Archive | March, 2014

The Time Satan Stole my Phone

21 Mar

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One day, a friend of mine and I were sitting on steps to a building late at night. Enjoying the summer night air and talking about the never ending and always interesting subject of boys (or men in some cases).

As the night wore on, and all the supportive phrases of “You deserve so much better” and “Hunny, he doesn’t know how good he has it” ¬†were articulated, we were¬†looking forward to a comfortable sleep from a cycle of venting and cheerleading.

Upon my arrival home, I realized I didn’t have my phone on me. I searched around the house, using my friend’s phone to call mine, I played the electronic version of hide and seek. I backtracked my steps to where we were last, but came up empty handed.

I put in one last call and the person on the other end in a deep voice said “Esta schubdt diegmbhf” and hung up the phone. Which pretty much means it was Satan, because who else talks in a deep voice backwards.

You got me this time Satan, but next time, I am going to have a voice recorder ready.

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Introductions to Stories I Don’t Want to Forget.

21 Mar

The day I was born I was smuggled across a border, I grew up in a forest with imaginary friends, I rode a galloping horse while riding on my knees, I ran for Daffodil Princess, I played competitive soccer, I started a recycling movement, I have pooped my pants many times, one time Satan stole my phone, I have lived in 7 countries, I have traveled to 20 countries and sometimes I forget that I have done all that.

I find that because I have been to so many places and done so many things that the people that I met at certain points in my life, only know me as that person. To no fault of their own, they view only a slice of a person before them. This instant, this person that works a job, that eats this food, that does that activity, but has no clue about all the other slices of life that came before me.

It would be interesting to have all the people I know, in the different sections of my life to be together at one time, sharing stories about past adventures.

Which made me yearn to write down these stories in hopes that they can be remembered. So that when I am 80 and reflecting back, the memory is not hazy (though that may be better for some stories).

Thus the section of “Stories I Don’t Want to Forget” was born. Happy Birthday to you, new blog category.