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Two posts in one day! Wowzers.
Anyway - I'm working on a CJ for Missy and it's about your Theme Song. So I thought I'd share the story with my loyal readers:
I went to Lehigh University, a pretty straight-edge, preppy school in Pennsylvania. Freshman year, I rushed Pi Beta Phi. I was promptly nominated by my pledge sisters to compete in the Pi Kappa Alpha (PIKE) Dream Girl Contest, an annual event during the spring Greek Week. The catch? I needed a talent. Other sororities were sending girls that could sing, dance, and one could even twirl fire. I had talent alright, but I wasn’t too sure the judges (which included professors, coaches and other Greek members) would be impressed that I could open the refrigerator with my wing bones. My sorority sisters racked their brains. I contemplated taking up singing lessons. Until one day, dancing around my dorm room, I realized my skill. Lip-syncing to rap songs.
I’m as white as they come. I wear clothes from The Gap. I burn if I get too much sun. But I’ve always loved rap music. Not the hardcore, gangster rap, but the fun kind that makes you want to dance.
So that night, with the help of a few alcoholic beverages, I got up on stage, and with my best guy friend Tim up there to help me, I lip-synched Shoop from Salt N Pepa…
…And the crowd went wild.
Here I am: a white girl, who couldn’t dance, who couldn’t sing, who wouldn’t know rhythm if it slapped her in the face. And I had the crowd on its feet. Even the judges. Forget the girls that really could dance, or really could sing, or even twirl fire, I made them laugh.
So what’s my theme song? Why Shoop, of course. Every time I hear it I remember. Standing, although slightly inebriated, in front of 500 people, and dancing like I didn’t care. That was freshman year. And until the day I graduated, people still came up to me and told me how much they loved that I did that. And when I reunite with my sorority sisters, Shoop is always the first song requested.
I'd like to tell you that this is a story about courage, and breaking stereotypes. But it's not. It's about making people laugh. And what a sense of accomplishment I had.
I didn’t win, but I sure did come in runner-up! That darn fire-twirling girl won. Whateva.
Ummm, you're packed and you're stacked 'specially in the back
Brother, wanna thank your mother for a butt like that (thanks, Mom)
Can I get some fries with that shake-shake bootie?
If looks could kill you would be an uzi
You're a shotgun - bang! What's up with that thang?
I wanna know how does it hang?
Straight up, wait up, hold up, Mr. Lover
Pardona my French. I've been waiting for Typepad to fix this problem I'm having with my photos for a week and it ain't happening.
So I'll tell you why I've been MIA for oh a week or so. Not only was yesterday my LAST DAY, not only do I start the new job in a week, but we bought a house!
Drumroll...
It's not finalized, still going back and forth on a few things...But isn't it SWEET? It's in a very old part of Baltimore called Homeland - right near Loyola if you know where that is. It's a big neighborhood with more than 1,000 houses!
Needs some work. I've checked out 25 kitchen remodeling books from the library over the last week. But the bones are good. All brick, all hardwood floors, big windows, slate roof, built-in bookcases, and a nice big fenced in yard (with a wabbit!) for Charmer. All the garages are detached.
...And 65 years-old! (My mom said she was excited to be in a house that was older than her).
So hopefully Typepad will figure out my screwy photo problem soon and I can post some more pics. In the meantime, thank you for all your well-wishes on leaving my job. I wasn't one bit sad on my last day, which I think was a definite sign I did the right thing.
It's 70 and sunny here - hope you all have as beautiful a weekend wherever you are.
XOXO
