It’s time, time to get caught up on my memes, and first up is the Message in a Bottle Meme that Kat tagged me with this weekend.
Now, to be honest, this meme made me laugh out loud. I too have a “message in a bottle” story from my misspent youth. Yeah, because, you know, I was more than a little stupid back in the day. Oh, and more than a little into miss-spending my youth. Yeah, more than a little on both of those. Yes, I know, it’s completely shocking to learn that I had a miss-spent youth, upstanding citizen that I am, but yes, I most certainly did. I’d really like to lie to you now and say that I learned a lot from all that miss-spending, but that’d be wrong. Let’s just say I usually didn’t make the same mistakes twice, that’s something, right?
Anyhoo, my bottle story begins like all high school stories, with my folks going out of town. Isn’t that where everything usually goes wrong for teens? Maybe there should be a law that teens can never be left alone for more than 24 hours in a house with liquor and/or fake IDs. It’s pretty easy, from that beginning, to see where this will go, right? Yeah, it went straight from “party at Missy’s house tonight” to adding big sales numbers to the ABC Liquor Store’s bottom line for that weekend. They really should have sent me a birthday card and a gift certificate when I turned 19, since I’d been a frequent customer since 17 and two years of steady business should have counted for something, right? Yeah, that’s what I thought too. Anyway, won’t go into party details, mainly because I really don’t remember them, it’s enough to say “drunk teens, loud music, a broken light cover, maybe an African Violet was fed something other than plant food, oh, and there was probably some making out in there somewhere, but I’m not sure. The boyfriend and I may have just decided to have a big fight instead, because that’s the way we rolled. Anyway, at the end of the weekend of drunken debauchery, it was clean up time. I drafted two of my girlfriends and probably Thi Thi, just because I was mean like that, and we all got busy and made the place look just like Mom’s Housekeeper had been there two days before. And that was because she had been, and we had no choice but to make it match up to her quality of work. The clock was ticking, we had less than an hour, when suddenly we realized that we had a huge disposal problem that wasn’t going to just go away on its own. Yeah, you know, because of the massive amount of consumption from the weekend o’ debauchery, there was a huge pile of liquor/beer bottles and no place to put them. I mean, yeah, we could just throw ’em in the trash, because you know, my Step-Dad would never have noticed a trashcan that clanked all the way down the driveway and weighed a ton. Yeah, that’s not going to work out too well. Next plan, and fast! Not sure how long it took us, but finally somebody remembered that our house was on a lake… probably came up with that when we were in the backyard considering sailing away and never coming back because my folks were going to kill us all. Like I said, not the sharpest spoons in the drawer, commonsense-wise. Remember I said at the beginning that these were lessons learned through stupidity. But anyway, after that stunning realization, we started tossing bottles as hard as we could, not stopping to consider whether this solution was in fact a good idea. Hell, it solved our problem, finished the perpetration of our scam, and we were golden when my folks pulled in the driveway that afternoon. What could possibly go wrong? I mean, with all that work, there was no way my ‘rents would ever figure out that their lovely home was party central for two days. I mean, come on, they’re parents, they’re not that smart, right? Well, actually, wrong. Oh, everything was going just great, up until my Step-Dad walked out into our backyard and found 15 bottles washed up on shore. His quote: “Somebody out there must be in one hell of a mess, eh? That’s sure a lot of messages they’re sending out!” Yeah, he joked about it, then. You can be assured, however, that he changed his tune a few days later. You know, when our Neighborhood Homeowner’s Assoc. let my parents know that during their Crimewatch Weekend (you know, the weekend my parents were gone, and every teen in Lakeland was drunk in their living room?), 98.3% of all the traffic that came into our neighborhood came to our house. Yeah, that’s right, I forgot to read my Mom’s calendar, where she had that marked, in red ink. And with that conclusion, so ends yet another one of those meaningful learning experiences I talked about before. And it was conveniently topped off with two weeks of being grounded, so I could think about my sins. Anyway, needless to say, whenever I see a bottle on a shore, I smile, and remember that I too was once a young and stupid teen. Then I give Miss C a break on whatever she does next, because she’s supposed to do this stuff, it’s the circle of life.
Now, back to the meme. Here’s the dealio!
Message in A Bottle Meme:
1. Compose a message to place in your virtual bottle.
2. Right click and SAVE the blank graphic below.
3. Use the graphics program of your choice to place your message on the picture.
4. Post the Message in a Bottle meme and your creation on your blog along with these rules.
5. Tag a minimum of 5 bloggers – or your entire blogroll – to do the same. Notify them of the tag.
Your virtual bottle will remain afloat in the blogosphere ocean for all blogernity (That’s a Mimism for blog + eternity.)
So, if you are tagged by me, go over to Mimi’s and ADD your site to her Mr. Linky list and place your blog’s name and url in a comment here to let Mimi know you’ve completed the meme. Mimi will add it to the master list of message bottles. Email mimiwrites2005 at yahoo.com if you have questions. Participation is optional.
Here, without any further ado, is my message in a bottle!