![[10] Baby, you *can't* drive my car](https://www.lailaigirl.com/blahg/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/datsun79b210cc067-004-1-150x150.jpg)
[10] Baby, you *can’t* drive my car
During one of my mad rushes to get in and out of the mall parking lot during the holidays, I was backing out of my parking space and didn’t see that anything was wrong. When I looked at my dash, a red light caught my attention. “Parking Brake On.” Oopsie! I’m no car expert (obviously) […]
![[9] On the joys of being the baby](https://www.lailaigirl.com/blahg/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/AllyBoy-105x150.jpg)
[9] On the joys of being the baby
Sometimes I wonder if my siblings actually enjoyed having someone new to torture, er, I mean, play with. The age difference sure helped. They seemed to enjoy making me feel bad and upset. They’d draw a picture of a pig with a curly tail and it would have my name written across its body. They’d […]
![[8] Blame it on the rain (yeah, yeah)](https://www.lailaigirl.com/blahg/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/Rainbow-150x150.jpg)
[8] Blame it on the rain (yeah, yeah)
My guest appearance on the PGPeepcast mixed with the rare wet weather in Southern California was the perfect recipe for the topic of this entry — pissing my pants.It was a dark and stormy school day. I was in fifth grade — Mrs. Molina’s class. She usually read some story to us. I remember her reading “Homeward […]
![[7] Candy corn -- My favorite vegetable](https://www.lailaigirl.com/blahg/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/PA240467-150x150.jpg)
[7] Candy corn — My favorite vegetable
Today’s blog will honor this great make-your-teeth-hurt “holiday.” I never had a Halloween costume of my own. The one I wore for a few consecutive years when I was a child — Raggedy Ann with mask and apron-style dress — was a hand-me-down, naturally. My sister used to take me trick-or-treating. I remember the excitement […]
[6] It’s electrifying!
My middle name is not “Stupid,” but it should be. One of my other backyard adventures involved finding this rusted thing in the dirt. It looked like something out of a manicure set or something. It had one pointy edge, but it wasn’t sharp. Anyway, what does the 4 or 5-year old me do? Stick […]
[5] Feel and smell — Kodak never captured this moment
The earliest childhood memory I have is based on a photograph. I’m about 2 or 3, and at this time, my family and I were still living in Japan. I’m by a tree and reaching down to touch a cat. But I didn’t just touch the cat. I pinched it. The memory is kind of […]
[4] Mom — The Omniscient
Move over Santa Claus. My mom has eyes in the back of her head. I swear to it. She knows everything. Sees everything. Hears everything. I learned this early on, when I was about 9 or 10. When I was growing up and playing with friends, there was this “rule” that I couldn’t/shouldn’t go inside […]
[3] When Dad’s away, the kids will horseplay
Like a lot of the kids I grew up with in San Diego, my dad was in the US Navy. What did this mean? For one, my dad would sometimes go overseas for months at a time. For me, that meant my siblings and I (especially my sister and me) could fight like “cats and […]
[2] Oh brother
While my sister caused some psychological pain, my brother fulfilled the physical pain and overall annoyance.Actually, sometimes they’d double team me by forcing the “deadly tickle” (one pinned me down and the other tickled away) or swinging me onto the bed (one had my hands and the other had my feet). Good times indeed. Since […]
[1] Scarred for life. Thanks sis!
Things my has sister taught me: 1. Since I’m the youngest, I’ll be all alone because everyone else will be DEAD before me. She sang a song in a somber voice that goes something like, “No more [insert name]. The flowers are for you.” 2. The Tooth Fairy and my sister not only write the […]
