When my oldest brother was a middle school teacher, his students used to tease him about “Mr. Lewis’s Happy Memory of the Day” – the point in each class when my brother would go “You know, when I was a kid….”
Along those lines, please enjoy these two true yet random and completely unrelated stories about me, as I kill some time between meetings.
Did you know I was born in Texas? I was! Lived there until I was 5, at which point we moved to Minnesota, and, I have to say, if at any point in your childhood years you have the opportunity to move to Minnesota to complete your upbringing, I highly suggested you take it. Growing up in Minnesota was awesome; I have seriously entertained thoughts of moving back just so I can send any potential children to my old school. Rock on, Minnesota.
Anyway, what? Right, so: born in Texas, moved to Minnesota. Thanks to some very formative years in Texas, I was a bleach blond 5 year old with gold high heeled sandals, a bikini ( five years old, y’all) and a sharp Texas twang. My first few months at my new school in Minnesota, I took a vocabulary test, and I got the definition of “To Fix” incorrect; I had answered: “To Get Ready To Do Something”
You know: Fixin’ to get some dinner. Fixin’ to go across the street. Fixin’. To get ready to do something. Obviously.
Me: “Look, I didn’t FORGET about our anniversary; I just didn’t realize this Tuesday was the 31st”
Mike: “Our anniversary is the 30th”