Share Your World ~ Week 24

Time for a little Share Your World this week.

Each week, Cee provides the blogging world with some questions. Our task, should we choose to accept it, is to answer them. Whether or not that are the truth or fiction is really up to us though. And let’s just admit it, sometimes what we think is true is just our happy perception or wish to cover up the reality we may not want to have to look at.

So here we go:

What is the most fun thing you did in school?

FUNNIEST: In highschool, I was a cheerleader. At football games, we typically had these large plastic hoops that we covered in paper that had some painted scene on it. It was a complete event. We cheerleaders would get together during the week and assemble and paint these six- or seven-foot in “hoop covers.” Of course these were social events where we would chit chat about cute boys, demanding teachers and stupid homework. Oh, and of course our parents who could NOT possibly understand us.

Anyway, at the beginning of the game and at half time, we would hold up the hoop for the football players to burst through. At one particular game though, they decided to run passed the hoop, which was frankly kind of rude. So we all just stood there for a second looking dumb, but pretending to cheer. After nearly all the players congregated near the hoop they had just walked passed, a few players decided to crash through it. The problem here was that the cheerleaders had started to walk off the field. Me, being next to the hoop on the inside edge of the field, wound up being perfectly positioned right in front of the hoop. Next thing I know, I hear my name being screamed as I saw feet and helmets bursting through the festively painted paper…towards me.

Fortunately, I was only trampled by a couple of players. And since I didn’t really have time to react and tense up, I left unscathed. Well, I had some cleat marks on the stomach area of my uniform. Decades later though…no shit, there I was at a hotel mindlessly watching America’s Funniest Videos when I saw the scene replayed for the Nation. Wait. Does that mean I should get a royalty check from that episode or something?!

FUN: In college, I was a radio disc jockey and totally loved it. Being a freshman, I got the crappy hours of course. But, I was a freshman on the radio so who really cared back then! Once a week, from 2-6 in the morning, I spun records, classic rock. I am sure I was horrible as I mispronounced names of well-know rockers, told lame jokes, and rambled on with useless banter. However, I had a blast! Oh, and my “potty-break” song was almost alway Hotel California because it gave me time to run to the bathroom and get back before the song was over. (There was no programing of songs back then. Just push play on the disc and cue the cart for a PSA. And there certainly wasn’t anyone else in the studio at that hour.)

As an extra bonus, I was also a “news chick” one morning of the week for both the classic rock and alternative rock stations during the “rush hour.” I would troll through the AP News Wire and put together bits of news and banter with the morning DJs. These DJS were the senior though as they got the prime morning hours and had way cooler radio personalities than us freshman.

Two fun facts about that time:

  1. One morning, I was cruising back to my room on my bicycle when I hit a patch of ice. Let’s just say I know how it feels to fly and that I was happy I had layers of clothes on and thick gloves. Oh, I was also happy that it was not even 7 am yet so the normally busy college campus was pretty empty of witnesses.
  2. After Spring Break, I was bantering with the cool senior DJs while I was acting as the “news chick.” During that banter I casually slipped out the fact that I got married over Spring Break. It’s all on tape and is quite funny. I just need to find a cassette player and transfer it to disc so you all could hear it one day.

What is your favorite type of dog?  (can be anything from a specific breed, a stuffed animal or character in a movie)

My favorite dog of all times is Copper from The Fox and the Hound. Since I was a child, I adored this movie and its message about being able to be friends with someone who you “shouldn’t be.” The voices of the characters will always be in my memory, “friends forever.”


You are invited to a party that will be attended by many fascinating people you never met.  Would you attend this party if you were to go by yourself?

Tough call. I am not normally a socialite at a party unless I am working as the photographer. (Not sure why the camera provides me with the courage to walk up to strangers when I myself cannot do it. Nonetheless, it does.) BUT….fascinating people who I would love to me and the opportunity to actually go is tempting. I think if I did not go, I would regret it. And I have done so many other things by myself….so why not. I just might bring the camera to give me courage though.

Complete this sentence:  Never In My Life Have I…. 

Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up? 

This week was wonderfully simple. I went to work. I worked out. I went to a movie with my boyfriend one night and dinner another. (We were celebrating one year of dating! Who who!)  I even managed to squeeze in an oil change for the car. It may sound boring, but it was perfect. It was like life, real life that was filled with contentment.

The bonus of the week was seeing the first few vegetables come out of the garden. And holy smokes batman, that Miracle Grow and full-time garden manager, aka dad, are paying off. Look at the size of these zucchini and squash!


As for what I am looking forward to…I would have to say that would be my girl trip. I am going to meet up with three gals who I was deployed to Iraq with back in 2005-2006. One of them just had a baby so we are all getting together to meet the newest, and most adorable girl, to the group. Margaritas, baby coos, and chats with Army buddy friends…what more could a girl want in her week? A handsome and supportive guy who will pick her up from the airport shuttle? Consider that checked too.




Extravagance? No Problem!

I like to think that I am pretty frugal and low maintenance most days. But, if I had unlimited funds for a full day of extravagance, I could make some changes.

The day would begin with ALL of my friends and family waking up at some tropical resort that we have all to ourselves. And when I say, all my friends, I mean all of them, which is why I may need a resort.

The group would start with those friends from high school (and their families) who I haven’t seen in years but still chat with now and then. Oh yeah, they would be there so we could catch up and have the reunion that I missed due to a military mission. Then, there would be all my good military friends (and their families) who I have met on deployments and training events. They would have to be there since we are all over the globe and life makes it hard to see each other regularly. Family is a must too of course. They would all be there with their immediate clans. This group would include the aunts, uncles, cousins, nieces, nephews and even the ex in-laws who still like me. The final click in the group would be my new blog friends. They would have to be there too! How could I explain this wonderful day and say money was unlimited and not invite them? Now that would just be rude. Plus, if my blogging friends were all there, they would have stories, poems, and pictures of all the things I may possible miss!

Now that you know that attendees of the event, I can move on to the actual day….

Like I said earlier, we all wake up in our flower-smelling, fresh-breeze resort rooms. Each person has the smoothest Egyptian cotton sheets on their beds. Stunningly gorgeous waiters deliver fresh-squeezed orange juice, steaming coffee and pastries. Some stay in bed for their breakfast. Others may get up. Their choice, of course. I get up and sit on the deck that overlooks the breathtaking sunrise. The colors blend so much that you can’t tell where one begins and the other ends. As I stare at the sunrise over the endless beach, the breeze tickles my bronzed skin. I can hear the seagulls chirp and people start to move about.

The rest of the morning is spent on the beach and by the pool. Everyone gathers. While we all mingle about there are endless activities for us and our loved ones. There are powerful red, white and blue jet skis and boats at our disposal. Rainbow colored bouncy contraptions are just off the shore for the kids…and fun adults. There is a special section of the beach/ocean that is roped off that has dolphins in it for kids to touch and learn about. Neon purple and orange parasails flutter around the sparkling blue ocean. Close by the white sand beach is a small hiking trail that gives the most spectacular view of the beach. (This is where I would find most of my photography blogging friends I bet.)

While everyone is busy choosing what activities to do, they are in want of nothing. There are endless waiters there to serve them any drinks, snacks, books, or beach items they can think of. They want for nothing.

After a few hours in the sun, we all go over to a shady area of the resort. It is covered in lush greenery and an array of delicate flowers. (No need to worry, the flowers are abundant enough to allow all my photography blogging friends endless subjects.) A flowing waterfall and small saltwater pond are the dominate feature of the area. The cool water is crystal clear, which makes seeing the tropical fish easy. But, just in case you need to see more, there is a glass floor to the pond that can be viewed by walking into the room under the pond. The viewing room is like be in the water yourself! Tropical music starts playing and the smells of a luau waft through the area. We are served the juiciest fruits, most succulent vegetables and the tastiest meats. There is a river of drinks to choose from. Whatever you like. It is there.

Once we are full, everyone heads back to their rooms or wherever else they chose to go. I personally would take some alone time after mingling all morning and afternoon. I would go to a private beach area and have the view all to myself. I would read and nap in one of those draped beach beds. It’s perfect.

Then some stunning man wakes me up and a team of people pamper me. I get a massage, manicure, pedicure, and hair styling. They are like the dream team of beauty makeovers. After their work, I am ready for an evening ball.

When I walk into the ball, everyone stares. I look like a version of Cinderella. (Only older of course.) A beautiful floor-length, pale-blue gown of silk flows around me, hugging in all the right places. Iridescent gems cover the bodice, sparkling in the light. My hair of bouncy blonde waves that never go flat (Is that even possible?) cascade down the open back of my dress. And of course, I have elegant glass heels that are actually comfortable. (Again, I might be reaching here.)

I descend down the staircase (without falling) and into arms of the same stunning man who brought me my breakfast and woke me up from my nap. He escorts me over to my table and then sits by my side. (This place has some excellent service. Doesn’t it?) The dinner is full of sophistication and fun. I mingle with everyone. We laugh and share stories. A slide show of all the poems and pictures the bloggers created during the day play on a screen for all of us to enjoy. The longer stories have been printed and are laying about the room for people to read. As the dinner wraps up, there is a presentation. I thank everyone for coming and present my closest and dearest friends to the mass. We share some short stories with the crowd. Just before we end the event though, I give everyone in the big group some great gift. It is different for everyone of course as no one gift fits all. So the gifts range from iPads to a year’s worth of wine to new cameras. Everyone is happy as my prior research paid off on what to get them all.

The mass group leaves but my dearest of friends stay. We move to a comfy lounge and talk. It is a special moment to have all of my closest of friends in one place at one time as this has never happened. Coming from different times in my life, these people have never had the chance to meet. This is the chance. But our time is almost up and we have to wrap it up. Before they leave though, I give one last gift to my besties. Each of them gets some exuberant amount of money. Money that will let them retire. Money that will give them peace and security. Money that will allow them to live out their dreams. For my besties, they will suffer no more. They will no longer struggle. And seeing the smiles on their faces is the best way to end my fancy day.


For the Daily Prompt ~ Feeling Fancy.