Thursday Memories

So why not start something new for Thursdays….I love doing the Hump Day Shenanigans on Wednesdays so I thought why not do something each Thursday.

I’d like to get to know each of you better and I thought why  not ask a personal question and let’s share great memories together.

Share with me your favorite birthday EVER. What is the most memorable birthday in your entire life? Was it a big party? Or was it something special that happened that you’ll never forget? Were you five years old, was it the sweet sixteen, or was it twenty one hitting the bars? Share it with me and everyone else here in a comment so we can take a trip down memory lane together.

My favorite birthday ever was when I turned 7 years old. My parents were still married and threw me a small birthday party. The birthday cake was Cinderella and all of my friends were there. We played games and gave prizes. I remember one of the games was who could blow the biggest bubble with their bubble gun. My cousin Charles won. It just seemed the most memorable one to me because everyone was happy and it seemed the most normal time in my life.

Ok Loves, do share with me your memories, can’t wait to read all about it! Don’t leave me hanging either LOL

 

My Single Days Part IV

Have you ever had that one person that just wouldn’t let you go? That creepy ex-boyfriend or ex-girlfriend that wouldn’t take NO for an answer?

It was the summer of 2000 and I was at the bar with my girls having drinks, dancing, laughing and just having a fantastic night. As I was on the dance floor dancing to “Music” by Madonna with a guy friend out of nowhere this guy with dark hair and brown eyes moves in between us and has moves like I’d never seen before. My guy friend was standing by watching and waiting on me to give him the signal to move back in or for me to wave him off to let him know I was good. I was good, I liked this guys moves. I gave the wave and my friend moved onto some other chic on the floor and started dancing.

After the song was over we went back to my table and had a great conversation. His name was Brent. He was funny, charming, outgoing, flirty, and really handsome. By the end of the night he talked me into giving him my digits. I left with my friends and the very next day he called me up and we went out on our first date that evening. He was a cop come to find out. Hmmm, power, authority, handsome, funny as the day is long, this guy is amazing.

We dated for about a month. Not once did I ever think he was “The One” but he was so much fun to be around. We went out every weekend dancing and having a blast with my friends and probably had dinner a couple of times a week together. Soon he was calling twice a day, then it was six times a day and then it was all hours of the night. I kept telling him I didn’t need a clinger. He said he would give me some space. That night he showed up at my house around 2 am and I didn’t go to the door or answer the phone. Because I didn’t answer he turned on his blue lights and used his intercom on his car “Lennon, I know you’re in there, come out now. Don’t make me break in.” My roommate came running downstairs to my apartment and said “What the fuck, should I call the cops?” I said “He is a fucking cop, I don’t know what to do but I don’t want to talk to him right now.”

I finally had to go out and tell him to leave and that I had to go to work the next day and was over his shit. I told him that I didn’t want to ever see him again and to leave me the fuck alone. I was tired of his possessive bullshit and him pretty much stalking me. He said “You don’t mean that. You love me and we’re meant to be together. I’m going to marry you one day. Get some rest and I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” He was in denial and ignored everything I had just said. I then threatened him by saying “I’ll call your supervisor Brent. I don’t want to do that to you as I know you love your job but I cannot continue to go through this with you.” He put both of his hands on my face and said “Oh Sweetie, you wouldn’t do that, it would be your word against mine. I am the law. They won’t believe you over me. You’re mine.” I got chills up my spine when he said that. I backed away from him and told him to leave and repeated myself again that I had to get up early for work.

The next day he was waiting outside in his patrol car after I got off from work smiling with flowers acting like nothing had happened the night before. I remember telling him again, it was over and I didn’t want to see him again and to leave me the fuck alone. I hurriedly jumped in my car and drove off. He followed me all the way home with his lights and siren on like he was chasing a fugitive.

Friends of mine loved him. Anytime we were out with them he was the funny guy with jokes and pranks and just the light of the party. My friends all knew he was a stalker or a bit crazy but they thought it was cute and just part of his funny personality. This time I was humiliated driving home with him in pursuit behind me and afraid he would hurt me. As soon as I pulled into my driveway I had my cell phone in my hand as I got out of the car and told him I was dialing 911 and that I didn’t give a fuck if they believed me or not but I was calling it in.

He left quickly when I acted like I was dialing. I honestly didn’t want him to lose his job. He was 27 years old and his entire life he wanted to be a cop. He was prideful about his “protect and serve” motto. Maybe I should’ve called 911 but I didn’t that day. I had met his parents and I knew it would humiliate them.

I’ve not seen him ever again accept when he requested to be my friend on FB a couple of years ago. Denied. Blocked. And that’s why I’m not on FB anymore. Fucking creeper ex-boyfriends.

Anyway, Ladies and Gent’s be very careful out there with the single’s. They can be quite charming but then flip on a dime and show their side of cray. And if you’re one of the Cray’s, pull yourself together and get some fucking help.

My girlfriends and I went to the beach the weekend after that break up  to have some girl time and this song was our jam…. We sang this drinking pina colada’s with our toes in the sand. I needed an escape 🙂

 

My Single Days Part II

Twenty eight years old, it was 9:00  on a Friday night. I was in bed with fleece pajamas, my blonde hair in long braided pigtails, eating ice cream with my dog watching the first season of Sex In The City on DVD. My phone rings…..”Hello?” My friend Jenny is on the other line “Why are you at home? I told you to meet us here at the bar at 9:00!!!” Me: “Whatever Jenny, I don’t feel like getting dressed up and shit and hanging out at a bar. I’m watching SITC and eating ice cream and in bed, come over and watch it with me.” Jenny: “Are you insane, you need a life, get up here, I need a DD anyways and you promised.” Me: “Alright, Fine! I’m only coming up there because you’re drinking and need a driver.”

I cut off the TV , throw on my jeans, shoes, flannel shirt and my baseball cap over my long braids and noticed I had no make up on. So I did manage to put a little blush on my cheeks and some lip gloss. Off I went to the bar about 10 minutes from my place.

I park and get to the door and the “gate keeper” asks to see my ID. Maybe tonight won’t be too bad seeing as I just got carded and I’m 28. I go straight to the far right corner where my crew always hangs out and immediately I smile. There are my five girls looking fabulous. They were the best looking chic’s in there for sure. Two brunette’s, two blondes and one red head. They were all in their high heels, skirts, dresses, lip gloss, glitter bronzer on their chests and cheeks and drinking their cosmo’s when I approached.

As I get closer the smiles slowly fade away and they look like they smell something foul. I’m looking behind me to see what they’re looking at that must look so scary and I see nothing. I sit down and Jenny says “What the fuck Lennon? Why are you dressed like a truck driver? Jesus, you have all of those amazing clothes and you choose to wear this?”

Yeah, I’m that girl that has always had the I don’t care attitude. As I laugh at Jenny’s comment and snap back “You’re the one who begged me to come out, so here I am. Too bad you don’t find me attractive because $20 says I walk away with more digits than any of you tonight.” So, that night at the club although I dressed like a truck driver, I put my dancing skills to the test and laid my charming as fuck personality on as thick as I could and of course I walked away with an extra $20 and a few digits that I’d never call. That’s not the only thing I walked away with…..

The girls all piled into my SUV along with some dude that Jenny had been making out with in the corner of the bar. The ride home turned out to be pretty disgusting as Jenny winded up puking in my car and the dude she had snagged wanted to get out immediately. We left him on a curb somewhere downtown and I got Jenny and the rest of the girls home safe and sound. Memories, fun memories with my girls. How I miss them. But, I don’t miss their drunk puking asses in my car, I can tell you that. 🙂

 

 

 

 

 

Get Your 80’s On

So a few days ago I was explaining how music is my air. It helps me understand my feelings. It’s my out from the world. I wanted to share some of my favorites with you so I’ll be posting lists from time to time. This one is my 80’s favorites. Some of you teens and twenties haven’t had the pleasure of hearing some of these possibly? God I feel old. Why is it that the 80’s seem like just 5 years ago? These are not ranked at all. Just a list of the ones that I can’t live without. Maybe some of you have forgotten about these and maybe this will take you down memory lane and pop some really fun memories in your brain…….

Let’s Go Crazy – Prince

Relax – Frankie Goes To Hollywood

The Reflex – Duran Duran

Feels Good – Tony! Toni! Tone!

Pleasure Principle – Janet Jackson

The Warrior – Patty Smyth

Need You Tonight – INXS

Don’t Treat Me Bad – Firehouse

Crazy Train – Ozzy Osbourne

Kiss Me Deadly – Lita Ford

Pour Some Sugar On Me – Def Leopard

Welcome To The Jungle – Guns & Roses

Oh Sheila – Ready For The World

Come On Feel The Noise – Quiet Riot

Dress You Up – Madonna

Express Yourself – Madonna

It Takes Two – Rob Base & DJ E-Z Rock

Push It – Salt N Pepa

She Bop – Cyndi Lauper

People Are People – Depeche Mode

She Sells Sanctuary – The Cult

Alive And Kicking – Simple Minds

Saved By Zero – The Fixx

A little side dish here……I got sent home back in 1986 because I went to school with a bra and a lace midriff top and tight mini skirt with white pumps and lacy socks. I even had the cross around my neck and my hair was HUGE with a big bow in it. I drew a beauty mark on my face and told everyone to call me Madonna. Yeah, I did that. My Mom talked them out of suspending me but she was beyond pissed…go figure. Good times, very good times.