x365.org - No. 2

Junie - When I was little, you would let me play dress up with your high-heeled shoes. Your feet were so small, the shoes fit me perfectly!

One Word

1. Where is your cell phone? Desk
2. Your boyfriend/girlfriend? Non-existent
3. Your hair? Brown
4. Work? Lame
5. Your father? Awesome
6. Your favorite thing? Books
7. Your dream last night? Unknown
8. Your favorite drink? Coke
9. Dream car? Limo
10. The room you're in? Freezing
11. Your pet? Abby
12. Your fears? Loss
13. What do you want to be in 10 years? Content
14. Where did you hang out last night? Ohana
15. What you're not good at? Deceit
16. Eyebrow rings on the preferred sex? Gross
17. One of your wish list items? Books
18. Where you grew up? Utah
19. The last thing you did? Smoked
20. What are you wearing? Pink
21. What aren't you wearing? Socks
22. The website GoofyAuctions.com (filled with eBay spoofs)? What?
23. Your computer? Handy
24. Your life? Limbo
25. Your mood? Meh.
26. Missing? Family
27. What are you thinking about right now? Leaving
28. Your car? Honda
29. Your work? Glazing
30. Your summer? Beaches
31. Your relationship status? Single
32. Your favorite color? Purple
33. When is the last time you laughed? Today
34. Last time you cried? Tuesday
35. School? Over

x365.org - No. 1

Mr. Jackson - In Wildlife Biology class, you kept giant snakes and would let them loose to roam the classroom floor during movies to keep everyone alert. You also had a spray bottle full of water on your desk that you'd use if anyone happened to take a nap in your class.

The First Ten Years

Age one – Already walking, but so tall I was often mistaken for an older child. People likely thought I was retarded when all I could manage to say back to them when they tried to talk to me was “Hi!” over and over again.

Age two – Wet my pants at my birthday party (cousins Layne and Carrie in attendance). Cried a lot about the that, but was very excited about my new wagon.

Age three – Sister Jenny born. Very, very unhappy with the parents. This was MY SHOW, after all. Don’t worry yourselves; I love my little sis’ to pieces nowadays.

Age four – There is a picture of me standing in front of the television in an old black hat, my dad's combat boots, and a white t-shirt. That's right...no pants. My mom reminded me that I used to wear the hat constantly and would line up all of my little chairs and pretend I was riding on a train.

Age five – I don't know if I suffered some sort of trauma that year or what (Kindergarten?), but I have absolutely no significant memories to share.

Age six – We had a Halloween Parade at school. Mom dressed me as an Indian Squaw, replete with the papoose (containing my favorite Madame Alexander doll, Pussycat), braided hair, and feathered headdress.

Age seven – Grandma? Why did you give me this hideous permanent? No lasting damage to the hair follicles, but my mental state has never been the same.

Age eight – Played kissing tag in the schoolyard with a cute boy named Grady Green. A year or two later, his mother married my uncle! Keep it in the family, indeed.

Age nine – At recess one day, best friend Marlo said to Brian, the boy I had a huge crush on at the time, “Don’t you think Mae needs a bra?” I even remember the shirt I was wearing. It had a koala bear iron-on that said ‘I need wuvvin’, too!’ My dear Dad took me to the mall that evening to buy my first mammary support system. Gawd.

Age ten – My friend Cheryl punched one of the schoolteachers, Mrs. Phipps, in the nose. Mrs. Phipps was a nasty old bitch and totally had it coming. Cheryl was one badass mofo.


This idea was taken from prompt #47 in Maggie Mason's new book "No One Cares What You Had for Lunch: 100 Ideas for Your Blog".