...Izee's Thread

[Izee]

...Being the "Ball Girl" in H.S.

...I was a wimpy, cello playing girl in H.S.   "Cept when I was practicing karate.

...In my Senior year in H.S., I sat in the booth at home games, and announced the games over the loudspeaker.  I would travel with the team at 'away games', and be the 'Ball Girl'.  It was my assignment to stand with the team on the sidelines, and hold a football in a towel and keep it clean.  That was actually important, when it was raining, or cold.  So, I would be standing, the football creadled in my arms, wrapped in a towel, the hood of my coat over my head, and I would hand out the dry football to a referee, and take the wet one and dry it off. 

...At first, I REALLY didn't like being called the 'Ball Girl'...I felt that it had sexual overtones.  Especially since the Varsity players would address me as 'Ball Girl' in the hallways of our school. 

...But, I laughed when I attended a dance, we all were issued nametags, and mine said...

..."BALL GIRL"

...I wore it...

[MageNathaniel1]

Lol love your stories. I was a member of the honour guard, later honour guard commander so had to present the colours at various games or other local events so can relate to being at such events but not being part of the game oh, and honestly, unless I am a participant, like in martial arts, I tend to dislike sports lol.

[Izee]

...The goddamn piano...

I was a piano performance major for a couple years, and had a piano in our apt and home when I was married. 

...Performing Music got me 'hot'...the cello was the worst...it was between my legs...but the piano was also difficult.  I would be moving my hands, looking at the keys, and gritting my teeth.  I would finish working on a piece at home...and sit...staring at the keys...and my H would haul me off of the bench, throw me on the bed...

and...FINISH  me off...

[MageNathaniel1]

Smiles sounds like you and he had fun often

[Izee]

...Trying to ride my ten speed up to the top of Mt Diablo...BY MYSELF!!!  It is very high, and is some sort of Geographical Measure Point in CA.   

...My mental illness, bi-polar, kicked in during my Jr Year of HS.  I didn't need to sleep, school was easy, and I practiced for long hours on my cello and piano.  I also caddied at the Country Club, and saved a lot of money.  I bought a very nice 10-speed bicycle, and rode it all over town.  Our house...(Where I am living, now, helping my elderly mother)...is about 10 miles from the base of the mountain.  As a child, I would sit in the back yard, drink a coke, and use my binoculars to see radio antennas, and some kind of building on top.

...So, one morning in my Jr Year, I was sitting in the back yard, eating my pancakes, and thought...

..."WELL, WHAT THE HECK, RIDE UP THERE AND SEE WHAT IS THERE!!!"

...For most of my life, I have had good judgement, that is how I earned the letters after my name, and earned money...but...

..."I was a KID...in the throes of Bi-Polar...

...So, I finished my pancakes, and showered, and put on my riding clothes...(No helmet...we didn't wear them back then)...checked over my 10-speed, and dropped a bottle of Tab into the holder.  I didn't tell my parents what I was going to do...and headed out.  I was excited as I quickly rode the level ground, and got onto the road that led to the top.  It was a somewhat rustic two lane road, and a few times I just pulled over to the side, and stopped, so the cars that were backed up against me got by.  I recieved a few rude comments, but didn't respond...I was getting winded.

...I had to pull over a number of times when I was about half way up...I had my gear set in 1st...and was slowly spinning my feet...and would pull over when I heard cars coming up behind...MY BIKE DIDN'T HAVE MIRRORS...I didn't want to be distracted, seeing my opponents in a race behind me.  I actually got off, and walked the bike to a side road, and then rode my bike into a cheap little lodge.  I had seen the lodge when I had driven by...and...and...and...

'''THEY HAD A POOL!!!!!

I greeted the Manager, and asked to buy a coke.  He took pity on me, and handed one to me and waved off the quarter.  I drank it, and got revived a bit, and said, "You have a pool."  He smiled, and nodded, and said, "You can use it if you want."  I said, "I don't have a bathing suit."  He smiled, and returned with a cardboard box that was half full of women's bathing suits.  My eyes got a bit wide, but I was very hot and tired, so I sorted through them.  I just pushed the two pieces to the side, and pulled out a brown one piece that looked like it would fit me.  I asked, "How much?"  He laughed and said, "Give me the quarter, and you can rent it."  I did.

It fit fairly well, and I went to the pool, and looked in, and it was clean.  I jumped in, and swam a bit, but mostly relaxed.  I was in the pool for about an hour, and then got out, feeling much better, and dried myself and got back into my clothes.  I gave him back the bathing suit, and sat...he gave me another coke...he was probably amused by my arrival.  (I was very lucky, that he was an honest man, I suspected that he had been watching me...not for the wrong reasons...but...I did look good back then...but he was probably astonished to see a teenage girl this far up the hill, on a 10-speed...by herself!!!)

I told him that I had wanted to ride to the top of the mountain, and he just nodded, and said..."Next time you want to try, get with an organized group that does that.  They have cars and trucks following the cyclists, in case someone needs help."  I finished my coke, and said, "Good advice, thank you." 

I planted my butt on the bike and just coasted down the hill, back to home.   

[Izee]

...Here is the Mountain...

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[MageNathaniel1]

Quite the adventurer you are smiles. I had a single speed bicycle only power it had was how hard the rider pedaled lol. We were in a forest on 3 sides of the house and a street on the other (only street in and out of the area). One could not ride a bicycle through the forest as the brush was too thick but as there was no park, playground etc in the area our playground was the forest. We knew those woods like the back of our hand and could navigate them even in the dark but if one were to take a city slicker and drop them in the middle of that forest it was large enough to take them days to find their way out lol. The only place to ride the bicycle was on the one street in and out from the main road about 2 miles away and the only thing there was a gas station lol.

[Izee]

..this is the song by Meat Loaf, that put me into tears...it still does.   

...I never attended a concert of his, my boyfriend probably would have had to almost carry me out.

Performing music, properly, isn't just about singing the notes, or playing them in tune.  A Performer, has to...

...EXPRESS WHAT THE MUSIC IS...He did it...

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[MageNathaniel1]

I agree on a singer habing to express and portray the passion and emotion in the song not just sing them on key. This is why there is a difference between a singer and a performer. I much prefer a singer.

[Izee]

...All You Can Eat Buffets.....

...In college, there was a Chinese Restaurant that my (not romantic) girlfriend and I would often go to eat lunch, and dinner.  It was a buffet, and so we would grab a plate, and bypass the salad and some other Western dishes, I would always grab some chicken and ham, and get to the trays that had Chinese food.  (I mean, I DIDN'T come there to eat potato salad and green beans...I would head a few doors down the alley to do that).  We would carefully take an assortment of items, and get to a table and order some tea.  There was a table that we claimed when we could, it OVERLOOKED the dining area, and we felt like we were the Empress, and Her Attendant dining.  (We did a game, before we entered, to decide who was the 'Empress'...I was happy when I won, she would have to get up and bring me another helping of rice, or such, when I wanted more, but I fetched for her when she wanted when I was the Attendant.)

...One afternoon, my Attendant and I were dining, and a group of young men came in.  They took a table, and then proceeded to devour what they had placed on their plates.  They had gone to the end of the buffet, and their plates were piled high with shrimp, prawns, duck, and ALL of the expensive items...all protein...no carbs.  I looked over at the line, and serving trays were empty, and people were standing back, holding their partially full plates, waiting for more food to be brought out.  They waited a while, but I saw people just set their partially filled plates on a table and leave. 

...The business failed, other restaurants were doing fine.  I figure that those young men, and others like them, came in and ate ALL of the expensive stuff

[Izee]

...To end the above post...

...Why return to a restaurant, when there is no food???   

[Izee]

...Frozen Iguana...no mustard, please...

...Seeing the news speaking of iguanas falling from trees back East made me a bit sad.  They are actually nice reptiles.  Early in our marriage, we had a female iguana named "Didly"  (I come up with unusual names for pets).  I believe I have written about her before, she ate ALL of our house plants, and would go through amazing problem solving ways to get to them.  We, finally, just gave up on having house plants.  She would sit in the window sill to get sun, and children in the Apt Complex would flock around, and look at her.  She probably liked being admired.

...One late afternoon, it was a Saturday, I had had an Orchestra rehearsal, and was horrified when I got home.  My H had left the front window partially opened, and Didly was half way up the screen...ALMOST FROZEN!!!  It was Winter.     I carefully pulled her off...her claws were in the screen...and she wasn't moving at all...and she was COLD     But, I decided to try to resuscitate  her, and closed the window, and placed her on a towel.  I got out my hair dryer, and sat on the couch, and set the dryer on 'Low', and began running warm air over her.

...My H came home, and looked at me...here I was...watching TV...and Didly was laying stiff in my lap, and I was moving the hair dryer back and forth over her.  I said, "I think Didly died because you left the window partially open"...and kept running warm air over her.  He just stared at me, and then went to get a beer.  I wasn't angry, I was just being 'informative'.

...I actually was astonished when Didly began moving, so I kept warming her up, and her eyes fully opened.  She moved more, and stretched her legs, and then looked up at me, and TOOK OFF!!!     I was laughing so hard, my H came in and asked what was going on.  I pointed at Didly as she was climbing back into her terrarium..."I guess she recovered."  He laughed, too.

...Didly liked my H more than she liked me.  Once, we were having a minor argument, and I was holding Didly in my lap.  Didly was looking back and forth, and then...

...She BIT ME...and jumped away.   

...That put an end to the argument, I told him..."You won".

[Izee]

...Kinda reminds me of that strange line in a movie that I can't remember the name of, the Hero is speaking to his group, who are going to defend a village, and talks about the need to keep fighting even if shot or cut, and says..."And if you get killed...

...Just Walk it Off..."

[MageNathaniel1]

Lol on the walk it off in the movie. Sort of like in babylon 5 when one of the characters was thought to be dead and returns to the station. They said we thought you were dwad, he says I was but I got over it I am better now.

Reptiles do go into shock from the cold but if warmed back up in time will recover. Have to remember they are cold blooded creatures.

[Izee]

... ...I kinda remember that line, too, Nate.  Was he that 'cop kinda' guy who was around, making trouble?  Or that guy who was an Eternal, and who would manifest himself in amusing costumes at difficult times.  I adored BB5, I have the discs...I identified with the mean #2 in command...Ivanova.  I was kinda like her at work.  I kept things going, but at times things happened.  Hey...I was a lawyer, handling personal injury claims.  Once, the cops came into our office building, and got us all outside.  I was the Manager of our offices, and after we got outside, and I saw some Firemen enter the building, I asked the cops, "What is going on?"  They wouldn't tell me.  I told the staff to go home, and told the attorneys to go to the County Law Library, and study..."You guys still don't understand how to introduce a document as evidence in a case."

They ALL went home.  I stayed with a cop, I told him that we had important papers in our offices, which was true, and watched the building, I would have to report to Main Office why I shut down our office.  The cops were wearing helmets, and I asked if I could have one.  My white, construction helmet was in my office.  They declined, and kept me well away from the building.  I walked to the 7/11 and bought one of those HUGE cups of Coca Cola, came back, they waved me away, and I planted my butt down and watched.  I wasn't trying to be difficult, we had files on accident cases, and some involved very prominent people in the Community.  I mean, I had read medical records of some very important people, and they HAD to be kept private.   If the building blew up, I would be the first to run in, and search the wreckage for certain files.

After three hours, the Firemen left, and the cops told me that I could go back in.  I did, burping from all of the coke I had drunk, and there was no sign that they had entered our suite of offices.  I sat, and called the homes of my staff, and said that things were fine, and to come back tomorrow.  I also called M.O., and told my Manager what had happened.  He said. "OK, go home."  I said "OK", hung up, and stayed for six hours...I had work that needed to be done.

The next day, I spoke with the Manager of the building, and she told me that it was a bomb scare...some idiot had called, and said that he had planted a bomb in the office that had Plaintiff Attorneys.  I shook my head, and left...thinking...

..."It was probably the idiot Mr S.....I defensed his case last month.  He is blaming his attorney, he should have blamed ME!"