Karma's a bitch ,baby.

It's Mothers day here in the UK!



Which explains why I woke up yesterday thinking about me dear ole mum.






Let's take a trip down memory lane ,shall we.

Picture it, around 1972, Palmdale, California. My mom had rented a house there and was getting ready to marry hubby number 3. This particular hubby was Dr.Skanlon, The OB-GYN who had delivered my brother and I, years earlier. (I have no idea how THAT happened. My OB doc is usually someone I never want to lay eyes on)

The house we rented had a playhouse in the backyard, left by some former tenant. All the back yards were separated by concrete block fences. On this Saturday my cousin John and his dad Floyd had come over. John, my sister, Soul and I were playing in the backyard. John was a year older than me but a huge, tall kid. Him and I were walking on the top of the concrete wall .John jumped from the wall onto the roof of the playhouse and crashed right though the roof, (possibly made of chipboard) landing inside on the floor. Probably with the intention of laughing at him, I climbed onto the roof, stared down through the gaping hole and promptly fell in, myself.

As soon as I landed I knew that I had just broken my arm. I began wailing and shrieking .Ran into the house and told my mom " I just broke my arm."

My mother replied “Oh you did no such thing."

I KNEW it was broken and she just thought I was being a drama queen.

As she tried to get me to quit bawling, I flung myself down on my bed and my arm turned around backwards. My mother still refused to believe my arm was broken.

I kept crying and pretty soon Mom, Floyd, John, Soul and I all loaded into the car. We were supposed to be going out to eat.

We drove to some bar-b -q restaurant and I was left in the car bawling, with my broken arm while everyone went inside and ate.

Disgusted that I was still crying, when they came out, I was finally taken to the Emergency room.
My arm was broken in two places.

My mother was none too happy.

It had been planned that Soul and I were to go with her to her wedding, in Vegas,

Thanks to my broken arm, we were instead left out in the sticks with our great, great aunt Etta.(Johns grandma)

While mom was off getting married in Vegas, my arm broke out in bumps. I thought I was allergic to the sling I was wearing. Once my allergy had spread to Souls face it was apparent that we had chicken pox.

Soon after the honeymoon, it was discovered that Dr. Skanlon had negelected to divorce his former wife.



Karmas a bitch baby!




Happy Mothers day peeps!