Good Grief! What a horrible day it has been! Alas, I come to journal-land and take refuge. Reading journals and reading the comments left here by those kind enough to do so gives me much needed solice from the woe's of the work-day. Thank you!!!
So, it's time for another Scalzi's Weekend Assignment. Where does the time fly? It seems like only last week I put the celebrity collage together. But, it wasn't, that was two weeks ago and I have even missed an assignment during that time. Yes, I do realize that this week's assignment is about vacations. However, I recently talked about my favored place, which is Greece. As such, and as is typical of me, I will bend the rules, once again, and do things a little differently. I am going back in time and catching the Weekend Assignment that I missed.
So.....back by MY demand is Weekend Assignment #6 in which the Blogmeister asks: Tell us about your best friend in second grade. Where is he or she now? Do you still keep in touch? (Extra credit: show any pictures of yourself from second grade.)
I should probably confess now that the picture is from first grade not second. I'm missing second, and tenth for that matter, but tenth REALLY isn't a loss. Trust me! And, since I'm breaking rules, I figure I'll just get jiggy with it and talk about a girl who really wasn't my best-friend, at least my foggy memory does not recall fond memories of being forced to occupy space with her. Heck, I'm not even sure we were talking by second grade. By second grade, I clearly remember Michelle Boucher and Stephanie Cris being my best friends, amongst others. But, I have a picture of Zoe and I even at one point found a recent picture of her online. But, it seems the website has been changed, or I forgot to save it.
You see, I grew up in an idealic beach community in Florida until my grandmother's death in 1978, at which time we returned to Pennsylvania. Zoe and I were friends by default. We were in Brownies together and dance classtogether. I even vaguely remember her in Kindergarten. Heck, if pictures don't lie, then it looks like we even went trick-or-treating one year. But, I have not one fond memory of her. What I remember is being forced to hang out with her and make nice-nice. And, that was no easy task. The girl was a spoiled brat! But, like I said, my memory is foggy and it could have been me who was the brat. But, do you really think so? Ha! And, no, the recent picture that I found of Zoe wasn't from a porn-site. Although, a girl I knew in high school apparently had high aspirations and went on to become a madam at the best lil' whorehouse in Texas. No, the picture I found of Zoe was from one of the sites I found about Flagler Beach. She was a city council person, or Chamber of Commerce person, or something equally important. The amazing thing is that she looks EXACTLY the same way! Life just isn't fair sometimes.
Now, let me figure a way to tie this back to the true topic for the week. I plan on taking a vacation later this year and visiting this little town. I haven't been there since I left in 1978. Maybe I should look up Zoe and find out who really was the brat.
(Editors Note: Please forgive my spelling, and grammar for that matter. I'm too tired to worry about it tonight)