How Do You Like it Now????

I've said it before and I'll say it again, I grew up in Tsawwassen and no, I didn't work at the Ferries. However, I did work at the Waterslides & I don't think I'll ever take my children to them. I'll save why for another slanderous post as I'm not in the mood to get sued today.

However, because I grew up so far away from the rest of my entire family (Alberta) my parents didn't have the luxury of leaving the children w/ grandma when they wanted to go on a vacation of sorts. No, we hired help! In order, we had Mrs. Laird, Mrs. Hairy-mole, Mrs. Plintz and then a plethora of family friends' daughters stay with me when I got a bit older & were more there to ensure I didn't burn the house down.

Mrs. Laird was lovely. I liked her. Mrs. Plintz was actually our German cleaning lady & I had known her my entire life. She was a large buxom, sometimes weird, German Lady but was familiar. Of course I liked the family friends as they were not too terribly much older then me and it was "cool" to not have a guardian around. Corrine was a bit mothering but she's a bit of a beanpole stick in the mud. Nancy was awesome. Really easy to talk to, easy going & I could come and go as needed. Mark, my older brother, did visit the house one time & got into it w/ me about not bringing the garbage cans back in... and she backed me up. (Brothers!!!!!) I loved Anne! Anne was cool. She was an actress and had just come back from spending time in LA. She was dating Chip from that Chip n Pepper clothing line. Ya, those ugly van style shoes we wore? Apparently if you picture the nelson twins, you got these guys (think tall, tanned, long blonde haired surfers) Anyways, she would tell me about the parties she was at with the likes of Guns n Roses, who she met the last week and the crazy stunts her & her boyfriend did. I thought it was awesome as I was only 16/17 and to once again..... lived in Tsawwassen. She not only let me throw parties but was a great wing woman.

Which leaves only one person in the mix I never cared for: Mrs. Hairy-mole. I can't remember her name for the life of me as I had a substitute teacher at the same time named Mrs. Frederickson & you'd swear they were sisters.

I'm guessing I was about 8 as we had Mumford back then (Wired Haired Fox Terrier). He was a little hyper as that breed was but he was still in his puppy years so just up the excitement about 10 fold.

At 8, I still embraced most people as children do. I was excited that I had this new person staying my house. So the first morning, my parents were away, I burst into her bedroom to greet her day with the dog in tow. Mumford automatically jumps onto the bed & begins licking her face and I'm squealing with excitement (I too was still in my puppy years... k, I still squeal but I'll be damned if you hear me do that first thing in the morning). This was the wrong thing to do.

Not only did I piss IT off but I had to hear over & over on the phone that day "ohhhh! and the dog attacked me!" It was all over me barking... So terrible" bla bla bla ...

The next morning at the crack of dawn, my door bursts open, lights flash on & my comforter is ripped away from me. My eyes whip open & there is Mrs. Hairy-mole standing over my bed screaming "How do you like it now???"

Ya, awesome, you just schooled an 8 year old. The only pleasant site of that morning was Mumford wagging his tail.

Needless to say those were the longest 2 weeks of my life to only be eclipsed by another nannying stint she did a year later while my parents travelled Asia.

Fine... if this is the worst that happened to me, then it's not so bad. So I don't trust strangers & hate the smell of moth balls but who doesn't? These memories had been in the depths of my brain for a long time to only come out not too long ago.

I went to my cousins wedding in Calgary 2 September Long weekends ago on the Gillespie side so my Father was also there. After many glasses of wine, the story of Mrs. Hairy-mole comes out.

Did I mention I wasn't coddled? ya, not so much. The hugging thing my dad is doing now is new & weird (I got the squeeze release at Christmas) ... his only concern about Mrs Hairy-mole was & I quote: "Well, you deserved it then if you were too stupid to not tell us".

Right..... it's my fault. I forgot.