I was working on my "About Me" section because I came home from work all stressy and in a self indulgent sort of mood.
These were some of them:
83. My favorite birthday was when I turned 7 years old.
84. I felt like such a big girl when my mom gave me a little blue purse with a red flower embroidered on it.
85. On my 13th birthday I lied to my mother so that I could go to an L.A. Guns/Ratt concert at Irvine Meadows Amphitheatre.
86. I ran out of the house and left about fifteen of my friends with my parents because I didn't want to miss the concert. My mom sent me off with a piece of chocolate cake.
87. I dressed up in a trashy outfit and rocked out at the concert with my best friend. We had a limo to take us home and I was handed a card by a modeling/talent scout who turned out later to be a con man.
88. I felt so freakin cool.
89. I am greatful to my mother for not murdering me when I got home from that little escapade.
90. She really, really wanted to kill me and I was majorly, majorly grounded forever and ever.
91. In fact, I can think of a hundred more instances for which I should thank my mother for not killing me.
SOOO, the question is, what have you done to piss your parents off so bad that you didn't know what they might do to you once they got their hands on you? Come on now. I could keep going.
17th b-day...my parents gave me $100 bucks. I was supposed to have been buying a new pair of boots. I went to "Fat Bobs" and got my first tattoo.
At 16, I told my parents I was going to my friends Aunts house for the weekend...we went to Aunt Carols, stole the key and went to the condo, along w/5other friends we invited. The people across the hall were good friends of Carols and they called her and told on us. My parents drove up and knocked on the door..we were drinking Budweiser and getting high. By all accounts I should be dead right now..
15 I shot my brother Darrell w/his own BB gun. He wouldn't leave me alone while I was on the phone...he ran outside and I ran after him, he called me a name, so I shot him....he still to this day wont' let that one go...I got in serious trouble for that one..
Posted by: sandy at June 16, 2003 07:27 PMoh forgot...Carol lived in Macon, GA...we stayed at her condo in Tybee Island, GA...kind of far away :)
Posted by: sandy at June 16, 2003 07:28 PMYou were a hellion too! Hahaa.
I blasted a plant off of my neighbor's balcony with my pellet rifle when I was a kid and they called the LAPD to come knocking at my door. Luckily, they just gave me a stern lecture and got back to the more important business of beating up minorities.
Posted by: Maria at June 17, 2003 01:38 PMMan, guess I wasn't so rebellious after all. Compared to you guys I'm a saint :( Hmmm... St. Lee; kinda has a ring to it! Damn, forgot I'm agnostic :)
Posted by: lee at June 18, 2003 01:33 AM