Ursuline Chick
Rest in Peace 1957-2024
We didn't have a chimney.....It must have been a bugger to get down the chimney![]()


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We didn't have a chimney.....It must have been a bugger to get down the chimney![]()
Its sad its like every kid has been labeled something wrong with them. Some weird ism word thats usually accompanied with a pill of some sort. Back in the day it was just an umbrella term called bad asses. Which I carried around like a trophy (I actually earned)Oh man! My mission in life was to swing so hard & so high that I’d flip over the top. I spent more time training for this than an Olympic athlete.
Having an extreme case of undiagnosed ADHD (it didn’t exist back then. We were called hyperactive & lazy which is a stupid oxymoron, but I digress...) having an extreme case of ADHD I would often get distracted from my Olympic Swing Training & start hyper focusing on trying to see how far I could get that back leg off the ground.
Despite my sketchy dedication I never accomplished tossing the swing set, flipping over the top or getting the leg higher than about a foot off the ground.
I was kind of a scrawny kid tho. As an adult I’m sure I could tip it, if only I could get my butt into the swing.
Santa is magical. He can do many things.It must have been a bugger to get down the chimney![]()
It's hereditary (ADHD) I was a girl so my label was a "Dreamer and lazy". DS (will turn 41 this year) was a bad ass.Its sad its like every kid has been labeled something wrong with them. Some weird ism word thats usually is accompanied with a pill of some sort. Back in the day it was just an umbrella term called bad asses. Which I carried around like a trophy (I actually earned)
I dont know exactly what for but I know my dad did time at Madonna manor and hope haven. (My family is from the westbank) westwego and waggoman specificallyIt's hereditary (ADHD) I was a girl so my label was a "Dreamer and lazy". DS (will turn 41 this year) was a bad ass.
Daddy was sent to the head nun in 2nd grade for something, knowing that he was going to be wacked with a ruler and instead, just walked out the building and never returned to Catholic School.
Did he feed it peanut m&m’s?????? It looks a lot like my squirrel buddy!!
She could never be in DC.......she’d have to stop at Club Muddy first and she’d never make it past INSO GLAD IT WASNT JUST ME THOUGH CAUSE I REALLY THOUGHT SHE WAS IN DC
And wow what the heck!
And I’m done yelling now, I swear. Just had to get that one last one out![]()
I had a feeling you were a SWINGER!Oh man! My mission in life was to swing so hard & so high that I’d flip over the top. I spent more time training for this than an Olympic athlete.
Having an extreme case of undiagnosed ADHD (it didn’t exist back then. We were called hyperactive & lazy which is a stupid oxymoron, but I digress...) having an extreme case of ADHD I would often get distracted from my Olympic Swing Training & start hyper focusing on trying to see how far I could get that back leg off the ground.
Despite my sketchy dedication I never accomplished tossing the swing set, flipping over the top or getting the leg higher than about a foot off the ground.
I was kind of a scrawny kid tho. As an adult I’m sure I could tip it, if only I could get my butt into the swing.
She could never be in DC.......she’d have to stop at Club Muddy first and she’d never make it past IN![]()