I remember Saturdays.
My dad used to watch Saturday morning cartoons with me. Warner Bros...you know? Bugs, Daffy, Wile. E. Coyote, etc? Yea, those. He watched the Smurfs with me, Thundercats, Voltron, The Littles...the entire weekend was a dedication to whatever toons were playing. I'm not sure if the aforementioned toons all DID indeed air on Saturdays, but I watched most of them with dad. He even ended up liking Alf once it was "cartoonized" lol.
I got a little older and outgrew the toon-watching...so in comes mom. Saturdays were cleaning days or shopping days. Get up butt ass early and either start sweeping, mopping, dusting, and laundry. OR...let's get it at the mall or the outlet in Danbury, CT or NJ. If you snoozed, you lost...because plenty of Saturdays I woke up to an empty house or to the sound of them getting in around noon with bags and my sister smiling because she had enough sense to rise and shine...
By the time the shopping ended...it could be time for a little fish fry. At least 2-3 Saturdays a month my grandmother, mother, aunt and selected cousins and friends gathered, albeit small...to fry fish, shrimp, scallops, fries, bake cornbread and eat my mom's homemade coleslaw (which is the only kind I'll eat to this day). Laughing, talking loudly and us kids doing something in the back like playing Pokeno, Bingo or cards was the norm.
Somehow, the Saturdays got tamer. Mom's scratch pancakes (sometimes with apples, bananas or blueberries thrown in) with salmon cakes (or crabby patties, lol) was the normal breakfast fare. Later that evening we might do a small fishfry with just myself, her boyfriend and my sister...but nonetheless...it was expected and anticipated highly.
Nowadays, the crew has scattered. Today...I made pumpkin pancakes and maple bacon for my mother...but normally, something keeps us from congregating. Whether it's mom's preacher's class, or sis' nursing clinics...or just life. Either way...no matter what I'm doing...Saturdays are STILL my favorite day of the week. Just on GP. :)
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whoot whoot for saturdays. i remember the chores, the early ass mornings, now my mom knows better than to wake me up before noon.
.kisses.
How I miss the old Saturday mornings :-(.
@.kisser.~ lmao @ you and mom
@CG~ Yea, I do too... *snifflin* lol
just readin ya blog is making me hungry...i miss childhood perios shoot
Lol...sorry to make you hongreeeee. I miss childhood too. Sometimes I wonder if I was ever really a child.
I miss Saturday morning cartoon and the schoolhouse rock....
Yeaaa, I used to love those songs. :)
Memories..the only cartoons I remember watching are The Smurfs, He-MAN and the girl version of He. I watched way too much TV when I was little. I guess that is why I can't take it now. My mother did everything so our Saturday mornings were freestyle...lol
I'm not shocked your moms did everything...I can tell you're a little spoiled. LOL
Heyyyy! what chu talkin bout kiwi?? LOL
Stop playing girl...you know your mom got you spoiled! Do I need to hit her up on FB? lmao
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