Yet Another 3 Day Weekend Coming Up

Happy, happy, joy, joy, happy, happy joy joy joy! ***That old Ren & Stimpy song***

That’s what I feel like when we get a three day weekend. This is the 3rd in 6 weeks and really it has gotten to the point where I think at the office (or any other work place that has Saturday and Sunday off) everyone would be saying “Can we have 3 day weekends all the time please?”

Sure a lot of you guys may like to party all the three days but I plan to be indoors and in my room for 2 of them while I take advantage of a Saturday in between to go out and do a little shopping and then get some pizza and oh I dunno, maybe a beer. But yes the possibilities seem to be interesting. However I don’t go too crazy with my days off and curling in bed with a few movies I can watch at my leisure sure sounds the best way to enjoy some time off when you get to be my age.

So yeah, some going out and a lot of relaxation. That’s what’s in store for me this 26th to 28th!

Earliest Memories

What is your earliest memory?

I can remember a couple – one might be at 3 years old or so. I am not sure exactly what happened but I think that I was playing with some other kids in the apartment building that we lived in back in Kuwait and I must have fallen down the steps or something and cut my head. I know I was bleeding and probably crying a lot and the memory I have is of me crying and falling asleep on my dad’s shoulder and he carried me and I had a Kitkat bar in my hand.

I will always keep the Kitkat as a chocolate bar of my kiddie days due to this memory but it’s not something that I feel is absolutely correct as I can see the scene as if I were watching it from an outsider’s point of view. Although, I could have been looking back at me and my dad through a mirror but I doubt it. It’s probably my recollection is slightly suspect because hey I was 3 and I am now 41.

Something that is more lucid is what I normally would say is my earliest memory and I remember it well. I was a small kid and walked into the kitchen of the little apartment where we lived. My mom was cooking dinner and I had come in specifically to ask her a question “Mummy, how old am I?” She replied that I was about to turn 4 years old!! And so my earliest clear (as crystal) memory is at the age of 4, asking my mom how old I was.

Prompt from 31 Days of January Writing Prompts at The SitsGirls