Thursday, April 13, 2006

I remember


One time when i was about five or six, I was staying at my cousins house. My cousins always have some of the craziest ideas. And this night was no exception. It was the beginning of all our adventures.

The mission: we were to run around the house NAKED with only our pillow cases and maybe our panties too. And whoever did it was deemed cool. Of course it was girls only. I waited until my turn and finally I zoomed around the back yard and then rushed around a corner. It was a beautiful moonlit night. Once I got around the corner I decided to take it at a slower pace. And then....my boy cousing Aaron came rushing around the corner. I grabbed my pillowcase and shrinked as low as I could. I could only look at him and hope he didn't see my full monty (although I don't think it's really considered that for little kids) I think our conversation went like this.

Aaron: what are you doing

Me: Um. we're just playing a game and--you can't play with us. Because I am naked.
(I really don't remember what I said, all I remember is being horrified and then walking back around to the back yard and telling all my cousins that I got caught.)

Now that I look back on that adventure I just hope that there weren't any pedophiles around.

Another event that will forever stay in my mind as one of the craziest and funnest nights ever was when I was at my other cousins house. They lived right off of a highway, and their front yard had a few trees lining the edge closest to the highway. We were closer to our teens at this time and our obsession was mooning. So we would run to the freeway and stand there casually talking (all of our pants were unbuttoned and ready to go at any moment) and finally, when a car would come closer we'd drop our drawers and shake our fanny's long and shaky so the cars would definitely notice. This would happen one person at a time and then we would run giggling through the trees and towards the porch. The highlight of this experience wasn't the full moons, but one time when we came running back, my cousin Darci ran through two trees that apparently had a garden hose stretched between them about the height of her shoulders. I have never seen anyone get clotheslined and this was the funniest thing ever. It picked up her entire body, parallel with the ground, and flung her back to mother earth. This combined with the giggling was too much and we called it a night.

And finally, one time Darci, Sheena, and I decided to stay over at grandpa's farm. And we rented a scary movie that was rated R. URBAN LEGENDS. The funny part of this was every scary part where Darci and Sheena would plug their ears close their eyes and sing at the top of their lungs

"MY BOLOGNA HAS A FIRST NAME, IT'S O-S-C-A-R...."

This made me laugh so much then we all cuddled together and fell asleep.

Wednesday, April 05, 2006

A Fancy Pedicure


I traveled to Tucson last Wednesday to see some MLB Spring Training and of course to get a pedicure. I realize that Tucson is actually one of the ugliest cities that I have ever seen. It really ain't got no alibi. But nevertheless, I did find something I loved there. THE TUCSON SCHOOL OF BEAUTY. I walked in with dirty feet, dirt under my toenails, and calluses, and came out with clean feet and toenails, freshly filed, and painted pink. I felt pretty. More than pretty, I felt pampered and all dolled up. Even though I was wearing a grungy looking shirt with cut off shorts and flip flops.

If you have never felt the joy of sitting on your arse, kicking your feet up to be rubbed, scrubbed, and polished (I couldn't think of another "ubbed" homonym), then you had better make an appointment at the nearest beauty parlor near you. What an incredible experience. I had the incredible taste for the finer things in life. So, accordingly afterwards, I went shopping. OLD NAVY style. What a great trip.

So even though Tucson is ucky, I was lucky and I scored cute pants, and a fancy pedicure.