Happy Birthday Fwiz O Biz

Today is my sister Taylor's 17th (weird!) Birthday! For some reason I don't have any recent pictures of her on my computer so I had to use this one from dinner last night. She refused to make a normal face, but this is pretty typical for her. Here are 17 things about Tatsie:

1. She's a way good soccer player. She plays on a great Comp. team and will be team captain of her high school soccer team this coming fall.
2. She knows the lyrics to like every song, even the rap songs.
3. She is very non-judgemental.
4. She is a friend to everyone and is interested in all types of people.
5. She is our family's comic relief.
6. She loves You Tube.
7. She makes me feel good about my clothing style by every Sunday asking, "I borrow?"
8. She LOVES CPK pizzas.
9. She is a great listener and always seems interested in what you have to say (except when she's texting).
10. She's obsessed with text messaging.
11. She's BEAUTIFUL!
12. She's very humble and doesn't like attention. (except she went through a phase of flexing her biceps a lot)
13. She drives a blue VW Bug with a Yo Amo El Salvador sticker.
14. She is way good with kids, they love her.
15. She worked a burger place called Take 5 for a few weeks. Someone ordered a Fresh Lime. She didn't know that a Fresh Lime was a drink and handed the guy a lime.
16. She has a ear for the piano. She took lessons for several years but can play a lot of songs by ear.
17. She has an eye for photography and is very artistically creative.

I have a couple more...
18. She had surgery when she was a baby to remove a big lump above her eye. Her nickname then was Lumpy Keeg.
19. She was super scared of spiders and tornadoes when she was little.
20. She is easily embarrassed by her family.
21. She is a GREAT sister!!

Happy Birthday Tay, Tay-Tay, Fwiz, Fwiz o Biz, Biz, Biznatch, Tatsie, Lumpy Keeg, Sqeak, Taylow, Taylor!

Before I Go Private

I still want all you lovely folks to be able to view my blog (cuz I still wanna view yours) but I need to invite ya'll by email. I have most people's email's but not everyone's. Please send me your email so I can add you...heidiherway@gmail.com

Going Private

I've decided it's kinda freaky and weird that anyone can look at my blog and I don't even have to know about it. Therefore, I'm setting my blog to private. I'm not sure how to do it yet, but when I figure it out, I'll let you (those of you who I know) know what my new blogspot is.

Why?

My last blog brought back another memory. This memory was also brought back at the aforementioned assembly. This is where one of the most embarrassing experiences of my life took place. It was early spring of 2001. Student Body Elections were coming up and for some reason I thought I should run. I am still baffled as to why I thought I should do this, but I did. I'm pretty sure it's just because teenagers logic totally sucks and their brains aren't fully developed.

Like I said, people were starting to run for Student Body Government positions. I decided VERY last minute to run for Student Body Historian. This job would require poster making, photography, and scrapbooking skills mainly. I know, SO awesome, who wouldn't want this job? Well, as it is commonly known I was NOT a good student in high school and all the candidates had to have a certain GPA and attendance record. I don't remember the details but somehow I found out last minute that I could still qualify. I had to get all my teachers to sign a paper saying they approved of me running. I distinctly remember having difficulties getting my history teacher, Mr. Smith, to sign my paper. He DESTESTED me. I still do not know why, but he seriously, seriously hated me. I don't even remember how I got him to sign it, but somehow the paper was signed. I was able to turn my application in the day everything was due. The next day was the SBO assembly. For this assembly, I had to come up with a skit. I know, skit equals embarrassing, and magnified when in front of the entire student body. I also had to make posters and come up with a slogan for this. I actually think I had 2 or 3 days to do this now that I think about it, but still, hardly any time at all. Through all of this craziness I never stopped to think about whether I might actually win. Had I stopped and really thought about this, I could have saved myself a world of embarrassment. My slogan I came up with was "Life in the Fast lane". Don't know what the hell that had to do with anything, but that was my slogan. Something about living senior year in the fast lane. Whatev. I made my posters and put them all over the school, forced my friends to be in my skit, and we practiced like the night before, and I stayed up the entire night making a stupid banner. Since the whole weird fast lane thing was my apparent theme, I used a Limp Bizkit song that had the phrase "life in the fast lane in it". The skit involved Razor Scooters, that embarrassing song, and my friends and I wearing biker clothes. I still owe my friends SO SO much for subjecting themselves to the same humilation, although I was way more embarrassed because my NAME was attached to all of this. Our auditorium has 3 or 4 lanes that go in between the sections of seats. My friends and I started at the back of the auditorium and when the music started rode our scooters done the aisles, down to the front. Then, as I recall we did some kind embarrassing Razor Scooter routine. It's hard to convey the embarrassment of this experience. I can't even believe I was able to type all of this. I don't think I've been able to verbalize this story since it happened.

Well, elections happened that day or something and big surprise, I didn't win. I cried when I found out I didn't win, but I don't feel bad for my past self at all. Helloooo, you were wearing biker clothes, riding a scooter, and had Limp Bizkit playing for crying out loud! Plus, you weren't even that popular. Sorry, but you weren't.

Oh the joys of reliving past trauma. I hope you all enjoyed this little journey into my past. I'm really glad most of you weren't there to see the real thing.

Beauty Queens

I stole these pictures off Lara's blog because the pictures I took didn't turn out well at all. Anyway, Taylor was nominated to be a candidate for Prom Queen at her school. Our very handsome nephew, Zane, escorted Taylor down to the stage at the Prom Assembly. Aren't they both beautiful?! I sure think so.

The assembly was pretty funny for a couple of reasons. First of all, I realized that as much as Taylor seems to like attention around the family (she's definitely the comic relief in our family), she does NOT like attention by way of the entire student body. All the candidates (maybe 15 girls and 15 guys) had to do a choregraphed (how the heck do you spell that?) dance. Taylor is the bomb soccer player but dancing is not her thing, nor is it mine or anyone else in my family. She did a good job but I could tell by her facial expression that she was DYING the whole time. Second, I realized that high school is so retarded! I remember thinking that high school was going to be the highlight of my entire life when I was in middle school. I remember seeing my friends older siblings going to football games, dances, getting nominated for stuff, and thinking it was the coolest thing in the entire world. I can say all of this because Taylor never reads my blog and if she did she probably wouldn't care anyway. I will have to rememeber that when I'm a mom of a teenager, which will be in like 18 years or something, that when you're in high school this kind of stuff is a really big deal even if it seems completely ridiculous. Taylor didn't win and luckily she couldn't have cared any less. If I had been nominated for P.Q. in high school (I wasn't) I probably would have cried if I lost because I was dramatic like that.

It was just funny to be back at a high school assembly with a totally different perspective.