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Glory Days

Friday, July 25th, 2008

Day before yesterday, the family and I had to make a detour from the lake to Athens on the way home; Todd had to return a bike that they didn’t use for a shoot last week, and so i called my friend Opel to meet us for lunch. We had the dog and kids with us, so Taco Stand (Milledge, of course) was an obvious choice. I had already dragged Todd there during some portion of our courtship; He was still unimpressed, but i have years to force him into submission. I had forgotten that Athens is so dog-friendly, so i had the pleasure of eating my favorite college hangover food with my 8 year old dog, who had never been there with me. And the kids got to try it, too! They even have a tv on the deck, which i don’t think was there when I was in school, and they had on Tom and Jerry, which bought me tons of time to hang and chat with Opel.

I’m pretty sure that one of the most fun times in my life was when i lived on Pulaski Hts in Athens, with Honey and Scott. Opel and I were talking about how much we loved that house, and how he would go to class and then end up at our house just about every day for a year or more. Lying on the vinyl couch. Playing darts in the massive 70s kitchen. Going down to the tracks to throw rocks at the train. The day in March when we had that crazy snowstorm and then tons of people came over and partied all day. Curt Cobain died when I lived in that house and I remember Chris Bilheimer and I finding out from a Grill coworker and then i walked home and went to the Quarry with Scott, Dave, and Karen. She drove her jeep. Ah. . . Warm days at the Quarry or at the river out 441 with the railroad trestle. Watching the fire at Hoyt St. The hot guy that lived on the corner, whom Honey and I lusted after when he mowed his lawn. The crazy woman who lived across the street. The hippie bus in the wooded lot across the street. The water tower bases at the dead end.

After we left Taco Stand, I made T. drive by the Pulaski Heights house. Truly odd to ride in my family van, with my kids and husband, up the hill to the old house. Todd mentioned that it was really steep. I told him i used to walk my bike up that portion of the ride home. On the way out, i pointed out the houses that were the same, the house were Sheila and Debbie had a really fun party where Touch Me I’m Rick and Sheila were naked, and where i took my underage sister and her friend to their first college party. When we came back from that party, someone had broken into our house and torn the window box off Scott’s window coming in, and they stole his pants.

Good times, all. When I think of those days, i think of Honey and Scott, Zach, Opel, and Dave. Camille and Ryan and Dave and Rich. Katie and Karen and Donnie. These pics are for them. Apologies to the people who live there now, who were probably thinking, “Why is that old lady wandering around taking pictures of our little dead end street?”

The house and surroundings look a little different. I can still remember everything about what they used to look like, though.

The house on the steep hill. It used to be white. And a lot more run-down looking.


The front view. Looking at the porch makes me think of the porch swing and making wind chimes with scraps of metal from the railroad tracks behind the house. I loved hearing the train whistle at night.


This new construction is behind the red house on the corner of Pulaski and Pulaski Hts, and where the old Hippie bus used to be! I guess it’s going to be some kind of studio or guest house. Pretty cool!

This kind of floored me. It is a fence and gate constructed in front of the old water tower site. When we lived there, only the water tower bases were there – huge concrete slabs that used to hold up a water tower, but without the water tower. Very cool, and pretty creepy. Hard to explain, but it was kind of like having your own Stonehenge. This is a neat addition, but odd, because there is no fence – you could just walk around it and go over to the stones anyway. I guess the woman from across the street did it. There are still a couple of old shack houses down at the end of the street, almost overtaken with kudzu, looking exactly like they did back in the early 90s.

Evan’s Wedding

Thursday, July 24th, 2008

All joking about reading addictions aside, Evan’s wedding was a blast. Can you say Tiki bar? How about Shrimp and Grits? Not just seeing old friends, but getting to see them, without kids, for two days straight? My belly laughed like it hadn’t laughed in years – I was sore afterwards. (Or maybe that was all the waterlogged Flying Burritos I got in the pool at 1 a.m.)

Best of all? Nightswimming in a calm ocean under a full moon. What hurricane?

Here are a few of my favorite pictures from the weekend, along with a link to the whole set on flickr.

Evan getting last minute lovin’ from the ladies on Friday night.

Fran the Cougar with her prey, Dan.

Me and Jason, friends since 10th grade biology.
Me and the Creeker boys.

Dan and Wendy at the Reception, which was extremely hot. I think you can actually smell Dan from this picture.
Jason and Laura

My nemesis for the weekend, Kyle, a.k.a. Corey Haim.
Me and the ole ball and chain, all spiffied up.

Me and D, who is no longer a delinquent teen, but an upstanding husband and father, with some damn cute kids and a hot wife.

The happy groom and me.

Humiliating Photo of the Day

Monday, June 30th, 2008

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Originally uploaded by Dogwood Girl.

This one almost needs no description. I guess I took this photo (thank god for little blessings) and I am not sure how it came about, but dear lord it makes me laugh just to look at it. I still talk to Owen, Brett, Camille and Jason. No clue what happened to randy. Anyone?

Added plus to this photo is that someone brought a checkerboard pillow case. Awesome.

Awesomest part is that my parents actually kissed me goodbye and put me into a car with these people for a week. . . .

Spring Break, 1990.

Guess I should go ahead and add a link to the whole Spring Break set, for those that care.

Must go email Owen and find out if any of these shirts still exist. Or the pillowcase. Either would be awesome.

Exhibit A

Monday, June 16th, 2008

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Originally uploaded by Dogwood Girl.

Per yesterday’s post referencing Nat’s memories of college drinking games, I give you exhibit a: Mike as Asshole.

Yeah, sorry Mike. You were the one i found a picture of with a bag on his head. I know there are others, but you are the lucky one I found first. You know this is the truth, because why else would i post a picture of me looking so lovely?

This is from 1991, I think – the beach trip I posted about last week.

All this drinking game talk is really making me want to play games! Who’s in?

And Here Is Where . . .

Thursday, June 12th, 2008

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Originally uploaded by Dogwood Girl.

I begin posting pictures that make fun of myself, too. Luckily, I am still taking others down with me. Spring Break. I think this was maybe 1991? I was definitely in college. We stayed in the biggest dump. All i remember is that it was fun. I think the fact that one of us is reading Anne Rice is very telling. C. had on the requisite Jane’s tee. Camille, why are you wearing shades in the room? Why am I wearing long sleeves on Spring break? Why am I so skinny? The look that Mike and Matt are giving one another is pretty much how I remember them always looking together – Goofy and funny. The beast makes an appearance yet again. Maybe the Beast will become the new PBR, but i doubt it. If it does, you saw it on Dogwood first.

Altogether a very funny picture.

The Lake

Wednesday, June 11th, 2008

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Originally uploaded by Dogwood Girl.

Last weekend, we were supposed to go down to the lake with the Creekers, but lives and families and jobs got in the way, and Evan and I were the only ones who could go. So, we had a lovely weekend with him and his fiance (whom I like despite the fact that she is a Gator) and some non-creekers, Mike and Kim.

We drank a good amount of beer, played some Scrabble, did a lot of swimming, and ate pretty damn well. OOoooh, and we made homemade ice cream, which was just plain bitchin’. Had forgotten how good (and bad, very very bad) it is.

Anyway, this is my fave, because I just don’t have many pics of us Creekers together growing up (no digital cameras at that time, which come to think of it, is probably a VERY good thing). There were some other good ones, too, like everyone watching a molting dragonfly at sunset, or Evan and the P-Man on the inner tube.

Lake=Good. Lake with Friends= Better.

Inseparable

Wednesday, June 4th, 2008

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Originally uploaded by Dogwood Girl.

Okay, this is pretty much make fun of Jason’s hair in high school week, although this picture obviously reams Owen even more. Seeing the quad makes me want to eat . . .well, a pb & J, even though I never actually ate much in high school. Maybe just a warm coca cola.

Again, great picture that captured a particular space and time – That year or so where things changed so much, all exemplified by Owen’s Metallica soccer hair to Jason’s Green shirt.

Did I mention that this was their picture for Senior Superlatives? Yep, there is nothing like telling two 18-year-olds that everyone has noticed how freakishly attached at the hip they are; great for those budding manhoods. Pun intended.

More to come, as this is the hardest I’ve laughed in weeks.

A Long Time Comin’

Tuesday, June 3rd, 2008

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Originally uploaded by Dogwood Girl.

This photo has quite a history. It was taken on Spring Break in 1990. It has so much going for it – people who normally wouldn’t have been photographed together, late 80s frames, the Dead Milkmen shirt, what appears to be Cheese Whiz in the foreground, and the requisite can of the beast. (Note to friends of the family who will understand – cheapskate Cecil just bought two cases of the Beast for the lakehouse. i am not kidding.) Did I mention that J. is smoking? Peals of high-pitched cackles are ringing throughout my house as a i write this.

There are only two copies in existence – Held by two different people for posterity; they shall remain anonymous to protect their identities. The photo has remained in archival storage, protected from dust, sun, and fingerprints. Until now, thanks to the power of these here internets, where it can be displayed for all to see*.

The photo has been in the middle of a blackmail battle for going on 18 years now. But i have decided that i can’t live in the shadows anymore, that i must bury the hatchet, and raise my head high, and admit that, yes, there is in existence a surely-frightening photograph of myself and one other unlucky lady, naked and flailing, ready to show the world just how drunk and ridiculous one can get. If that photo comes to light, so be it. However, methinks that someone has been bluffing about it’s existence for nigh on 18 years now. I’m too tired to hide anymore. If it is there, let it come to light.

The gauntlet has been thrown.

*Only about five people in the world care about this photo’s existence, or find it in any way funny at all. This post is for them. The rest of you just tune in next time.

Tucker Day

Monday, May 19th, 2008

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Originally uploaded by Dogwood Girl.

So, it has been over a week since we attended the Tucker Day parade. Todd ran the 5k, and I took the kids to the pancake breakfast benefiting the Tucker High school. (We ate in the cafeteria, which was strange.)

Afterwards, we walked over to Main St. to view the parade. The thing that I loved most about the parade was how small-town it seemed; It reminded me so much of the Alpharetta parade i used to attend (and even participated in as a kid), back when Alpharetta was country and southern, down to the tractors in the parade.

Now, the funny thing about the tractors is that when they started coming towards us, I laughed out loud at the joy in seeing them. So old-school! So reminded me of childhood! But Todd? He was watching the parade in a different location with friends of ours, one of whom is Dutch. He didn’t get the tractor thing at all. And how can you possibly explain to outsiders why they are riding tractors in the parade? It’s just how it is done.

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And above, my favorite pictures of my cousins and sister, sitting on Main Street in Alpharetta, c. 1978, drinking cokes on the hood of mom’s wagon, waiting for me to appear in this bitching ensemble:

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Merry Christmas

Tuesday, December 25th, 2007

Todd took this one last night at Christmas Eve Mayhem, which is what our Christmas Eves have become. We just open the doors and all the orphans come over, and now the orphans have kids, and they all run around and stay up late, and get hopped up on candy and cookies, and it’s crazy! And fun. And tiring.

p.s. Played Santa until 1:30 a.m. Fuck Victorian wooden dollhouses. Fuck Melissa and Doug. Long live plastic that never decomposes and looks terrible and will give the kids three eyes. At least I wouldn’t spend three hours putting the fucker together. Wine helped, though.