Everything Else I Remember

This month was supposed to be all about the memories, then I got distracted by politics and life. So here is a list as long as I can make it before my kids need me or it's time to trick-or-treat. All this because there is a mountain of clean laundry on my bed and I don't like putting it away.

1. My first "real" boyfriend was Sam Rayburn. He had a prosthetic leg. I'm not sure how we became a couple, he played hockey with on of my best friends, Tree, a tom boy girl, and we were all band nerds. So in junior high school there was this thing were you'd take the tab off your can of pop. If you got the whole circle off intact you could give it to a person in exchange for a kiss on the mouth. Sam had a whole freaking bag of these and, much to his disappointment, I would not cooperate. I just had no interest in making out. Holding hands, cuddling, sure, swapping spit, uh, no thanks. I do think I might have kissed him on the cheek during a game of truth or dare once.

2. When I was in 11th or 12th grade I was in a play called Rumors. This was shortly after I had broken up with my (now gay) boyfriend. Greg played my husband and I hated Greg. Greg said things to me like, "Hey, how come I don't see you and [ex] hanging around together anymore" when he knew darn well why. How I hated Greg! And when Mrs. Deihl, the drama teacher, made HIM my husband in the play, I thought for sure I would die. I would bemoan how fat I was and he would roll his eyes and try to convince me I was not fat. He asked me to put his mascara on him and I rolled my eyes and told him if he couldn't figure out how to do it without my help he didn't need it. His character cheated on mine and he danced like a freak. I married that boy and he never dances with me.

3. One I was in Mr. Robertson's dreadful History class. I sat next to my good friend Sherene C. She was sitting in a smaller than normal desk when she dropped her pen on the floor and leaned over to get it. The whole desk fell over with her and she was trapped by the elbow rest thing. The teacher came over and tried to lift the whole desk up, dropped it, and tried again with success. I was her friend, but I couldn't stop laughing. In fact, to this day it makes me laugh.

4. Mr. Robertson put a famous quote or philosophical question on the board everyday and would let us write a response and then discuss it together. I LOVED this activity, but was usually too shy and inarticulate to participate unless called on. The quote of the day was something like "Deep down, most men don't much like themselves" S.P. was a relatively popular, lovely, and smart girl in my class. Then there was this very large obscure fellow called Bill. Mr Robertson called on Bill and Bill basically told us the tortured story of his secret obsession with SP and how she told him his feelings were unrequited. It was awkward and uncomfortable - even the teacher was at a loss. We moved on to the fall of the Roman Empire.

5. Once in Junior High, my very good friend Brittiney suggested we be official Best Friends and I basically told her I wanted to keep my options open.

Five is a good number. I'm bored of this activity, to be honest, so you likely are also. Perhaps what I need to do is come up with a survey asking specific memories. That will go on My Space, with most of the other stupid stuff I do.