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Friday, May 20, 2011

I Was a Weird Kid

That probably will come as a huge surprise to most of you--since I'm by no means weird at all now.

We lived 24 miles from town.  Farmer/Rancher type people work alot so there really wasn't much daily interaction with other kids my own age.  My best friends were furry,  lived in books or were imaginary.  If you've forgotten about my best, most true and faithful (and imaginary) friend, Joann, you can read about her here.

So anyway, I pretty much lived in a fantasy world.  Read on to discover where literature will get you.

Because of my voracious reading and the sometime lack of age appropriate reading materials, I had a large vocabulary that was pretty raw and ready.  I went around calling my sister and brother "queer" as in weird one day.  My mom kept telling me to stop because it wasn't nice but would not explain what 'wasn't nice' about it.  She did that a lot, come to think of it.  It must be a mother thing 'cause Les told me that he and his brother said "Grand Prix" just like it is spelled and his mom didn't like it and wouldn't tell them why either!

So anyway back to me cause that's who this post is about--my weirdness.

A friend gave me a box of lovely scented floral note paper in grade school.  I didn't want to use it cause it was "too dear."  There were alot of Zane Grey and other dusty, yellow paged books that were around the house so perhaps this is where my frontier terminology came from.

I had a white linen pantsuit in 8th grade.  Why?  Because I read in some Harlequin Romance about some oil magnate buying one for his mousy secretary and it made her instantly beautiful and glamorous and his fianc√©e  Sadly, it didn't work for me.

Did you read Harlequins?  My best friend and I did.  In fact that's what we did when we were together.  My favorites were set in Greece and everything ended with opolis.  My next favorite kind were set in the British Isles.  People (wealthy, self-made millionaires) drove Range Rovers and had rustic country houses and ate grilled tomatoes and steak for supper.  And it was perpetually rainy.  And the secretary was always a wimpy orphaned waif who needed a big, strong and virile man to take care of her.  (I had no idea what virile was)  And then he bought her some clothes and she became a spitfire.  With occasional bouts of weepiness...

Man I loved those books.  Now they are all about babies and magic and the "S" word.  And I don't mean sleep.

 

4 comments:

Marilyn said...

What is the "S" word and what does it mean. I am the grandma now and don't keep up with everything. LOL.

Crazy Sister said...

I wish the guys in Harlequins and Mills & Boon weren't always rich. It's irritating.

I like Silhouettes better! Mostly, what I love is just one totally fantastic terrible situation. I remember one where the guy was stuck on a roof without a ladder in a storm and the chick was on the ground blackmailing him into promising something, or else she wouldn't help him... so funny!

With the 's' bits, you just gotta skip ahead to the next set of quotation marks, so you know they're finished throbbing and heaving and the snappy dialogue has started again.

Andi said...

Crazy Sister is so right! Only sometimes now you have to skip multiple pages to get there!

I still love historicals set in Scotland. And I agree about the insane wealth...Although that's part of the fantasy: Lonely, poor girl with no prospects or way out of her mess meets super virile rich man who doesn't know she was all he ever really needed...

I totally need to go find an old Harlequin today.

Paula said...

Don't forget the man was always 12-15 years older than the innocent, helpless, waif of a woman. I think about that now and think HMMMMMMMM. I wrote a book report on a Harlequin in Mrs. Armor's class and she wasn't going to accept it, but then I told her a lot of facts about Greece and she accepted it BUT she would only take one report from that category. She said that if you read one, you had read them all.

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