Flashback Friday...

This is an oldie, but soo good!!
Excuse the scrapbook pages, so old.. but I love 'em! My scanner cut off quite a bit.. still trying to figure out the new fangled gadget..
Let me take you back..
January 1995.. my 15th birthday. We planned (with permission from my parents, or course :)..) to have a big party.. admission, bring something to share. We had chips and pop to feed us for DAYS..
My friend, Teresa, posted this on my locker..
And we had a lot of people come. We were so excited that my "boyfriend", Coj, came and brought all of his high school buddies.. nothing like high school boys for us 8th and 9th graders..
And here's where it gets fun..
Sarah, can you see the back of your head? I didn't have one shot of you face on!
And there's Annie.. this was the only shot I have of you looking at me.. in the rest, you were trying to look away, pretending like you were talking..
Good times!!

Ahhh... those days...

Ninth Grade... we were such goofballs!
After seeing Jon at Sam's club, I began to reminisce about all of the silly things that we used to all do together.
This year, we wanted to have a picture in the yearbook of all of us together. We were all in our own clubs' pictures, but never all of us together. The closest we got was track, and they still took those in separate teams, the boy team and the girl team, so not all of us together. Plus we just wanted to see if we could really get away with it.
So we made-up our own club.
The "Students Of America", otherwise known as "SOA"...
In order to get in the year book, and be called down on picture day to get the desired pic, we needed an advisor. So Which teacher was cool enough to do just that? Lie, act like it was a real club, pose in the pic, etc... Mr. Adams. He was awesome. I asked him if he'd do it during German. He said okay, without a single question. He rolled like that.
Mrs. Waddoups, the secretary with the nasal-ey voice, called us liars when we told her she forgot the "SOA" and needed to call our club down over the intercom. So we told her to talk to Mr. Adams to verify the legitimacy of our little-known club.
So here we are... in the year book... unfortunately not everyone responded to the call, some claimed that they didn't hear, I think that others were too chicken... Kevin B..... We pulled it off.
Those were some fun days.

i almost forgot!!!!

flashback friday... summer's blog reminded me! the smell in the air lately reminds me of track season... that's me making the face. we called ourselves the "lady street-walkers" instead of the "lady redskins"... our track uniforms were quite skimpy and wouldn't stay put unless we wove them through our sports bras. we also had to wear longer shorts underneath our short short short black ones.
our perverted coach there on the left never seemed to mind... we caught him checking out our butts one day while doing calve stretches... how many other days was he doing that and we didn't see???
we were getting ready for the 4x100 relay. i usually ran the third leg. i also ran the medley, combo, 800, and long-jumped.
in our relays we had a password...
the combo was the funniest password. **sorry in advance to my mother-in-law and anybody who might be a delicate flower, unlike myself...*
in the combo, it goes: girl. boy, girl, boy. we each run 100 meters. our old password was "redskins". we'd say it when we needed the front runner to put their hand back for the hand-off of the baton. each school had to have a password that would be unique so their runner would know when it was time... (this is really relay 101 isn't it?) well, anywhooo, we wanted a password that would shock, distract, even make the other teams running next to us laugh. so we chose "boner". it worked, several times. it wasn't a thing we said quietly either...
i wonder if the password has changed...
good memories... a tight, toned, tanned bod, and lots of fun...