my beginnings.
It's better than having my head in the clouds.....oooh, my hubby Reno this...my hubby Reno that! And on and on. Please..he is a has been...a nobody....just like you.
This little piggy went to market...
This little piggy stayed home....
And this little piggy...got slaughtered and made int a bacon sandwich....
Just who do you think you are Cassandra..
You are incredibly naive.
Oh, in case you didn't get the reference....
You are the piggy that got slaughtered and made into bacon....
OINK!!!OINK!!!
REAPER SLAYS
REAPER MAKES A B.L.T.
