I swear it just felt like yesterday....

I attempt to blog everyday, but I guess I confide in that short snippet on twitter or facebook...or somedays I've just felt so crappy that I've just wanted to stay in bed (and did).

Tonight something got me thinking of funny (or touching) stories from my childhood. Who do I share those with? My childhood did have both sides, and mainly I remember the funny stuff with my brother and my friends.

For example, the time my brother wanted to darken his moustache slightly (I'm sure so he's appear older and cooler)...my mother told him to use the eyebrow pencil and just barely rub it on. He was in the bathroom for a long time and when he came out the other things I remember was my mother and I fell to the floor in hysterical laughter. We couldn't breathe, we couldn't speak.... instead of eyebrown pencil he had used mascara. It was SOOOOOOOO funny.

So, where do those stories fall into my memories and my perseption of my chidhood? It's almost like there there's still 2 boxes. One I try to keep all wrapped up tight and on the top shelf of the closet. I have read and inspected every morsel in that box and there is no (or rare) reasons to rehash. But some of the crazy, hilarious stuff...

I feel for whatever reason I have lost my 2 best friends from when I lived in Oklahoma. I miss both of them very much. But I can't drag a horses to water. And I don't like getting rejected.