My goofy and strange events in my life and some not so goofy and strange. It's my life and I'm proud of it. I have no kids and don't want them. But I do love my nieces, nephews and cousins like crazy and have fun with them. I have no regrets and I'm not perfect. I am who I am and will not apologize for it. So come and enjoy my silliness and rants. Sometimes my brain works overtime and I forget everything I learned about grammar.
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Thursday, May 25, 2017
Not always the brightest as a teenager
Ok so Bertha and I weren’t always the smartest when we
would go out. For the record Bertha
isn’t her real name. We had gone out for
pizza after one of my cousin’s football games that she was cheering for and we
had met a few boys our age. Mind you we
were only 14 at the time and didn’t want to use our real names. Not sure why but she gave Bertha as her name
and her real phone number. So when the
boy called and asked for her, her brother was like what the heck. Well it came out it was us and he was like
really you give a fake name and your real number. Needless to say he wasn’t happy and of course
was being the overprotective big brother.
So as the years went by we got smarter and used fake numbers for those
guys we really weren’t interested in. Of
course then pagers came out and we just gave out pager numbers and decided
based on the number who we’d call back.
A few years later Bertha, Mavis (Bertha’s sister), and I
took one of our road trips to Lake Geneva, WI.
Back then I was scared to death to drive on the highway. So Bertha drove on the highway and for some
reason Mavis picked up some of the driving too.
On this particular trip, Bertha was speeding down a country road in
Wisconsin and got pulled over. Now I
cannot remember how fast she was going but we were young and Mavis was pregnant
so we didn’t question it too much. I
paid the ticket since I was the only one with a credit card and we didn’t want
to go back up for a court date. We go
about our business visiting our male friends up there. Ok they were just boys we became friends with
after all of our trips up there. We
drive back down to Illinois and get about 10 minutes from home and go through
an intersection we have gone through hundreds of times before. Within in seconds the blue and red lights are
going off behind us. So there we are shaking
our heads. Low and behold the intersection
we just went though had gotten a stop sign.
So Mavis gets a ticket for running a stop sign. To this day, some 26 years later, I never
live down the fact that I didn’t get a ticket that night too. I always point that I was the good one that
night and didn’t get one. Then they both
say in unison well you didn’t drive. My
response was well it was my car we took.
Needless to say this is some of the stuff we still get crap
for from their mom. After 34 years of
friendship we a lot of stories and mishaps that we are brought up. But that’s for another time.