Blurbs from the Burbs by Chickysara

The economy has been hard on everyone and our household has not been exempt, so as a way to generate some sort of extra income, we participated in the neighborhood garage sale. Due to some heavy duty socializing the night before, I was not even close to being prepared for the early morning merchandising I would have to do on my driveway. As a result, we ended up with an unattractive mish mash of junk sprawled out on the lawn and part of the driveway. Unfortunately, the big ticket item that my girlfriend was supposed to bring over to lure customers never materialized as she too fell victim to the over-socializing the previous evening. Therefore, we were relying heavily on various strollers and large plastic vehicles that the boys had outgrown to draw in the crowd. I had been hanging on tenaciously to these items for years for sentimental reasons but the economy being what it is and my desire to make some extra cash for a sushi dinner and possibly a movie urged me to bid farewell to all ...

The other night, after literally years of planning, I finally got together with my girlfriend Ruthie. Ruthie and I were best friends in the 5 th grade. She has a memory like a steel trap. She remembers stuff that of which I have no recollection. Like the time we played hooky and hid in the bushes until the school bell rang. Then we walked to my house and considered smoking a cigarette that she had sneaked from her dad, but gave up without a fight after we realized we had no way of lighting it. Both of us remember distinctly the day I walked two and a half long blocks to her house with my mom’s padded bra attached to my sweater. In my rush to come over, I grabbed my sweater straight from the dryer and pulled it over my head without noticing that my mother’s flesh-colored, padded bra was spread across my back like a giant arachnid. When I got to Ruthie’s house, she took one look at me and broke out into hysterical laughter. I couldn’t figure out what she was in stitches over bec...

IM-ing with the Diva about America's Next Top M o del when I should be working: diva: i'm watching ANTM on youtube chicky: omg diva: this show is annoying but i'm addicteddddddddd! diva: i like love the dang show chicky: there's that one girl that looks so weird but her picture was good diva: ewwww with the big eyes??? chicky: yes m'am diva: i JUST got to her diva: just now chicky: she's scary diva: her eyes are freaky! diva: and she loves blood diva: she's freakin weird diva: i hate her hair chicky: like if i ran into her in a dark hallway i would run away screaming chicky: okay but TELL me that tyra is not so full of tyra chicky: i mean hello chicky: she needs to get a new wardrobe chicky: and quit dressing like a drag queen diva: i know!!! seriously! diva: i absolutely love miss jay's bowl haircut!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! diva: he looks SMASHING with his bowtie