Thursday, May 22, 2008
Congrats David Cook, Happy Birthday Dad and a Creepy Meme!
First of all - Our hometown boy from Blue Springs Missouri is an American Idol!! Congratulations David Cook - you truly deserve it!
Second - Happy Birthday Dad! Have a wonderful day!
Third - my friend Katrina at Callapidder Days posted a creepy little meme on her blog, so I thought I would follow along because I too tend
I get the heebie jeebies by these five little things...
- Balloons that are being touched and "squeaked" over and over by children. And that balloon guy who so patiently makes statues of liberty hats and dog ears for children at parties and kids-eat-free nights at restaurants? Get thee away from me... you do an incredible job, but the squeaking of the balloons - especially in the car - nearly drives me to drink.
- Styrofoam - I too can't stand the sound that Styrofoam cups make. Which is truly strange since I only adore drinking my daily diet coke from a giguantous Styrofoam cup from Sonic or any place that offers them. But please don't squeak it while you are drinking from it - that is very creepy.
- I have a "barfing phobia" - there - I said it. Anybody, including my son whom I love more than anything else in the work, will totally creep me out if they start barfing. There was a night several years ago where my husband was out of town, and Perry spent the night with the stomach flu. I cleaned it up more than once that night, and then called my mom the next morning telling her all about my terrible night. And knowing full well about my phobia, what were her exact words... "Oh, Lori - I'm so proud of you. You're now a real mother." Who knew it would take me living through a barfing child to earn the full respect and title of mother!
- Ski lifts. I used to love to ski, but all of a sudden one year I developed a great anxiety on a ski lift, and I can no longer think of getting back on one. I even got creeped out on the fun ride at Epcot called Soarin'. We weren't even up but about 3 feet off the ground, but I felt as if I was lifted up over the mountains and canyons, and I had to look away. In fact, even when I watch people get on ski lifts on TV or movies, my hands immediately start sweating.
- Potato salad - especially if it's the creamy, mushy kind and is served outside at a potluck. It looks disgusting and I can't even stand to eat it.
Labels: meme; fun
Thursday, May 17, 2007
7 Random Facts About My High School Years (circa 1981)
Floating around bloggy land right now is a meme - 7 weird things, 7 random things, 7 Any Things... you get the picture. And on my birthday, I gave you 43 Things about Me. Again - probably more than you would ever want to know.
But since I'm all about the following and doing what everyone else is doing, I thought I would try this meme - with a twist.
Here I give you 7 Things About Me - The High School Edition.
But since I'm all about the following and doing what everyone else is doing, I thought I would try this meme - with a twist.
Here I give you 7 Things About Me - The High School Edition.
- I was in a car wreck just a couple weeks after I graduated from high school. I was in the passenger seat and the drunk driver drove his car into my side. I was taken to the emergency room in an ambulance, spent 3 days in ICU and the following 4 days in a hospital room. I suffered a concussion and skull fracture and had several stitches sewn in where my head hit the windshield. I don't remember the wreck, the ambulance ride, my foul language in the emergency room (as I was told by my parents!), as well as the week that I spent in the hospital. All I can honestly remember is coming home. From the entire week, that is all I can remember. I do believe that was a gift from God.
- I have 3 best friends from high school that I still get together with at least a couple times a year, sometimes even more. We talk and talk and talk - just as if we were back in high school.
Our Graduation Party - Laurie, Melissa, Me and Teresa
- The four of us girls tried out for our senior musical - Bye Bye Birdie - and we all were in it together. It was an incredible ending to our senior year.
- My first date EVER was when I was a senior in high school. I didn't turn 16 until the end of my junior year, and my parents said I couldn't date until I was 16. My first date came early in my senior year of high school, just a few months after I turned 16. It was with a guy named Brad who drove a very nice Camaro. Unfortunately, that's about all that was memorable about Brad. He had a very nice car. He took me to the Homecoming dance. And he also took me to Ponderosa for our homecoming dinner. And he didn't buy me a corsage. I seriously think I was his first date ever also. Did I mention that he drove a very nice car for a senior in high school?
- I was not asked to my senior prom. I don't know why. Neither were some of my best friends. So we just spent the evening together talking about how glad we were not to have to go to the prom. I'm sure at the time we really weren't, and would have given anything to go to the prom. But we didn't. And I am none the worse for it. I really don't feel like I missed anything. Especially seeing all the girls who go to the prom now and invest ginormous amounts of money on their dress, hair, nails, tan, and a limo for the perfect evening. I never feel bad about not going to the prom. My perfect evening was our wedding - and that's what it's really all about.
- My best friend Laurie and I would go cruising every. single. Friday night. Without fail. And we would drive by our pretend boyfriends' houses every. single. Friday night. And what chance was it that our "boyfriends" only lived 2 streets away from each other. We would cruise down one, and then 2 streets down, cruise down the other. Then we would head out to the main drag which was just 2 streets down from there. On a tank of gas back then, we could literally get in a lot of cruising on a Friday night.
- When we had some good friends over after one of our kid's baseball games last weekend, we got to talking about playing sports as children. I never played any sports as a child or teenager in high school. Nothing. Zilch. Nada. And they also talked about how if your ring finger is longer than your index finger, it means that you are athletic. My ring finger is much longer than my index finger. Do you think I am athletic and missed out? Would I have been able to letter in tennis in high school, and didn't even know it? Or is that a myth? Could I have been the next Maria Sharapova. (Ummm probably not.)
Hope to see you do some cruisin' down the ole' memory lane. And if you do, don't forget to stop at the light and wave to me (or leave me a comment).
Labels: meme; fun
