Remembering 50

My parents agree on the story of my arrival.  They mistakenly went in the back door of the hospital, the elevator was broken and my dad said, "oh well, you can do it Liz" and they walked up a few flights of stairs.  They called my dad when I arrived and this is where things go sideways.  My mom says he went back to bed and came later in the day.  My dad says he came right over.  This is a common man versus woman memory if you ask me.

My dad says my arrival meant that his television room got changed into a nursery.  My mom remembers taking me for walks always with a white bonnet and polished shoes.  I was an easy going child and trembled at just the threat, "assume the position", meaning bend over for a spanking.   They said that I always excelled in writing, tended to jump to conclusions, was not interested in domestic duties including cooking, and I was always bossy.

My name is really Elisabeth.  My mom wanted to call me Lisa but it wasn't a saints name.  In elementary school, I was a little confused briefly between 1's and I's, so I referred to myself as L1sa.  In middle school, I joined the girls changing y's to i's and vice versa and settled on Lysa. 

I'm working on a new bucket list now that I have entered into a different decade of my life.  Having a great 50th birthday is one I guess I can check off.  I am very appreciative of my family and friends and life.  Join me in living a life of no regrets.  I know it's a cheesy saying, but just seems to fit my mood today.