| 04/28/09 03:06 AM |
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Sue-Sue Baird (Conlyn)
Wow
I hate it when I've been working on a post, and BAM....
I do something wrong and it's gone.
I don't remember drinking MIXED drinks at those infamous parties. I remember chugging straight from the bottles... way too yucky.
When I was old enough to drink legally, I could only afford beer for the longest time. I remember one bar and grill I used to frequent in Dowagiac had $.50 drafts.
Now I like dirty martini's, top shelf tequila shots, white wine on ice, mojitos, mint juleps, and foo-foo beer, such as Michelob ultra with pomegranate and some other fruit.
B.L. Love the Prank story. Finally after all of these years the truth is told. Thank you so much. Does anyone have more pictures of it? Also, when did the spray painting take place? The graffiti on it is priceless.
C.A. Your top ten was right on, and funny. Who's your Daddy!
Regarding cliques, things haven't changed much. I think often people see themselves quite differently than other people see them. I really don't like to be boxed into a label though. In high school I truly cared so much about what other people thought of me. It was really stressful and I envy those of you who didn't feel that way. Looking back at it, I did some very embarrassing things for the cause.
The reality is that I still do care about how I am perceived, but not the same way that I did in high school. Socially speaking, people either like me or they don't. However, on this web site, I post with a self conscious caution! At work - I want to be thought of in a certain way, and NOT in other ways. So, yeah, it still matters.
Regarding crushes, Debby Shepardson's family had a lot of good looking men in it. One in particular never seemed to know I was alive. Then there was this one guy, and that ended badly, as did the thing with this other guy, and the thing with yet another... Then there was the guy my father escorted out of our house... eugh. and on and on and on. Eventually I did manage to get married. TWICE!!!
Does anyone from Eastside Elementary remember lots of girls chasing some poor guy around the playground during recess? Was his last name Koontz, OR was it Randy Smith... and after we actually "treed" him on the monkey bars we sang a little song to him. It went like this: We love you ______, oh yes we do, we don't love anyone as much as you, when we're not near you, we're blue, OH _________ we love you.
This didn't happen just once! It was daily for a while. WHO WAS IT?
G'Night all, it's late.
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