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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Monday, May 15, 2017
Toilet paper and the middle school
I had my fair share of fun that didn’t get me in
trouble. But it could have. Like when I was a freshman in high school my
3 friends and I one September Saturday night decided to toilet paper the middle
school we went to. Now I am the only one
who didn’t live 1 block away from the school, but Bertha, Brunhilda, and Ernestina
all did. Now we were staying at
Brunhilda’s house since we always hung out in the family room when we were at
her house. It also helped there was a
sliding glass door that led outside. It
was always easy to get out of that house it seemed. Her mom and stepfather were either on the
floor above us or in bed 2 floors above us.
So there we were, 4 girls toilet papering the front of the school. No one said we were the brightest. We were 14 years old for Pete’s sake and it
was 1985. We were probably high on
hairspray. I turn around and see a cop
car coming down the street. I yell cop
and 3 of us duck behind the bushes and there’s Brunhilda standing smack dab in
a light going Huh?!?!?! She then falls
to the ground. The cop passes and we
take off running into the 3-hole golf course that surrounds the school. We run through it and make it back to
Brunhilda’s house. We go about out night
talking about boys and doing makeup. The
rest of the weekend goes on without anyone saying anything. My brother comes home from school on Monday and
was all excited because someone toilet papered.
He’s going on and on at dinner.
Later that night I pulled him aside and told him that it Bertha, Brunhilda, Ernestina,
and I that did it.
A few years later my brother egged a rival high school and
took off running and broke his elbow. I don’t
think he listened to my entire toilet paper story because we didn’t break