Thursday, April 7, 2011

Now Starring ... Me

When I was in middle school, I enjoyed 15 minutes of fame ... as a criminal.  Sorta.  And unfortunately for me (but fortunately for you ...) I have the pictures to illustrate the events of the crime.  And my stealthiness.

Let me set the scene for you ...

My family had taken a trip to Fort Collins, Colorado for a swim meet.  I don't remember much of the meet because I was there purely as a cheerleader.  I don't even remember cheering, but I do have a vague memory of sitting on a hard metal bleacher seat for several hours.  But it was for my sissy, so it was worth it, I'm sure.

We had some time after the meet to go miniature golfing and have dinner ... then the criminal activity began.  My parents had made arrangements for us to stay the night at a friend's house.  Actually, I think "friend" is probably a generous word ... more likely an acquaintance or fellow employee.  I'm not certain of the relationship between us and the home owners, but I'm quite certain that there had been limited verbal arrangements made prior to our stay.  Hence the crime.

Upon arriving at the house that evening, we found the doors locked.  All of them.  Hmmm ... that wasn't very helpful.  Following this unfortunate discovery, there ensued a rather lively discussion about our puzzling sleeping arrangements.  It didn't look good.

During this time, it was discovered that there was one window that was open a crack.  With a little work, we might be able to push it open far enough to climb through.  The problem was the height of the window.  Who could we lift high enough to shimmy through that opening?  Who, oh who?  Commence 15 minutes of fame:

I decided not use the "half in/half out" snapshot.

With just a little bit of wiggling and giggling, I was able to balance precariously on an up-ended cooler, hoist myself (with a bit of help from those down below) and shimmy my way through the window and into the bathtub.  Ta-dah!

Because of my cat-like skills, I made it possible for my family to sleep in a house instead of the car.  You're very welcome.

As for the crime ... seeing as we had permission to stay in the house, I don't think that it was really breaking and entering.  The crime committed that night was actually a crime against good fashion sense. The fact that we have living proof that I thought boxers layered over spandex and double layer socks stuffed in Birkenstocks was stylish is a crime too heinous to endure.  I shudder more at the memory of my wardrobe than I do the actual B&E.  ...shiver...

So ... there you have my 15 minutes of fame.  As for my wardrobe choice ... let's just say that was more infamous*, than famous.

(*Please go watch, "The Three Amigos" for a good definition.)

Prompt #2 from

Mama’s Losin’ It


  1. oh pleeeease post the in&out! it's one of my all-time favorites...and it re-emphasizes the fashion don'ts :)

  2. Haha, I agree with Linda. The half in/half out photo would have been great to see! :)

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  3. What a great story! I love it!!


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