WARNING....You should totally note that Sally and I are filled with dry humor and sarcasm. While we recognize the decisions we made were not always the smartest ones, we like to laugh at all of the crazy predicaments we got ourselves into....and lived to tell! This is an exert from our story.
Also, for the grandparents, just scroll down until you see the lovely pictures of the girls. Completely disregard this fabricated story...someone hacked my computer.
The edited one.
(Me, Patty, Sally and Rochelle, this was taken before we (not Rochelle) rode in the back of a pick-up truck around the west side while Renee colored her eyes with markers and shouted nonsense to passing cars)
Sally It was the second semester of 1997, when I glanced around my new theatre arts class- I had no friends-and there I saw her.... In a tiny 4 year old sized Ninja Turtle t-shirt with a Tin lunchbox by her side. She was the only other dork in the class (besides me of course) so I immediately approached her and asked to take one of the empty seats beside her. She looked up at me with a beaming smile and bushy eyebrows and accepted my request.
(What a weirdo)
What really happened.....(Renée talking now)
I was in the middle of Theatre arts class sitting next to a Senior boy with long hair who fancied me. *Sally STOP interrupting my version!*
We were just chillaxin (which probably wasn't even a word in 1997) in the auditorium listening to the crazy wench who threw Mr Rehms painting across the room say some ridiculous lines. That part is technically irrelevant to how we met, but for legal purposes it is thrown in.
Anyways I was there being admired in my tie died polyester skirt and princess Laya hairdo by a gay suitor, yeah it was weird, named Michael when I spotted her walking down the isle towards me. She was wearing a dress, with a fancy little Jenifer Aniston "wannabe" haircut and cute shoes (my shoe obsession started earlier than I could afford). I remember thinking "Why in the **** is this girl wearing a dress and what is she doing in our ghetto school with clothes like that, OH UH! Now should probably be a good time to mention that I used to cuss.....a lot.
Regardless of how we met, the fact is we were two closeted rebellious children who became friends almost instantly. On the outside we were un-fashionable (that's another blog all together) un-cool and completely unaware of how utterly lame we really were. Until now.
Up until our senior year of high school we were relatively un-popular and "safe"....except for the time when we took kitchen spoons to sneak into the auditorium "windy room" and risked our lives to climb the wire ladder that suspended ten stories high. We should also mention that we had a very sweet, amazing, innocent mormon BFF who we probably did not influence so great. Like the time Sally took Sara to the top of the huge auditorium and I watched as Sara almost fall to her death when she slipped through the celling, holding on only to Sally's arm and a beam. Whew that was a close one which probably looking back could have landed us in some serious trouble. Lucky for us we went to Thomas Jefferson HS where the teachers/staff had much bigger issues to deal with than some little gueras.
Sally's attempt to woo our teacher, who had a thing for the Newsboys...now what did he teach again, and what was his name?
Sara, the conscience. Renee, the completly dorky one with a lunchbox in HS. Sally the upper north side prep who came to Jefferson to live with the cholas..And Vero, just Vero.
Our senior year not only included us matching for prom and graduation, claiming to be "fashionably wise seniors" after an overdose of Romy and Michele, but we also have a few *coughs* stories to confess to. Like the time we skipped school to ride the bus to an almost strangers house and almost got our hands cut off for touching his Koran. Perhaps since we are going THERE, I wont leave out the fact that we ate food he cooked and could have poisoned us with. Seriously what in the heck were we doing there? We also took an unplanned, spur of the moment drive to Corpus Christi in a car that was miles from completely falling apart and running on fumes. Yet another episode where we dragged poor Sara away from her safe house.
Sara, Sally and Renee in the freezing cold January night, next to the ocean. Alone. On a beach. Miles away from home.
We took a brief pit stop at a Taco Cabna to learn to crochet. We think that was a little strange too. Random
Here is what our dancing club days looked like
Monday- Karaoke at park place
Sal and Ren singing their hearts out, and some chic who clearly peed her pants and is definetly not wearing a wet shirt *wink wink*.
Tuesday- .....
Wednesday- Bonham
Fun story about the Bonham. Once again we convinced Sara to join us on one of our many trips to the infamous dance joint. (Side note, this was not our first rodeo folks, Sally and I had been there plenty of times without incodent.)
All of the sudden we hear gun shots coming from the upstairs Rap club and Renee being the un-street smart girl manages to run out the door with the "alleged" gunman leaving Sara and Sally in the dust to worry where the heck she went.
Did we mention that this was Sara's first club experience? SO sorry Sara for the trauma we may have caused you. On the plus side Renee learned that perhaps she should not run out the door with a crazy gun holding group of cholos.
Wow Re-reading this makes us sounds completely ghetto, I bet you are all picturing us with black lip liner and gangster eyes. You can all rest assured that we were, in fact, quite cute.
Thursday-....
Friday....whatever dancing fix we could get
Saturday....painted our nails for Sunday night at Joe's!
Sunday-see saturday
(Lets point out the fact that Sally and I are so cool in that we had all this fun without alcohol and/or drugs. We lived to the soundtrack of Dave Mathews, Shakira and Mana on our sad days....OH AND lets not forget Sarah Maclaughlin!)
Flash forward nine years from our clubbin' days, five kids later and two extra cutie delicious husbands and we are still on the seek for danger...kids included.
Not really but this whole blog was inspired by an event that occurred yesterday. Sally drove up to Honey grove from SA and yesterday we went to town square around 7 to get shots of the kids, completely oblivious to the storm clouds brewing. I blame Nate, he is the one who should know better, LOL.
We came home and received a call from a member in the ward asking if we were OK. Huh? OOOOK, yeah we are OK. Hang up.
There is a tornado WARNING in effect, WARNING, not watch....which pretty much means a tornado is immanent. Mexicanas Locas (Sal and I) will do anything for attention I suppose.
We are mommies now.
This is a blog about our kids.
We got a little side-tracked.
Here are Layla and Charly, they are best friends...uh oh! Perhaps the knowledge accumulated over the years from their "wise" mothers will lead them away from making the same dangerous choices we made. May I remind you we wore matching outfits to prom..... AND graduation! Scary isn't it?
Coolest picture ever of two best friends....Layla posing and Charly's face is classic. I love these girls!
We have enjoyed sharing our quiet little town with them and have been drama free, despite having two little girls playing non stop together. I tell you folks, it was meant to be! *tear*
EEEEERRRR, HOLD UP! We almost completly forgot to mention BRAZIL!! Sally had Gabriel(super cute exchange student from Brazil), and I had Mauritzio (a swimmer on an opposing team). Together we had whirwind romances, 2nd grade style....for real, not kidding there folks. When I say second grade actually I mean more like kinder. Maybe we did some crazy things but hooking up with the fellas was NOT one of them. You can let that breath out now Mom and dad!
The infamous Gabriel, he was SOOO brazilian. Wait. That didn't come out right. Hey Sally remember the time he got ring worm on his forhead? LOL, EWWWW!
Renee and Mauritzio at her JR. Prom....All I'm thinking is why the heck did I not look this cute at senior prom? Oh yeah. Matching big poofy dresses. Baby blue and pink dresses. *sigh*
1 comment:
I knew you were a wild child, no idea how wild tho jk. Hot pics!
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