The best of me...so far

This past week, both my son and I were sick, and as a result, blogging was not at the top of my to-do-list, sleep was...I didn't get any!! I was about to put off writing this post to get an early rest, but I just couldn't fall asleep. I began to think of the silly, dumb ass things I've done, like jumping into a 9 foot pool at a friend's house knowing fully well that I can't swim (in my defense I thought I could "dive") and climbing a fence while slightly intoxicated, and would I, if I could, go back in time to change anything.

I was a bit of a wall flower growing up, sometimes I still can be; you will never catch me leading the dancing at a party and I am not the person who will start a conversation with a complete stranger on the train. However, growing up I had a great group of friends that made it very easy for me to be myself, and easy to let loose a bit and enjoy life, but would I relive my life?

These are just a few of the incidents that crossed my mind:

The first dumb ass move I remember making, which was by accident, no friends involved here, was in Mr. Best's chemistry class in high school where I neutralized the school's ENTIRE supply of acid. After a class practical assignement, we were instructed to return the liquids (acids and bases) to their respective containers and I not paying attention emptied my "base" jar into the class "acid" jar, and emptied my "acid" jar into the class "base" jar to a resounding "Lynnnnnnn noooooooo" from a few girls seated at the front of the class. After that, I was still certain that I was right, but after Mr. Best tested the supply, he could only look at me and shake his head. I couldn't even apologise I was so embarrassed. I later on gained the nickname "neut", as in neutraliser, for a few days. Lesson learned? Don't daydream about your boyfriend in chem cass, you might miss something important.

Then there was the pool incident, which I mentioned. I recovered just fine after a friend dove in to fetch me...after I was above water I puppy swam my way out..not pretty...all because I wanted to show off my new plaid bikini. Lesson? To show of paid bikini all I had to do was strut around the pool, no drowning necessary.

Next up...getting drunk with my college roomate and a  few friends, climbing a fence, getting on the swing and falling off said swing backwards, and then laying there to look at the stars. Lesson learned? I can only handle ONE beer a night.

Then...going to a club with my roomate where there was no dress code in hoodies and tims...Lesson? I dont need to be dolled up to have a good time.

My sister, my girlfriend, and I dressing up like TLC for halloween in GRENADA...then taking a stroll through the neighborhood. (FYI, Grenada does not celebrate halloween).....then later that year,  my sister and I dressing up like Kriss Kross just because it was Sunday...and taking a stroll through the neighborhood....no lesson here, just good times.

The summer I twisted BOTH my ankles a DAY apart...I was a very clumsy child. lesson? stop day dreaming about your boyfriend while walking in traffic.

Oh yes, the night I wrapped myself in SARAN WRAP to go on a date with this HOTTTTT guy....everything was sweaty, and by the end of the night the wrap had bunched up and had formed this big plastic bulge under my dress. Looking back the guy wasn't worth wasting my mother's saran wrap. Lesson? Wear tummy control tights, not saran wrap on a date.

A few months back, a friend and I pretended to be celebrating out third wedding anniversary at a restaurant, hoping that we would get a discount, or a free dessert or something. We ooooh-ed, aaaaaah-ed, made googly eyes, held hands...and then GOT NOTHING....except "awwww congratulations" then of course the waitress asked us how we met and got all in our business. By this time I was past the ONE BEER limit (see drunken swing incident) and I was a happy fool...the shit that came out of my mouth was priceless. Lesson? If you're going to lie, lie sober....and find out if the restaurant offers discounts for anniversaries BEFORE the lying ensues.

And lastly, at work one day...I had a Michael Jackson moment (may he R.I.P). In the middle of the office, all done up cause I had a meeting, I decided to run to my desk to obtain a file I forgot and....yup....I fell FLAT, face down on the floor....and NO ONE HELPED, I looked up and all I saw was little heads popping out of their cubicles looking for "whatever made that sound". Lesson? NEVER run in heels on a carpeted floor....NEVER!

These moments may seem quite tame in comparison to some others, but everytime I look back it makes me think, would I ever go back to change anything, and the answer is always no. I had fun growing up, high school was fun, college was better, and after college...well its still after college and I'm still having fun (much less after Malachi). I did what I was suppossed to do, no need to change anything. House parties....clubs....drinking....smoking (flavored cigs and a bit of sensi)...road trips...spur of the moment trips to Boston, FLA...I HAD FUN. Can't wait for Malachi to turn 18....5 down 13 to go!