memories like the corner of my mind

    so, it’s interesting how a name or a word can cause a flood of memories .  things you had not thought about in forever .  some one recently mentioned erma bombeck.  if you don’t know her, she is the witty author of such books as “if life is a bowl of cherries, what am i doing in the pits?”  i never read this book, but it was on the coffee table of the time share that my friend TK’s parents had.  we went there for a week the summer between 5th and 6th grade.  so someone mentioned good old erma and my brain was bombarded by a stream of memories.  i had decided that i was going to use my money to buy a lamp on this vacation.  yeah, imagine the looks of the parents when i dropped that bomb.  they abliged though.  they took me to the mall to look for a lamp.  i didn’t just want any lamp, i wanted one that was glass that could be filled with sea shells. oy, my f-tard days may have started on this trip.  in the end one of the daily house keepers took my change purse and i didn’t have money to get the lamp anyway.  that said, had i bought the lamp, i don’t know how i would have gotten it home on the plane.  hmmmm, maybe the parents took my money to save me from myself?!

     i also have visions of the other 3 girls on this trip (TK, her sister, who had been on a hungry hungry hippos commercial in the late 70’s early 80’s, and her friend) sitting in a row pealing each other’s sunburned skin.  as a greek girl, this was an activity that i had no need to participate in (this may have been where i developed a strong sense of superiority).
     famous big sister and friend also filled our beds with millions (or 10) of these little frogs that proceeded to poop all over our sheets.  TK was pulling them out of our beds and chucking them off the balcony, where they made a horrible smacking sound on the drive way below.
     the thing i remember most from this trip was when i was done.  finished being on.  through being the center of attention (hard to believe i know).  man, i just needed some rest.  see it was TK’s slumber party where i had broke out the charmin skit.  it is my firm belief that i was invited on this trip to entertain the family.  i learned i really am only good for about 3 days of “on time”.  even the funny need a vaca.

2 responses to “memories like the corner of my mind”

  1. JEM

    Beth. LOVE THE BLOG. remembering TK’s slumber parties and the Charmin stuffed pants…good times, good times. Keep bringing it.

  2. EH Shuba

    thanks J! it’s nice to have people out there that can confirm that my f-tardedness is not fabricated.


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