Way Back Wordful Wednesday: (Not Quite) Fast & Furious

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Next week's topic is all about the very first movie you ever saw in theaters.  Was it a comedy?  Was it a cartoon classic?  Was it a horror movie?  Get those memories ready and let us know!


This week's topic is: Your First Car!


I was an average teenager, taking driver's ed when I was 15 yrs 8 mths old, but didn't actually get my actual driver's license until I was almost 17. I don't remember why that was, but that's how it happened.


Anyway, one chilly winter day, I woke up. My mom was all excited. She told me to get dressed. Then she took me to the door, explaining the whole while that she really hoped I liked it. She opened the door, and there, waiting for me was my very first car.

A 1979 Bumblebee yellow Honda CVCC 5-speed hatchback. Purchased from my grandfather's wife by my mother. It wasn't the fabulous muscle cars that were the in thing back in 1988, but it was a car. And, best of all?


It was MINE. All mine.  And it lasted all of about a week.


Yes, I said a week. And it didn't break down on me. Nope.

I totaled it.

First, in my newborn drivers inexperience, I pulled out in front of a motorcycle that was hiding in the sun, and damaged my Bumblebee's front end (He was okay. It was a neighborhood and we were all obeying speed limits and stop signs).


Yeah, but it takes more then that to total a Honda, especially an old one, you say?


You are right. This did not total it. The next accident happened 4 days after that one. It only involved myself, and my mother was right behind me when it happened...


We were taking the Bumblebee to the repair shop to get the dent fixed in the front end. The sky clouded over, turning grey, and a light drizzle began falling, just enough to make the road a little wet, and slick. Add to this the fact that I could not and WOULD NOT go through a yellow light (and yes, I still scratch my head today trying to figure out what that was all about) and you've got the makings of an accident just waiting to happen


Of course, Murphy's Law would dictate that there be at least one yellow light along my way, just as it is drizzling it's hardest. I put my brakes on. I feel the car swerve on the wet pavement. I oversteer. It swerves across the right lane, through the turning lane, bounces off the cement side of the grass median and a telephone pole, landing smack in the middle of the center intersection turning lane, and rolling into the center median.


My mom pulled over, came rushing to my car, and do you think that she even cared that I had just done a car bounce from one end of the highway clear to the other side?


"Now look what you did!" she screamed, pointing at the huge dent in my rear passenger wheel well. I was shaking, knees buckling, standing in the middle of the center turning island and staring at the huge dent in my Bumblebee.


And I started crying.

I don't remember much of what happened after that except that was the last time I ever saw that car again. Once my mom's shock wore off, she did check on me and make sure I wasn't hurt. I do have a vague memory of a guilt-induced trip to the ice cream parlor later that day. Thanks mom!

What was your first car? Tell me your story and link up. Link up your wordless/wordful wednesday posts, too!! Happy Wednesday!!

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Way Back Wordful Wednesday: The ShamPOO that Started It All

Welcome to Way Back Wednesday with The Adventures of Goober Grape & Monkey Man, The Life of a Sippy Cup Mom!, The Scoop on Poop! and introducing our newest hostess The Nerdy Katie!

Victoria had to step out of doing WBW to make her blog a little more family centered, and we are certainly going to miss her. She's still going to pop in once in a while to add to our WBW links. We know we had to find someone special to fill Victoria's shoes, and Katie was the first person who came to mind! Please welcome her with loving, open arms.

Last week's sports memories were great, There are lots of athletic bloggers out there! And the Little Blond Girl's glasses really completed her uniforms (Jess, we love you!).

Next week's topic is....first dates! Start thinking about those memories. It can be either the very first date you ever went on or your first date with your spouse!

This week's WBW is about first jobs. I remember my first job fondly. I made a whole $2.12 an hour. I was RICH!! Woot Woot Woot!! I was also 14. I had a job many of my friends envied because it also got me discounts. And discounts when you are 14 are where its at, especially when it came to hair.

Why was my first job so special? I was a shampoo girl! I worked for the Hair Cuttery. I even made tips! I got to scrub scrub scrub all day long, and get my hair cut for practically free!

I remember through the misty fog of old age that surrounds my teenage memories....
---the little old lady that came in once a week just for the lone purpose of having her hair washed. She was the sweetest little thing. Her white hair was as soft as I always imagined a cloud would be.
---learning that the less you wash your hair, the healthier it is. That has always stuck with me. (Boy am I glad that you can't see me through the monitor. I'm a hot mess more often then not in the mornings or late nights when I'm blogging. Hahaha).
---sitting at the reception desk and making appointments and counting the till.
---being taken under a hairdresser's wing. I don't remember her name anymore, but I do remember her. If school hadn't gotten in the way, I think I probably would have learned so skillz through her.

This was a fantastic starter job for me. It paved the way for McDonalds, cashiering, waitressing, etc for the rest of my life. Plus? It gave me a feeling of accomplishment having my own money to get the things I wanted.

Make sure you link up below so I can come check your post out!! Happy Hump Day!!!

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A Beautiful Mess
Unofficial Mom

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This post is also a part of WOW hosted by Liz @ a belle, a bean & a chicago dog.

Way Back Wordful Wednesday-The Blind Date

Welcome to Way Back Wednesday with The Adventures of Goober Grape and Monkey Man, The Life of a Sippy' Cup Mom!, Our Life With Jake! and introducing The Scoop on Poop...our newest hostess with the most-ess!

We hope you'll join in and have some fun!

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This week's topic:

What Are Your Favorite Memories From Your Prom/Homecoming/School Dance?

(Pictures are NOT required...some of us have to scan photos and may not have the ability to do so ::coughStephcough::)

You mean you've never had a date that was as stiff as cardboard?

One of my favorite movies ever is Footloose. And not just because I love to watch Kevin shakin his bacon, either. You see, I can totally relate to the movie. I grew up in a private school with the same rigid rules as the town had in the movie. We didn't dance, we didn't hold hands, we didn't do a lot of normal, teenagery things (and yes, I totally made that word up.). 

We did, however, have "Banquets".

*shudder* It was like a bad production of an Oscar night. Fancy dresses, funny looking dates, speeches...

Not to mention dinner. Dinner was probably the worst. I mean who serves spaghetti to a group of 16 and 17 yr old girls wearing PROM dresses? I know, right?!?

Believe it or not, back in high school I was not popular. I had a very small class with a very tight clique, that I just never fit into. This meant that no one wanted to ask me to be their date. I wasn't going stag, and my BFF, Tracy, was going with her boyfriend, a boy from outside the school. 

Yes, rebel she is. AND she even set me up with her cousin. Whom I never met. So, not only did I not have a date to the banquet, but I had a BLIND date.

I get ready in excitement. I'm decked out to the 9's in my little light blue vintage dress, feeling a burst of confidence since my very tiny aunt had once worn the same dress. My hair done just right, the makeup piled on yet looking barely there. I was a hot little number.

I arrive at my friend's house and finally meet my date. 

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I kid you not. He was even shorter then me. I was MORTIFIED. I was expecting JFK, Jr and I got Steve Buscemi, instead. I was totally bummed. 

As sad as I am to say it, from that point on, I don't really remember much of the banquet (except the spaghetti, because my grandma never forgave me for the spaghetti stain on the gorgeous vintage dress).

My best memory from the night, though? My crush of 4 years telling me that I looked beautiful. I will NEVER, ever forget that moment. I would date all the Steve Buscemi's in the world for that compliment back then. Thanks Rick. You totally turned my night into a fantastic memory.

As for Footloose. we are still trying to convince that school that there is a time for everything...

What is your best memory from a school dance?

Link up and share today!

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