You’re the boss, Brandice

The result of trying to sound smarter than you actually are.

Anyone interested in writing guest posts until I’m not crazy busy?

You can write about whatever you want…

1. Valentine’s Day… love it or hate it?

2. New Kids on The Block and why they shouldn’t still be called “New Kids”

3. Most embarassing moment…you can even submit it annonymously :)

And, I will tell you mine right now. Just to break the ice.

I was 15 years old. My good friend Jennifer was the daughter of a preacher and they had just moved from our area to a new one. They were involved with a new church, and me and Mia were on our way back from a youth group trip with Jennifer and the new youth group.

We were sitting in the back of the bus, because we were cool like that. We were all tired, and starting to get on each others nerves a little. Mia kept touching me. Which is weird, because 99.9 % of the time, I’m the one doing the annoying stuff. She kept on, and kept on…

Finally, I yelled…YELLED…”Get your testicles off of me!”

See, I meant to say, “tentacles.” Yeah, I was thinking I’d whip out some unusual vocabualry word, but no. No, that didn’t happen.

The van grew quite. Youngsters were looking puzzled, and I was starting to question weather or not I used the right word. The youth leaders were afraid to turn around and they were glancing at each other like, “did this just happen?”

Then Mia, broke the silence with, “Don’t you mean tentacles?”

::very quite humiliated voice:: “Yes.”

I never looked any of those people in the eye..ever again.