Monday, January 04, 2010

The Twinkie Incident...

Granny made Grandpa his lunch to take to work everyday for 30 years. He worked for a major airline maintanence company in Tulsa.
And everyday, she packed in metal lunch pail a sandwich, some kind of fruit, and sorta snack cake.
When I was 10 or so, for some reason, he stopped eatin' the snack cake.


I, being the oldest, always set the rules to all things for me, my little brother and sister, and my stupid cousin.
I made up the yard games so naturally I set the rules....and it was fair for everyone. Really, it was. I can't help it if I was better at it. But my little brother benefited from it too. He never "shined" so he didn't know how good it had been before my stupid cousin was born. He was born 6 months after her.

Whoever found the new litter of kittens got to pick first....seems fair right? 9 outta 10 times it was me. I always picked the biggest or the one that wasn't yellow. We had a lot of yellow cats! So when there was a kitten that was a different color, it was a big deal.
It was not fun to find them half eaten. You do know that a tomcat will eat them if he didn't sire that litter. Tidbit I learned the hard way!

Whoever got up first on Saturday Mornin' was in charge of what cartoons we watched....which was me. I think that is why have always been a mornin' person.

So naturally when it came to the snack cake, whoever got to Grandpa first, got the snack cake! Grandpa thought that was a good idea. Every one of us had a chance to win. As opposed to him just pickin' my stupid cousin every time.
I thought that totally fair becuz my brother had an even shot at it that way.
The race was on!!
They knew just as well as I did what time Grandpa came home.
They knew it was right in the middle of Gilligan's Island.
They could wait on the front step just like I did. I had seen Gilligan's Island 20 times over!! I could afford to sit on the step and beat them.
I can't help it if I got there first.
I never tricked them.
I never held them down.
I never held the door shut.
I didn't have to do that to win.
This went on for about 2 weeks. I got the twinkie!
Well one day, we were all in the house doin' who knows what when we all heard Grandpa's car pull in the driveway.
The race was on!!
I flew out the door and had my hand on the car first. I win!
Just about that time, my stupid cousin came out the door and tripped over her big feet and fell on her face. She got up whinin' and cryin'! "She always wins!"

Guess who got the twinkie that day!!
That stupid awkward pig with flat feet and the lazy eye!!!

I never raced to get the twinkie ever again. I knew right then and there that no matter what I did or how well I did it, StupidCousin would always come first with him.
After I quit, it was an even race between my brother and StupidCousin....some days he won the twinkie and some days even BabySister did.

And now you know about the Twinkie Incident.
Like I said, I have come to terms with all of this crap.
I'm good with me.

5 comments:

♥Georgie♥ said...

OMGosh LMAO....Nadine Hightower!!!! I♥You!

Vicki said...

Great story about your childhood!
I sure remember times like that with my Gramma.

Vicki
(a midlife diva)

Gina (Mannyed) said...

I liked that story. You guys could have got all Survivor on each other and formed alliances. : )

MizAngie said...

I think that's the saddest story. Not at all about a snack cake...

Gina (Mannyed) said...

Angie - Yup, the story definitely isn't about the snack cake, but Nadine tells it really well and I got sucked into it. I could see Nadine racing for it vividly. She was a smart cookie and handled the situation remarkably well for age.