This is my first assignment as a "guest blogger." Everyone has done such a fabulous job so far that it's made me so nervous I can't sleep! Who am I kidding.....I can always sleep!
To introduce myself a bit, my name is Emily but my blogs name is FENICLE. If you wish to know where that name came from and what exactly it is you'll have to go here and find out.
I started reading Velveteen Mind many months ago and fell instantly in love! She's a definite favorite of mine (and probably yours).
Without further stalling....here is my shining moment as a guest blogger.
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I've never been a girly-girl. Meaning I don't fuss much over my hair. My purse doesn't always match my shoes and if you think I've ever had a manicure you're nuts! But something happened to me when I started dating my husband back in college. I guess it was me trying to impress him? Or maybe he just brought out the feminine nature inside? Either way, I started doing some of those foo-foo things.
I worked in the coat check of our student union on weekends for big events. the job itself sounds lame, but surprisingly the tips were awesome. The down side was not getting to go out with friends until later in the evening, but the tips are how I paid for all those amaretto sours when I met up with them. Gotta compromise somewhere.
One Saturday afternoon I was walking to the union to work just as a football game let out. Traffic on our campus was a nightmare! So as I'm trying to cross 6 lanes of slow moving, honking and yelling-out-the-window vehicles, I start getting harassed.
A guy in the backseat of an Explorer is hanging out the window shouting at me. At first I ignore him, but he's persistent. As I reach the median I get stuck. I can't cross to the other side and his lane of traffic is right next to me and not moving forward.
He continues his shouting - something about looking good tonight and my nail polish. Finally, I'd had enough.
Now I'm usually the type of person who can never think of a good come-back right on the spot. No, I go home and typically a few hours later something really good pops in my head and I think, "damn, why didn't I think of that!"
So this guy yells, "Hey, that's a great color nail polish! Silver! I love it! Do all te strippers wear that color these day?"
I respond, "You like it? It's called F*CK YOU!"
(insert middle finger only to show him the nail polish up close)
He rolls his window up and I cross the traffic. I'm pretty sure I walked the rest of the way with my shoulders held a little bit higher. No one could believe I actually said that....but I did. My husband calls it my "shining moment."
Sadly, I have never thought of something as good as that on the spot since.
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