and 17 championships!

A few minutes into the 2nd quarter, I told my friend that it was OVER for the Lakers. He didn’t believe me at first. But the Celtic’s lead kept on getting larger. The Lakers looked as though they didn’t know what was going on, on the court. Needless to say, I told him I was going to bed because I already knew what the outcome would be. He stayed up, hoping and praying that the Lakers would come from behind. Ain’t happening, was the last thing I told him before I fell asleep. I woke up to the song, “We Are The Champions”, with one eye opened, I asked him if his Lakers came through….All I could hear was him groaning so I figured that was a NO. I whispered a, “I told you so” and went back to sleep!

Roughing It

A few weeks ago a friend of mine suggested that this summer we take a camping and white water rafting trip. He always told me about how he likes to ‘rough it’ when he goes on these excursions. I’m figuring being that he’s already been in not one, but two wars (Desert Storm & Dubya Bush’s Lie), that this would truly be a ‘roughing it’ experience.
Now, I’ll be the first to say it, but I’m not exactly an outdoorsy type of person. My allergies are a bitch in the Spring and early Summer. I detest mosquitoes, bees, spiders, basically any type of insect. The last time I went camping, I think I was about 11 years old with my grandmother and a couple of her Links friends (yeah, imagine a bunch of bougie, old high society women camping) and even then we had log cabins with running water. Also, the last time I had a ‘great outdoors’ experience was ATV’ing and fishing in West Virginia a few summers ago, the only difference was after all of that, we retreated back to my friends mega-mansion, not some tent or cabin.
So I was tasked with the job of looking into camp sites in the MD/VA/PA area, which I figured would be pretty simple. This time around, despite my outdoorsy issues, I wanted a real camping experience. From pitching the tent, to roasting marshmallows, smelling like Off bug spray, and praying to god a skunk or raccoon doesn’t attack me. I found what I thought would be the perfect spot in Western Maryland. There was no mention of running water, no cabins, no electricity, just plain ole camping. I couldn’t help but to get a little bit excited, but needless to say, it didn’t last long. After I emailed my friend the findings, he called me later on that evening and his first remark went a little like this:

“Hmmmm….I was thinking a little less rustic and a little more warm running water and bathrooms, not out houses”…

*pop*

 

That was the sound of my bubble being busted (I love alliteration). This man wasn’t trying to rough it. He then emailed me his idea of camping. Why did the list of free amenities of this camp site include, FREE FUCKING WIFI, cabins with cable tv & full service kitchens/bathrooms. If I wanted that version of camping, I’d use my Marriott reward points and book a hotel near a white water rafting location, at least I’d come out cheaper if not free accommodations.
He then informed me that he wasn’t planning on taking his BMW 760 into the ‘woods’ to do any camping or lugging any camping supplies around in it. Problem solved, I told him, I have an SUV so we could always use my truck. It’s grey and always dirty…so it’ll blend in perfectly with the woods.
Needless to say, I lost this battle. He made the reservations for our bougie camping excursion. I guess being that there’s free WIFI, I’ll be able to bring my laptop and blog about the whole fake camping experience. I’ll just have to fulfill my roughing it trip later on this summer, once I can find a few fools, I mean friends, who are interested in joining me!

Even Bert & Ernie knew how to rough it!

That Sk8ter Chick

Since I was 12 years old, I’ve had bruise on my knee that doesn’t seem to want to go away. I’ve come to the conclusion that I’ll probably have it for the rest of my life. Every time I look at the scar it definitely brings back the memories of how I got it.

I got my first pair of roller skates when I was 7 years old. They were white with pink pom-poms, and had a picture of Strawberry Shortcake on the sides. I think I practically slept in those skates. No one ever saw me without them. My neighbors would laugh because the only thing they ever saw flying pass them was my huge pony tail in the wind.

 

Eventually skates just didn’t cut it any more. One summer, I think I was about 10 yrs old, I was hanging out with my cousin of the same age, in Brooklyn. Of course I had to bring my skates with me. But that was the day, I realized my roller skates just weren’t enough. My cousin, Timmy, pulled out his skateboard! At that moment, I got roller envy! My skates just wasn’t cutting it any more! I saw bigger & better when I looked at that skateboard!

 

It took me about 2 months of allowance saving before I could buy my own skateboard. Once I got it, no one could tell me anything. I conquered the steps on the porch. I then conquered the hill we lived on. A rail? That wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle. By the time I was 15, I was skating with an all boy crew. Yeah, I was a tomboy and proud of it.

 

A few months ago, my son asked where did I get the scar from on my knee and I told him about my skateboarding past. He couldn’t believe it. He actually thought I was lying until he got my grandmother on the phone. She told him all about my trips to the ER & stitches I received due to my extracurricular activities.

 

It didn’t surprise me to see my son’s Christmas list, listed as #1, was a skateboard! At first I was hesitant, because I didn’t want to spend hours upon hours in the ER like my family did with me. Every time he asked if I got him one, I managed to change the subject.

 

A few days before Christmas, I found myself at Kay-Bee Toy Store. They were having a store-closing sale, so there really wasn’t much to choose from. The only reason I remembered the skateboard my son asked for was because as I was walking down an aisle, I almost tripped over one! Just my clumsy luck. I guess that was my sign that I should get him one.

 

Yesterday, we decided to take the skateboard out for a test run. My neighbors little girl was out with her skateboard as well. My son still wasn’t convinced that I knew how to skateboard, so I had to throw on my sneakers and show him that I meant business. After a few minutes of showing off, he could only stand there with his mouth wide open. As I left him out there with his friend, as I walked away, I could here the little girl say, “Wow, my mommy only knows how to sew!”.

 

Just think, a skateboard has catapulted me into the “Cool Mommy” category!

 

Btw, check out a friend of mine, she goes by the name of Skateboard C! (http://www.myspace.com/crystalsolomon)

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