Monday, October 30, 2006
Class of '91 Reunion Part Two: Who the Fu** Is That?
Tot & Wendy: The first person I ever skipped school with, it was in the sixth or seventh grade and we were totally busted...(be thankful Wendy, I almost scanned in pics from my 5th grade slumber party where we all dressed up in togas made from my mothers floral sheets and you had a bad perm and that contraption you wear across your face and head at night with braces...)
This pic could sum up our entire evening...continuous pee-your-pants laughter
1991: Flash, Jeel, E and Pief
2006: Matt, Jill, Erika and Jennie
Not quite sure what Jill and I were doing here, but it should have been my first indication to stop drinking...open bars at class reunions are not the best idea. (Doesn't it look like I have horns growing out of my head in this pic...it took me a minute to realize it was the persons behind me ears)
This picture cracked me up when I noticed Dean flippin' me off in the background.
What I would have given for Matt to put his tongue on me in high school...I had to wait 15 years.
We really should get together more often guys, I hadn't laughed that hard in a long time. Love you Mark!
This is a picture of a girl that I was stalking with my camera all night asking everyone "Who the fu** is that?"...it should have been another indication that I had too much to drink. All of my old classmates must think I've become a raging alcoholic. After looking at it again though, I still have no idea who the fuck it is.
The TaterTots.
Class of ’91 Reunion Part One: Brown Blazers and Striped Shirts
Thankfully Jeff and I made arrangements to meet up with our old pals E and Mr. E at a local brewery before the reunion was slated to begin. We arrived first and ordered a couple of beers and chips with salsa as we sat uncomfortably on the same side of the booth in anticipation of our cohorts (I always find that odd, when couples share the same side of a booth at restaurants with the other side empty). After about ten minutes the phone rang; E calling to tell me there couldn’t find the place. With some quick directions, my excitement grew knowing we would be running towards each other within in moments; arms in the air, fingers wiggling and that high pitch screech chicks make when they are about to hug (yes…she is the ONLY person I do that with). It was so wonderful to see them again. It’s funny how you can not hang out an old friend for years, but when you do it’s as if you were driving around town drinking swigs from a bottle of Bacardi with Bandits in your mouth only yesterday. (Don’t ask) We laughed our asses off when our embrace finally broke and it dawned on us we were both wearing dark denim jeans paired with brown blazers and heels. Not only that, but as Jeff walked up to join in the merry greetings he and Mr. E were both sporting dark button up collared shirts with pinstripes. I shit you not. We must have both shopped in the “15 Year Class Reunion” section of the store.
Friday, October 27, 2006
The Tot’s Impending Divorce…
They say it’s all in “who” you know. We met the Blahzeeblah’s and Bombadee’s for dinner less than two weeks ago when Mr. Bombadee handed Jeff a business card and told him to call his boss. One of the shop guys was hanging on by a thread and they may be looking to replace him in a hurry. Dan suggested Jeff. Less then a week later Jeff had an interview and was told the job was his if he wanted it. After some schedule rearranging on my part (thanks a million Sparky) and tough benefit negotiations (Jeff is still thanking me for insisting he ask for more days off) our lives are about to be turned upside down. We’ve always said one of the reason’s we been able to maintain the excitement in our marriage is due to the fact that by Saturday we can’t wait to see each other. That theory is about to be put to test. I can’t thank Dan enough for all he’s done, although it could be fun to try ~wink wink~.
So how will things change? We will sit together as a family for dinner five more nights a week. My children’s father will be cheering them on from the sidelines at all of their baseball games. Homework duties and soccer practices will no longer lie solely on my shoulders. If I’m invited to a Pampered Chef party or out for cosmo’s with Bombadee on a Tuesday night, I won’t have to arrange a babysitter. We will begin to battle for the remote control. This will be the last trick-or-treating on Halloween night Jeff doesn’t experience through pictures. I will be going to sleep with the love of my life just inches from my side Monday through Friday. I will have a reason to postpone actually going to sleep Monday through Friday that doesn’t involve the dirty book Bombadee loaned me. I can’t wait!
Can I get a woo-hoo?
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Cheeeeez!
Mrs. Blahzeeblah, photgraphed by SugarLips (10/22/06)
Thursday, October 19, 2006
Class of '91, continued
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Class of '91
I emailed E this morning and told her she has to help me with a few things:
Names. I suck at names, BIG TIME! I guarantee I will have people coming up to me all night exclaiming “PIEF” (my nickname in school) and I will have no friggin’ idea who in the hell they are. Jeff and E will be able to tell by that stupid smile you get on your face when you’re pretending the person in front of you was the coolest person ever and I can’t believe we’ve lost touch…blah, blah, blah.
“So what have you been up to…married…do you have any kids?” How many times will I have to answer this question? I want to put my response in bullet form and print it out on little cards I can hand to people when they ask. “Here you go, this has all of the information you need on it…nice to see you.” Do I have to ask this question of everyone I see too? Will there be a test at the end of the evening? Like I care.
Gossip. It’s already happened, I have reverted into the 15 year old mean girl who giggled in the corner about the nerdy boys and called girls who were prettier than I was slutty. I work with a girl I’ve known since the fifth grade, she is actually the person who talked me into going to this in the first place. (You know who you are…and I know you’re reading this). She and I were emailing back and forth yesterday about what we plan to wear and within 3 reply’s I was already making reference to a girl who was rumored to have serviced a guy through a chain link fence in high school. What the hell?
“Oh my gawd…you two are STILL together?” I’m sure the first few times I will politely smile and say, “yes…still together…can you believe it?” By the 84th time however, my response will probably have morphed into “No, we haven’t seen eachother since prom but when our eyes met in the parking lot we just knew and told our spouses to get lost and had hot monkey sex in the back seat of his car. It’s just like old times again.” Yes, I am happily married to the boy I began dating when I was 16 years old, who took me to my senior prom, who I lost my virginity to for crying out loud. Doesn’t seem all that odd to me, I’m sure lots of people will be at the reunion with the person they lost their virginity to…although I doubt they will be married to them. ~snicker~
I promise to share stories and pictures next week. Wish me luck and let’s hope I don’t make too much of an arse out of myself.
Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Vegas Picture Book: Part Three
Captian Jack and Tot, a fantasy fulfilled
"For I can't help...falling in love with you..."
Lovin' my country roots with Tim McGraw
Just another notch on Mr. Hefner's bed post...but one he'll never forget
Finally, I get to tell George W. what I'd like to in person
Friday, October 06, 2006
Vegas Picture Book: Part Two
Hoochie Mamma attire the girls decided not to wear out...our husbands told us we look like we were paid for
I coudn't stop staring at the bald guys package...oh wait, their both bald...
LaLa meets Dory
My red patent leather sling backs and polka dot dress...ahh Vegas...
Spoiler for next week:
The Tots at Madame Tussauds
Thursday, October 05, 2006
Vegas Picture Book: Part One
Hoover Dam, from the plane
Third trip to Vegas and still no strippers for TaterTot...
Fremont Street Experience
Hot Tub of Tots
Getting in some much needed exercise...
Daily pool time for Bombadee's, PunkyMom's and Tot's...
Bombadee Vow Renewal, Vegas Style
Thank you, thank you very much