Preppy Girl's Guide

So, as some of you know, Galoot gave me this ginormous gift certificate for Christmas. It will provide acrylic nail service for several months and I couldn't be more pleased about that! A french manicure 24-7 is right up this preppy girl's alley. I got them done last night and heard some really cool news...

The girl who does my nails is beautiful. Long hair, tiny waist, hard body, great smile - She is only a couple of years younger than me but looks about 18. I would basically hate her if I didn't just LOVE her. She's gotta be one of the nicest people I have ever met (either that or she's really workin' for an awesome tip). Seriously though, she's awesome.

Anyhoo, about a year ago, she decides she's going to try out for the local NFL team's cheerleading squad. She hired a personal trainer and started taking gymnastic lessons - no small feat for a woman in her early 30's. She sorta kept it under wraps until she'd made it to the final cut. Well, as you've probably guessed - she made it.

We started talking about it a few weeks ago. She said, "you probably think this is dumb but..." I was like "THAT IS SO COOL. I'm totally jealous." I then proceeded to tell her my whole blackballed-from-cheerleading story. Like to hear it? - here it go...

I was the captain of the "city" cheerleading squad (not school affiliated, it was a citywide football league). I cheered there for two years then decided to try out for the squad at my school. A lot of the girls would transition from the city league to the school league at a certain age. A lot of the girls on my squad tried out at our school that year. I figured being the captain (meaning you got the highest score during tryouts) I was a lock. Uh, not so fast. I would like to mention at this point that for whatever freaking reason, the current chearleading squad at the school (a bunch of 13 year olds) were judging and choosing the new members for the squad. WTF? Apparently, unbeknownst to me, there was a girl on the squad who simply could not stand me - and yeah, she freaking blackballed me. I was the ONLY girl from city league who didn't make it, and I was crushed. For whatever reason, it's still something that sticks with me to this day. And it's not so much that I didn't get to cheer (I'm probably a better person for it) - it's that a girl who didn't like me (which is ludicrous because I am the nicest person in the world to a fault) was able to have so much clout. GAHHHH! Okay, today's purge over.

So my friend who made the NFL squad said she'd carry a picture of me while she cheered so she could "live our dream" for us. I told you she was awesome.

-R- has put out the old prom pic challenge and I've never been one to shy away - even if it will make me look like a total freak. So, here goes:

I would like to point out that I am NOT taller than this guy but for some reason I seem to be approaching amazon status in this picture. I'm guessing it has something to do with the 2 inches of poof on top of my head. I do remember freaking LOVING this dress which I got at Bloomingdale's in Boca while on spring break. It had a HUGE fugly pink taffeta rose on it which I promptly removed once I got it home. I called it the M&M dress because it had all different colored dots embroidered on it. This dress is awesome, and I still have it somewhere.

Now onto the story of my date. I was TOTALLY in love with this guy. He was a friend of my brother's and was attending the local community college at the time. I had a huge crush on him but he was keeping me in the "friend zone." He very kindly agreed to take me to the prom though (as "friends" of course). Here's the funny part. The night before the prom, he decides, for whatever god forsaken reason, to get a perm. Yes, a perm. This is not the worst part. Although it is not noticeable in this picture, he had a 3 inch long chemical burn across his entire forehead. Poor guy - we called him "Perm Burn" for the next two years.

So, whatever happened to Perm Burn* you ask? Well, about a year later, we totally fell in love and dated for 6 months, at which point I got scared and broke up with him. DOCTOR Perm Burn is now married with two kids (and I heard from his sister he's moving back to town). Guess I missed the boat on that one (just kidding of course honey!) Galoot's former college girlfriend is also a doctor so I guess we both aimed lower. :)

Here's a funny pic of Mr. Social and me from that night (he took my best friend - again, "friend zone"). He looks so late 80's (oh... and I guess I do too).

*Disclaimer: Dr. Perm is a very cool guy and this post is in no way trying to poke fun at him - just his nasty perm burn.

We definitely had the most wonderful St. Patty's day! Galoot started early by cooking his corned beef Friday night. I was really proud he stayed up so late cooking as we were all stuffed so full of the fish fry we had for dinner, we could hardly move.

We spent all of Saturday cleaning, and cooking (oh - and Galoot had to snow-blow the foot of snow that had fallen the night before!) Galoot pretty much stayed in the kitchen and I moved around the rest of the house like Mr(s). Clean. We were both well behaved (no swearing fits from either of us) and the party actually went off without a hitch. You would all have enjoyed the shepherd's pie and corned beef. Galoot outdid himself once again. My mother-in-law brought a fine assortment of soda bread, beer bread and raspberry scones (this is clearly where Galoot got some of his cooking genes - AND from the Kentucky Colonel who is also a fine cook!) Patty's pot on ya! (thanks to my anonymous commenter who confirmed my family is not alone in our Patty's-pot-on-ya wishes!).

Sunday was spent cleaning (though I did clean up party dishes into the wee hours of Sunday morning after Galoot passed out - one too many Irish whiskeys I gather). I watched a Trading Spaces episode from Montréal (and thought of Stinkypaw) then watched the Rock 'n' Roll hall of fame induction of REM by Eddie Vedder (and thought of Princess who had a mock affair with Mr. Vedder). For some reason, I then watched the movie Flipper and REALLY missed living in South Florida. I am SO over all this snow. I hear it may actaully break 40 degrees tomorrow. Let's hope...