I have a memory that I am not sure if it is a memory or a dream.  From the content of it though, it has to be a dream.  It was at my parents' first house.  I woke up and noticed that I didn't have my blanket with me.  I walked down to the basement to get it.  My parents had this tall picture of Charlie Chaplain down there.  When I went down there, I either heard the picture talking or it moved or something.  I was frightened and ran back upstairs.  Weird memory.

I remember when my brother and I were playing basketball with the guys and we were all pretty competitive. My brother was being a little bitch on defense and was pissing me off. I got so mad I just all of a sudden punched him in the face. All of a sudden his eye was bulging. I could not believe I actually did that! Wow, I was a little crazy. I guess I just got him back for when he punched my teeth out when we were little. His black eye was crazy. I felt really bad. Looking back on it, it was just good old brotherly love.

In 5th grade our teacherMr. Kowalski asked everyone to create a new product and to market it on a commercial that we would star in. How ingenous was that??

My product was called "Crusty Crunchies Dog Snacks". I loved being creative and I had so much fun making this all by myself. I vividly remember the day we put all of this stuff together.

During the big day of the commercial shoot, I had Liz Grant go into a room and we came up with the commerical. It was baiscally a knock off of another commercial.

The rules for the shoot of the commercial is that you only get three takes. On my first take, the class laughed sooo hard and there was so much noise that I decided to try again. And yet again the class ruined it. The third time was a charm, but when I finished the commercial I turned my head and smiled, but totally missed the camera (SEE VIDEO)!! It was hilarious.

This video is pretty much the only copy because every kid got a weekend to borrow it to watch and I was the only . . . Read More..

So EIEIA beach was one of my favorite beaches to go to.  Our family was never a member, but a lot of friends and family were members.

The coolest thing about this beach was the big dock.  The big dock took about 5 minutes or so to get to and sometimes you would be quite exhausted by the time you got out there.

This was about my second or third time coming out to that dock in 5th grade and I wasnt too good at swimming. 

Like you would suspect, I was tired and exhausted by the time I got out to the dock, but suddenly as I grasped for air, Theresa W. from my elementary school dunks me back in and held me under for a second or two. 

At this point, I didnt know who it was.  As I was dunked down in, I gulped a huge amount of lake water and retaliated by this infraction by coming up for air and punching the first thing I saw right in the face.  In the temple to be more exact. 

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Yes, I will admit I was hated for being such an AMAZING chess player (second only to my astounding wit) however, I will not conceed that poor little Dave Renne would have been injured by my mere dunking attempt. While my swimming and strength skills are mirrored to the above referenced actions, I would never have let my dear friend drown, nearly unthinkable! You see, I was told by a very good source (Elizabeth Peirce) that Dave had a crush on me; and being the little unfeminine, tom-boy who was entirely without positive flirting skills that I was, I thought the only way to reciprocate such harmless elementary school ponderings would be to, of course, bully him!
While, it turns out my informate was severely mistaken, one can only imagine the utter mortification I suffered at the hand (or should I say fist) of Mr. Rene. ( I cried the whole way home, some tom-boy eh?)What Dave will never know (oh until now of course) was that my . . . Read More..