It’s been too long since I’ve added something to this blog, although anyone reading this might think that it has not been long enough! Regardless, I’m writing it. Part of my absence has been due to some health issues that had slowed me way down, issues that I’ve whined about before. Recently though there has […]

So growing up on an uncivilized farm is a bit different then living in a city. My mornings usually began with a nice strong cup of coffee, nobody thought to be a problem and I enjoyed it. I also did not drink water because it came from the village square well which wasn’t always safe […]

Now living in two different towns, during the weekends my Dad would visit us and get my brother and I together. This visit must have been the first time that I realized, that unlike like me, my brother is not wearing a diaper and his pant’s have a zipper.  My brother seems so very happy […]

So, I was no longer in Canada or with my paternal grandmother, I was now enjoying country living at it’s most basic with my maternal grandparents; it was time for me to go feral. Part of becoming a feral child is to stick out your tongue most of the time so you can taste the […]

So a couple months after my brother and I moved in with my paternal grandmother, my father was told that I was killing her. That I was a wild feral child. I think part of it too, was that being under 2 years of age, I was more high maintenance; there were diapers to change, […]

So my Dad packed us up, I suspect with some hesitation thinking that my mother was tricking him into running off to another country with the kids and leaving her behind with one of their biggest assets; the business. She is a smart woman.  I guess it was a different time back then, spouses trusted […]

Just when you thought you had things under control, it all changes on you! My life in Canada only lasted 18 months, then my father decided to move to Portugal. My mother and father owned a small grocery store in Canada that my Mom started and operated. My mother did not want to go back […]

Several months have passed and no photos taken of me. Not sure why? Thought maybe I was being fat shamed, so I took off some poundage around the waist line, did some crunches too. Meantime I learned that Fancy Boy Frank likes to show off by pretending he can read while I’ve developed an addiction […]

In life we sometimes need a little help to achieve our goals, whether it’s from other people or machines. I needed to become more mobile, not just to chase food down, but also to run away from my brother and to act like a pinball bouncing off all the furniture. The downside was the wedgy […]

Being very goal oriented from the moment I was born, I stayed true to my word of maintaining my buttery thighs for maximum cuteness factor. I’d had filled out quite nicely and like Charmin, I had become irresistibly squeezable. This was before today’s  keto diet and all those 9 month old kids with their chiseled […]

So I have to admit that I eventually started to admire my older brother. Despite some of questionable conduct, he could walk, talk, and didn’t soil himself. These were huge obstacles for me at the time. However, I also began to suspect that my brother was himself having doubts about me.  I  was not really […]

It turns out that I had to accept the fact after I came into this world, that some fancy boy that liked to dress up with a bow tie was already taking up space in my home. The attached picture represented the inverse of things to come. I was smaller and without hair while my […]

Back in the 60’s there were no ultrasounds, so no pics of me in the womb. Not sure how many months old I was here, but this is the youngest photo I have of myself. I don’t know if I’m nude or wearing a diaper there, so this photo was not cropped to prevent you […]