The Nineteenth Day…

…your favorite day of the week and why

It used to be Thursday (Cosby Show, A Different World…Must See TV and all that). It also was payday for a bit.

I used to love Wednesdays for the same reason (some kind of television program) …also, it’s the “hump” in the week…the exhale of the week where you finally can see the weekend on the horizon. (I was born on a Wednesday, too)

I’ll just say Saturday.

It was cartoon day as a kid with the line up of my faves: The Smurfs, The Littles, Scooby Doo, Thundercats, Jem!, Alf, Looney Tunes, Tom & Jerry (and Sundays were the day for Courageous Cat and Minute Mouse shorts between The Three Stooges).

..and even though it was also the day we cleaned the house top to bottom…it could ALSO be the day to go out and shop. PRIME time to beg for stuff from mom.

It was the day of the week where I could run OUT of my house and be FREEEEEEE!!!

It was for a time…the night of the week that new movies premiered on Starz! I live for new movie premieres. Don’t forget “Saturday Night Live”…I loved them since the days of Jane Curtain, Gilda Radner, Chevy Chase, John Belushi and Eddie Murphy. (Even though I don’t watch it that much anymore. I normally forget)

Saturday is also the day of the week referenced for my sign (Capricorn)…along with the #8…but, that’s neither here nor there. lol

Saturday or Sabado in Spanish…represent a day for “me time”…even though I know how to turn ANY day into that kind of day. lol

Saturdays are days I get to hang with my sistars. It’s also “Big Breakfast Day” in my house. It’s the one day of the week where I (and sometimes mom) will make a full on breakfast with waffles or pancakes or French Toast with meat (for her) and eggs (for me). Sometimes it’s home fries and ALWAYS coffee! ::swoons for cafe::

Yea…I still love Saturdays.

Saturdays

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. 🙂