I love all of my followers and appreciate all of your comments. I try to read you all each day. However, at work, we have dinosaur computers that don't like when I open some of your blogs. Some make my 'puter crash. When I get home at night, I try to get caught up with as many of you as I can. Please understand sometimes that is nearly impossible, since all of you rock!
For my new followers I just don't want anyone to think I am the type of person to post and post and never comment. For my faithfuls, I appreciate your understanding and just know I try!
Now that I am 29g and can do as I damn well please (though she heard that when I was 16, 17 and 18) I thought it's time to get some things off of my chest. She is a regular read of my blog and now that she can't ground me or punish me in any way I figure what the hell. Some of these things she may already know and just never let on that she knew. I love you Mom!
Lets see.. where to start..
When I was 2 I took my diaper off and.... oh wait you were there for that ok fine... we shall jump in the time machine and go to about 16
In 10th grade, we had a cool Business Math teacher.. all he asked is that we stuck our head in the door to check in. If he had a test.. we had to stay.. if not.. would could stay or go.. but if we went and got caught wandering the campus.. he would deny ever seeing us. Needless to say, I never went to that class, but I got a passing grade. Maybe that's why I suck at handling money now.
I would regularly sneak out of the window with a boyfriend (Chris) and go to parties. I was always scared shitless because I just KNEW that dad would hear us sneaking back in at 5:30AM when he was getting up. Luckily for me, he never did.
I used to take your $1 bills you were saving for a radio contest.. thanks to me.. you never won $5000 or whatever the prize was for having the matching serial numbers.. I'm sorry. Really I feel bad.
I really WAS drunk when I wrecked my first car.
I had come back from a birthday party. I sobered right up as soon as I hit whatever I hit. Work was hell that next day. Luckily it was a Sunday and we were dead. The cool managers were there and let me lay on the break room table until they ABSOLUTELY needed me. That day DID scare me. I know know when I am too drunk to drive and will NOT. At least I learned from THAT stupid mistake.
I got served my first drink in a bowling alley. I bet my cousin, yes same cousin I always get in trouble with (my idea, not hers) that I would get served. I went up to the bar and said "Long Island Iced Tea please" Bartender never carded me. It was the nastiest drink ever.. but we drank it!
On to 17...
Remember when I "spent the night at a friends house" and called you from a pay phone at 7:30 in the morning with some bullshit story that friends mom went into labor and dropped me off at the gas station? Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaah the thing is.. The night before, I got a ride to a party in the woods that got busted by the cops. I ran with a friend all night through some woods, slept in a couple of front yards before I called you. THAT'S why I was all dirty.. not because friend and I were wrestling outside.
Cousin and I didn't go see "Misery" that night. We went to *Church Street Station in Orlando (now that we knew where it was) and hung out there all night. Her idea.. not mine. *Church Street Station was a happenin place back then, arcades, bars, shows on the street, vendors, restaurants.. lots of fun.
I was drunk the night Chris and Jeff brought me into the house and they told you "I wasn't feeling well" as the pulled the covers all the way up to my nose so you couldn't smell my breath. I had passed out on Jeff's front lawn, threw up in Chris' car before they decided I couldn't hang with them anymore
Ok.. that's all for now. I feel much better having got that off of my chest. Though I am sure that at some level you didn't want to believe any of this of your baby girl, I am glad you never let on or grounded me for it.
Fear not.. Mother's curse works. I have "The Boy" as payback from you.