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Samaritans with good intentions

9 May

It probably wouldn’t surprise you to find out that I volunteered at the local hospital when I was in high school beginning the summer of my freshman year. I rode my bike there, donned my pink and white striped apron and would sit in the lobby waiting to be summoned by someone needing a wheelchair. Sometimes I even got to carry a cooler of urine to the lab to be tested. It was a glamorous job for sure!

One part of volunteering was actually really enjoyable. I got to call the bingo numbers for the elderly folks in the Transitional Care Unit and believe it or not, I really liked it. It was definitely a silver lining and almost made up for having to carry around the results of other people’s bowel movements.

My best friend also volunteered at the hospital and one day we decided we were going to do something special for our feeble friends.

We rode our bikes to the general store down the street and bought sugar-free penny candy (I’m sure we ordered some milkshakes while we were there- I always got chocolate).

Then we headed down to the back of my neighborhood where there were still empty lots and picked weeds wildflowers.

At my house, we handwrote notes and put them into plastic sandwich baggies with the candy and wildflowers. Once our well wishes were complete, we headed to the hospital where we donned our aprons and went from room to room in the unit distributing good cheer.

What sweet girls we were!

Quite proud of ourselves we headed to her house where we probably had more milkshakes and debriefed. Her dad, the doctor, overheard and applauded us for our efforts but told us not to do it again. Apparently, most of the people aren’t allowed even sugar-free candy and could potentially have had bad reactions to both the candy and the nature we brought into their rooms.

Whoops… at least we had good intentions!

I linked up for Theme Thursday and Throwback Thursday:



By the way, we know we were complete nerds, but we had fun and were doing a good deed. That’s all that matters, right?

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K-i-s-s-i-n-g

12 Apr

Last week, I participated in the yeah write speakeasy. I shared a fiction story about a girl’s first kiss using the writing prompt they provided.

I thought it might be fun to share my own first kiss this week.

Well, probably more funny than fun.

I’m sure I had received pecks on the lips before, but certainly nothing memorable or qualifying as a true first kiss. I was a late bloomer.

I was chatting on AOL one day in the living room, likely cursing the slow dial up. One of the cooks in the restaurant where I hostessed had been instant messaging me for a little while when he asked me if I wanted to go to the movies sometime. I nervously agreed and immediately signed off to call my best friend.

There was one problem. He had just had surgery on his shoulder from a baseball injury and was in one of those casts that keeps your arm at a right angle. He had his mom drop him off at my house and then we took my car to the theater. I had just gotten my drivers license and was driving a stick shift. It was a bumpy ride, but we made it.

While we waited in line for the tickets, we chatted and my nerves eased a bit. I went to pay for my own ticket and he used his casted arm to bump me away. So romantic. We then headed into the theater and had to sit on the aisle so that his arm wasn’t in the way of the person to his left.

I don’t remember what movie we saw and our memories weren’t any better that night, because after leaving the theater, we both forgot where we had parked. While we were wandering around the parking lot, he all of a sudden stopped and kissed me.

Yes, my first kiss was in the parking lot of the movie theater, while lost trying to find the car with a guy who only had the use of one arm.

My first kiss with my current boyfriend is a story for another day, but it certainly beat this one. And hopefully, he’ll be my last kiss too 🙂

Do you remember your first kiss?

Today was Day Eleven (or Day K) of the Blogging from A to Z April Challenge

I also linked up with the Let’s Be Friends Blog Hop and I am making an attempt not to shame myself at the  yeah write weekend moonshine grid.

Hoping you’ll follow me on Bloglovin or Twitter! New friends make me happy!

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History of a friendship

9 Apr

This is the story of how I met my best friend.

It was freshman orientation. The year was 1997 and the style was, well, pathetic. My mom and I showed up to the school and took the tour, met some teachers and then mingled. She was with her mom, too. She told me she had not gone to the public middle school like the majority of new freshman and knew almost no one.

“I’ll be your friend,” I said in typical me fashion.
“Okay,” she replied.

On the way home she told her mom about our conversation.

“I’d be careful with anyone that eager to make friends,” her mom said.

We’ve been best friends ever since. I’m just friendly, not desperate. Geez.

We have not lived in the same state since high school. We both went to out of state colleges and moved after graduation. However, our friendship has remained consistent. We have a history together that distance doesn’t shake. Even when I lived in Florida and she lived in New York, we saw each other more than I saw some people who only lived 20 minutes away. We’ve been lucky, but we  don’t take the friendship or our history for granted.

How did you meet your best friend?

Visiting our high school locker with a photo from the last day of school in the same spot

Visiting our high school locker with a photo from the last day of school in the same spot

Today was Day Eight (or Day H) of the Blogging from A to Z April Challenge

I am also linking up with Inspired Tuesdays and the Nice to Meet You Blog Hop

Hoping you’ll follow me on Bloglovin or Twitter! New friends make me happy…obviously!

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Follow the leader

6 Apr

I was a joiner in high school. I was a cheerleader, in National Honor Society, drama club, Amnesty International and editor of the paper. I was a participant in all, master of none. But it was track that really threw me for a loop.

I was terrible. I mean I had no motivation. I had no stamina. I had no business pretending to be an athlete. The first couple of meets were tolerable considering I only did one or two events- the 100 meter dash and hurdles. However, one day the coach asked my friend and I to step it up and run the 400 meter. No big deal, right? Ha. Remember, I was AWFUL (and I also spent every practice chatting with friends instead of doing…anything).

My friend and I promised each other that under no circumstances would we leave the other behind. We lined up at the starting point, bent over and booked it when the gun went off. Not too long after, I panted, “Don’t…leave…me…” as she blew by in a cloud of dust. The back of her head was all I needed to see to make me lose the little shred of dignity and ambition I had left.

I veered off the track, heaved myself to the parking lot and never attended another track meet again. I became a quitter that day.

There is no moral to this story. I have done a couple of 5ks since high school and finished them all. I am currently searching for another to sign up for to give me motivation to attempt running yet again. My friend is running her fifth marathon in two weeks. I donate to her charity of choice every year. We all do what we can want. Friend,  I still love you even though I’ll never forget the trauma of being ditched. Sorry I didn’t show up to your marathon fundraiser this year. Are we even?

Today was Day Six (or Day F) of the Blogging from A to Z April Challenge

One of my college roommates has been in town, so my creative juices are moving more slowly than usual. I will have a recap of this upcoming amazing weekend once my brain cells are again fully functioning. Hoping you’ll follow me on Bloglovin or Twitter! New friends make me happy!

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