Thursday, December 08, 2005

Misty, Watercolored Memories...

I found this on Revmom's site - Cheesehead in Paradise. Its a hoot! Give it a try:

Please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL MEMORY OF YOU AND ME. It can be anything you want--good or bad--BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE. When you're finished, post this paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you.

28 comments:

Princess of Everything (and then some) said...

Oh Rachel! Remember that time when you entered your recipe into the Pillsbury Bake Off and you got picked?? And you were allowed to take one person to help you and you took me! Remember how you were so excited that you almost broke off the heel of your high heeled shoe when they announced your name and you went running onto the stage?!?!

SpookyRach said...

Mindy - Who knew the judges would've been so impressed with my homemade Oreo cookie knockoffs? That's why I've stayed away from cooking contests since then - they've really sold out. Its just too commercial.

cheesehead said...

Mindy--you should try her borscht. Why else would we be in Gdansk? ( Russian beet-themed cook off.) Their hats aren't even cute!

But we'll always have Lech...

SpookyRach said...

Revmom - Good ol' Lecherous Lech. I haven't done a lot with beets since I saw you smear the yourself (and the stage) with them in that performance art piece you did in Paris during fashion week '87. I just can't eat them after that.

SpookyRach said...

Please ignore extraneous "the" in preceeding comment.


GOSH!
I'm such an IDIOT!
I guess I'll just go eat some tots.

cheesehead said...

Hey!!! I thought this was all about memories of you!

But since we're on the subject of Paris...why do you insist on standing under the Eiffel Tower imitating Marcel Marceau every dang time we are there?

Break out of that damn invisible box, already!

SpookyRach said...

It IS all about me, but since we are so tight and all, its like all our memories are linked. As for the Happy Marcel show - I was just trying to make you notice me. Couldn't you see me there in that box, hurting on the inside?

Running2Ks said...

Rach, remember that time you and I sang Karaoke in that bar in Munich? And everyone danced on the tables, toasting us? It was such a blast. I loved your rendition of "Total Eclipse of the Heart." But our cheerleading routine to "Mickey" was my favorite part.

Princess of Everything (and then some) said...

~SHEEZE~ Yes everyday with the walking against wind while walking down the hallway wiping imaginary tears off of her face.

SpookyRach said...

RTK - Oh, yeah! I still know all the motions for the cheerleading thing! Sometimes I do it in yoga class. The instructor looks at me real weird-like.

Princess of Everything (and then some) said...

She STILL wears that cheerleading skirt! I think that is why she won the Pillsbury Cook off.

cheesehead said...

STOP! My sides hurt from laughing!

Running2Ks said...

Rach, you didn't say you spilled borscht on your card. For shame!

SpookyRach said...

Its hard to mime and borscht at the same time. Gimme a break!

Running2Ks said...

Do you think there is an invention like white borscht (like white grape juice was created)? And I think you should look into a laminator. All the kewl kids have one ;)

little david said...

Rachel, I still tear up when I remember that evening in San Jose. It seems so funny in retrospect that it started as a simple entry in a flower arranging competition. When the registrar asked for the name of our arrangement, I thought it was enough to just state "Do You Know the Way to San Jose?", but then you started singing. I have to tell you, I got chill bumps as I saw all those other contestants drawn to our table, dreamily gazing as you switched from bossa nova to ragtime style. What an evening that was! I can't even remember if our arrangement placed second or third in class, but to this day I can't see larkspur and black iris without humming that great tune. Thanks for the memories!

SplineGuy said...

Wow, you seem to have so many friends in spite of your evil streak. I still haven't forgiven you for pantsing me in front of the whole church.

C. Wright said...

How well I remember seeing you dance in the Nutcracker Ballet. You were so dainty and cute in your little pink tutu and pink satin pointe shoes. All eyes were on you as you completed each movement so perfectly. Every arabesque, en pointe, and grand lete were outstandingly graceful. I was more than proud because I had been your teacher and mentor but I knew after this you could no longer study with me. But after one pirouette too many you turned green and hurled Christmas cookies all over the stage. Humiliated, you ran off crying that you would never dance nor wear pink again. After this you defected your country, changed your name from Anastasia and became a spy in France I heard.

Patti said...

I'll never forget that day in gym class when someone finally womped that bully. It was you! This may have been your first superhero move, but you were giving hints that you were headed in this direction since the 1st grade.
We were all sick of watching that bully terrorize that little girl with the thick glasses (you know, the one who works for google now) but we never did anything about it. Until you did! It started out all routine, the snide remarks, teasing, threats, the poor litle girl trying to ignore it, then, BANG! The bully was on her back, and you were standing over her - fists raised, hair flying, chest heaving, and eyes gleaming with righteousness. You didn't even flinch during in-house suspension. And from that day forward you were our very own Wonder Spookyrach.

jonboy said...

Remember that time when we were but wee little kids and we found that six-pack of beer in the alley ... (Wait a minute, you want made up memories.)

Remember that time we held a special Halloween church service in the cemetary? Who would have thought dad's church member would have gotten that upset? I mean, it was just a freakin' Ougi board and goat's blood for cryin' out loud.

jonboy said...

... church members ... members
I know dad preached at some small churches, but there were usually more than one.

SpookyRach said...

Oh my Lord! This is too funny! (So funny, that I may have to wait until tomorrow to post the cemetery blogging. Nah. I'll do it this afternoon.)

M. Hibou - I had only recently been able to get that song out of my head. Now it is back with a vengance, thank yew!

C. Write - Ah, yes. The Christmas cookies. It was immediately following this that my thoughts turned to borscht. (Extra points for being funny on so many levels.)

Patti - I'm really glad you got to be there when I first decided to use my powers for good. If it hadn't been for that incident, that durned old Lana Lane would never have survived high school. (Oh, wait. That was Superman, not me. I tend to get confused.)

Splineguy - You just wait until next Sunday, buddy boy!

Jonboy - hee hee! That was one well spent six pack, wasn't it?

Captainwow said...

late entry:

remember that time I blogged about one thing and then you blogged about another and then we commented on each other's blogs?

oh, wait. That did really happen.

Ok, so remember that one Christmas Eve when we ended up at Pinball Pete's and we were the oldest ones in there? And we kicked ASS on the skateboard machine/game thing and everyone stood around watching us and cheering us on? Ya, that was really great! And after, we went to the Riv and ate burgers and drank margaritas. One of the BEST Christmas EVES EVER!!!

Purechristianithink said...

Well, we did make a deal to tell NO ONE about the unfortunate episode with the stale fortune cookies, the Jamaican Rum and the Chippendale's dancer--so I won't include all the details here: just point out that is was a Valentine's Day to remember!

SpookyRach said...

CaptainWow - I really miss spending the holidays with you and the "gang". Who would've guess our reform school skills would come in handy like that?

PCIT - It'll be Frebruary again before you know it. Wonder where Rico is spending the holiday this year?

Renee said...

remember that time we were gonna go to the beach? And we got there and the tide was all red and smelly? Man I wish they would post signs or something before they make you pay for parking 'cuz that really sucked! But you made the best of it and built a HUGE sandcastle with "blood" dripping down it. Ha ha they even put your picture in the paper... but then the beach paper wasn't all that big.

SpookyRach said...

You know, I've tried entering the sand sculpting contests for the past several years, hoping to recreate that castle. The tides have so far refused to cooperate, though.

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