1st entry

Had a great breakfast with a new friend. Ahhh, so refreshing. What a great chat. You know who you are.

"Clueless to Clarity" is how i would describe, in five words or less, life. Hold on. It's quite a ride.

Gee, my first recollection of how rotten "big brothers" can be was at an early age. Let's see. I was maybe six years old. My brother was about 8. He had a knack for "negotiating" the "clueless at heart" (me) to do the dumbest things.

We both had tricycles that we absolutely loved to ride. Well, one day his bike broke. I don't remember exactly what the deal was with his bike, but something was wrong with his front wheel that made it unridable (is that a word?). Anyway, he convinced me (clueless) to let him take the front wheel off my bike so he could put it on his bike. (He assured me that if it didn't fit, he would simply reassemble my bike.) Hahahahahahahahah. Are you kidding me? Apparently I agreed to it. (Sooooo needy !!!) .
So be it. There it was. My beautiful little bike. Stranded, limping on two backwheels, totally unusable. But, I could take satisfaction that my brother's bike would now become functional and that's all that was important. (Right?) hahahahaha. What's wrong with me !!!!!!!!!!!

Hmm, look at that. Hello ! My front wheel was about three sizes too small. Bummer. So being as my wheel wouldn't fit on his bike, he could just put it back onto my little tricycle, right? WRONG !!!! What a little turd he was. (Disappointment at an early age, haha)

So there you have it. A sad, cute, sweet, most special little princess ( me of course) bullied and manipulated by big bad brother, who seemed to take some kind of satisfaction that now I didn't have a functional bike either. What a little rat was he.

Stay tuned. More to come.