I feel like whenever I write an entry in this blog, I need to make some kind of disclaimer, or at the very least, I need to explain myself before I begin. This entry is no different!
First I need everyone to know that I absolutely adore my friends! They are the best! You know when someone says they married "well" or they married "up", speaking of their spouse? Well that is how I feel about my friends....I feel like they are "up" and I may be a little below their level. That is perfectly fine by me, I am not in any way complaining. But sometimes, it gets me into trouble.....hence today's title "PARTY FROCK!"
The other day I received an invitation in the mail to a Birthday party for one of my friends, given at another friends house. I was thrilled! I love birthday parties... especially for my friends. But then I re-read the invitation, and I read some words that I am pretty sure I have never read on an invitation before, it said
"Put on your party frock and join us for a poolside luncheon"
Party frock???? PARTY FROCK!!! See what I mean when I say most of my friends and I are not on the same level? Now the thing that gets me into trouble most of the time, is that I pretend to know what they are talking about and then I usually come away looking foolish. Here is my problem...I have no idea what "party frock" means!! I thought about looking it up under GOOGLE, but a few missed keys on the key board and you never know what I will come up with!
I know what "poolside luncheon" means....that means we are going to sit by her lovely swimming pool and eat lunch....and believe you me....it is NOT going to be a bologna sandwich, trust me on this one. I will give you the details of that later. Right now I am just worried about my frock!
I am bound and determined NOT to be embarrassed( I wouldn't want them to know I didn't have a "frock" to wear) when I go to this party. I have looked high and low and asked many people where I could find a frock....but to no avail.
But after a stop at the goodwill (doesn't that sound like a store that would have "frocks") I think I have my party frock completed for tomorrow! Once again, I think I will pull this off and they will not have a clue, that I didn't know what a "party frock" was!
Wish me luck, and I will let you know if I still have my friends when this is all over!
Here's to party frocking!!
kathy
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Monday, August 23, 2010
It's Story Time once again.....
Summer is winding down.....VBS is over....and all the hard work of preparing, planning and going to Royal Family Kids Camp is all done. I feel like I have time on my hands, like I have time to spare, like I have time for a ....Unicycle Story!
This is the story of my first date. I was in the 7th grade and was invited to the junior high dance. First of all, I was thrilled that somebody actually asked me to go to the dance,(short, chubby, glasses, and acne described me well) and even a little more excited because I had been taking "dance" in gym class. Have any of you ever taken "dance" in gym? It was great! We would all stand in the hot, sweaty gym, in our P.E. uniforms (remember them???!)and listen as our coach yelled out "Hand on hip... Hand on shoulder...1 and 2 and 1 and 2 and..... oh I remember it well.
The week before the dance, I remember my mom asking me if I wanted her to show me how to dance. SHOW ME HOW TO DANCE??? "Mom, I learned how to dance in gym class, what more could you show me?" I assured her, that I knew how to dance and would not need any instructions from an OLD person. Oh how those words would come back to haunt me!
It was Saturday afternoon, and I really don't remember getting ready for the dance at all. In fact, I probably spent most of the day at my friend Patti's house, like I did most Saturdays. I don't remember making many plans on how we were getting to the dance, what we were going to wear or any preparations at all. The only thing I do remember practicing, is saying to myself.....1 and 2 and 1 and 2 and... I was so ready for this dance.
It was 7:00 o'clock and I was outside eagerly waiting for him. I looked down the street......and then I looked again...and again....the kid was coming to pick me up on his unicycle!! For those of you who don't know, a unicycle is a bike...with ONE wheel and ONE seat! I thought to myself, "where am I going to sit?" I soon found out that I wasn't going to "sit", I was going to "run along" beside him! (Remember short, chubby??) We finally arrived at the school, hot....sweaty...and barely breathing.
Once we got inside of the NON-AIR CONDITIONED gym, I took a few minutes to catch my breathe,drink some punch, eat a few cookies and secretly smell my under pits. After I took care of all of that, I started counting in my head again....1 and 2 and 1 and 2 and...... I was finally ready to dance!
He was standing against one wall, and I was against another. He walked over to me to dance. I still remember thinking that this was the most romantic time of my life! My heart was beating fast, I was sweaty and I was stinky, but I was still counting in my head...1 and 2 and 1 and 2 and....and then it happened!
I grabbed that kid by his shoulders and for the next 3 minutes, I literally pushed him around the gym floor! All the while I was still counting, OUT LOUD, one..two..one..two...one...two. Poor kid probably thought he had joined the army! I saw other couples gingerly, softly, swaying back and forth in the corner, arms around each others waist. Around their WAIST?? Didn't they hear the coaches yell "Hands on hip...Hand on shoulder??" I must of been the only one that listened, because I was the only one that was dancing the right way...and I was proud of it!
The kid held on for dear life, while I made 12 complete laps,(perfect ovals) around the gym floor for the entire song. I still remember the song that was playing, Slow Dancing, by Johnny Rivers. The song says "Slow dancing, swaying to the music..." Not us...we were were not slow and we definitely were not swaying.....1 and 2 and 1 and 2. It was years later that I learned that I was suppose to be counting to a beat....not counting to an army march!
After that dance, our one and only dance of the evening, we went our separate ways. I stood by the wall with the girls and drank punch and ate more cookies. Inside I was secretly gloating on my dancing techniques!
I waited a few minutes after the dance got over for him, but couldn't find him. I started to walk home alone....and then pretty soon I heard him peddling...and huffing and then his voice...
"Come on Kathy, run along beside me!"
Oh good grief....here we go again!
This is the story of my first date. I was in the 7th grade and was invited to the junior high dance. First of all, I was thrilled that somebody actually asked me to go to the dance,(short, chubby, glasses, and acne described me well) and even a little more excited because I had been taking "dance" in gym class. Have any of you ever taken "dance" in gym? It was great! We would all stand in the hot, sweaty gym, in our P.E. uniforms (remember them???!)and listen as our coach yelled out "Hand on hip... Hand on shoulder...1 and 2 and 1 and 2 and..... oh I remember it well.
The week before the dance, I remember my mom asking me if I wanted her to show me how to dance. SHOW ME HOW TO DANCE??? "Mom, I learned how to dance in gym class, what more could you show me?" I assured her, that I knew how to dance and would not need any instructions from an OLD person. Oh how those words would come back to haunt me!
It was Saturday afternoon, and I really don't remember getting ready for the dance at all. In fact, I probably spent most of the day at my friend Patti's house, like I did most Saturdays. I don't remember making many plans on how we were getting to the dance, what we were going to wear or any preparations at all. The only thing I do remember practicing, is saying to myself.....1 and 2 and 1 and 2 and... I was so ready for this dance.
It was 7:00 o'clock and I was outside eagerly waiting for him. I looked down the street......and then I looked again...and again....the kid was coming to pick me up on his unicycle!! For those of you who don't know, a unicycle is a bike...with ONE wheel and ONE seat! I thought to myself, "where am I going to sit?" I soon found out that I wasn't going to "sit", I was going to "run along" beside him! (Remember short, chubby??) We finally arrived at the school, hot....sweaty...and barely breathing.
Once we got inside of the NON-AIR CONDITIONED gym, I took a few minutes to catch my breathe,drink some punch, eat a few cookies and secretly smell my under pits. After I took care of all of that, I started counting in my head again....1 and 2 and 1 and 2 and...... I was finally ready to dance!
He was standing against one wall, and I was against another. He walked over to me to dance. I still remember thinking that this was the most romantic time of my life! My heart was beating fast, I was sweaty and I was stinky, but I was still counting in my head...1 and 2 and 1 and 2 and....and then it happened!
I grabbed that kid by his shoulders and for the next 3 minutes, I literally pushed him around the gym floor! All the while I was still counting, OUT LOUD, one..two..one..two...one...two. Poor kid probably thought he had joined the army! I saw other couples gingerly, softly, swaying back and forth in the corner, arms around each others waist. Around their WAIST?? Didn't they hear the coaches yell "Hands on hip...Hand on shoulder??" I must of been the only one that listened, because I was the only one that was dancing the right way...and I was proud of it!
The kid held on for dear life, while I made 12 complete laps,(perfect ovals) around the gym floor for the entire song. I still remember the song that was playing, Slow Dancing, by Johnny Rivers. The song says "Slow dancing, swaying to the music..." Not us...we were were not slow and we definitely were not swaying.....1 and 2 and 1 and 2. It was years later that I learned that I was suppose to be counting to a beat....not counting to an army march!
After that dance, our one and only dance of the evening, we went our separate ways. I stood by the wall with the girls and drank punch and ate more cookies. Inside I was secretly gloating on my dancing techniques!
I waited a few minutes after the dance got over for him, but couldn't find him. I started to walk home alone....and then pretty soon I heard him peddling...and huffing and then his voice...
"Come on Kathy, run along beside me!"
Oh good grief....here we go again!
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