Saturday, February 23, 2013

King of the Pranks

Hopefully you read "Need to go home and change my undies".  That post was about my friend Alan, who was the King of pranks.   I thought. I would share a few more of this stories.





My first day working at the dinner, he said, did you clock in?  I said, what do I need to do?  He said come over to the register, so I walked over, and he says every time you come in, you have to push this button and talk into the screen, and say Kim reporting to work and you have to do the same when you leave.  He said, ok try it. So, I did, he said, you didn't say it loud enough, so I did it again, no you are not talking close enough, and saying it loud enough. Basically at this point I'm screaming into the damn thing.  So this went on for 3 weeks. People would just look at me, like I was crazy. I would always have to justify this is how I have to clock in.  His business partner was working one weekend. I walked over and yelled into the register he was like, what the hell are you doing? I said, I'm clocking in, he and the dinner regulars just laughed.  Kim we don't clock in.


We were with a bunch of friends on a night cruise around Newport.  When all of a sudden this very aggressive women came over to me, which totally scares the living crap out of me. She yelled YEAH. I looked up and said, yes?  She said, you are cute, I said thank you. The closer she got the more I backed way.   My name is Bunny, (I'm thinking Bunny? Bunny with rabies maybe) What is your name, looking up at her, my name is Kim, at this point she has me pinned against the rail.  You like these don't you, pressing her chest in my face. I think at this point I went into shock.  She said, follow me, to the bathroom, I said excuse me?  She said, yeah your friend over there said you wanted me to take you into the bathroom.  You guessed it, it was Alan, of course I didn't want insult this women, I felt back that she was part of a prank. That wouldn't be funny to her, and I am too close to the edge of the boat.  She puts her arms around me and holds the rails, oh you are all talk with your friends, but you don't want to follow me to the bathroom? I couldn't even speak I was trying to find the right words to politely say no.  When she started to laugh, and she said, Kim your friend told me to do this, I said, what friend you mean, that dead one right there?  Everyone laughed, Bunny was not her real name, and she ended up being a very sweetest person and played the part well.


One day, these two men walk into the dinner.  Alan turns to me, very nervous, what are they doing here?  They aren't suppose to come today, so he goes to the cash register takes money out and comes over to me, and says follow me. He says see those two guys that just came in? I said yes. Alan places money in an envelope, and says go over sit at the table, an give this envelope to the older guy. I said, I'm not going over there, and he said, Kim I'm scared of those guys. I'm like who are they, he said, they are in the mob, they owner the juke box and cigarette machine.  Here just take it over to them, so they can get out of here, and don't let anyone see you.  So, I was like, Ok.  so I walked over I sit down next to one of the guys and I take the envelope put it on the table and slide it over to the older guy.  The guy looks at me, he said what is that?  I said, in a very low voice, it's payment.  He said, payment?  Yes, (pointing over to Alan) he wanted you to have this envelope, the guy looks at Alan, and Alan said, sir is she bothering you?  Kim what are you doing? I said, uh? I'm give him the thing.  Alan says I'm sorry sir, she is new here. Kim, we don't sit down with the customers. Can you just take their order.  I stood up took the envolope and their order.  Alan had never seen those guys before that day.


I fell for the pranks all the time, because they were random and just so out of the box, I mean, really who thinks of these things within a moments notices?

















Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Sporting the Sumo Look


As daylight hours grow longer and our summer plans are starting to enter our minds.  I want to share with you my life lesson.

A friend of mine invited me to her families summer home for the weekend.  We had plans to hangout at the private beach and lobsters and drinks were par for the course.  We started our day at the beach. Before leaving I placed sunblock lotion all over my face, and arms, hat, sun glasses, drinks, towel and chair. Ok, all set.  The beach was perfect no one around except to our right, we can see across the ocean the public beach. Although I'm not a beach person, I don't like walking on hot sand, sitting in the sun baking like a potato, is just boring to me, however being on a private beach I found it to be very relaxing.  

After about 30 mins, I was all set.  I just couldn't stay there, so I said, I'm going back to the house, so I went back and drank with a friend who didn't go to the beach. Then after about 2 hours, my other friends came back.  It was just too hot.  So, we decided to drink a little, and start on the lobsters.  Once we finished cooking the lobsters, we all sat outside on the deck, and ate like queens.  Yum.  After I ate I started to feel sick. I'm thinking oh lordie hope I'm not getting sick from this seafood.  One of my friends said, oh Kim you don't look well, she said are you allergic to seafood? I said Hell no.  She gave me some Benadryl, and said, you should lay down.  So, I went to one of the bedrooms  and fall asleep for about 20 mins.

I woke up, and my face was HOT, and I couldn't really see.  What I was seeing was just like white clouds. I said, what the hell.  I got up and went to the mirror and I couldn't see my face real clear. I had to get right up to the mirror, and I was like WHOOOA.
I sneaked into the bathroom across the hall, and I put some cold water on my face. I stood up, and looked in the mirror, I was like OH MY GOD.  I basically, filled the sink with cold water, and just kept dunking my face into the water. Looked up, OH MY GOD.

I grabbed a towel and covered my face, and walked into the kitchen and as I slowly walked into the room, one of my friends said, Kim are you ok.  I said, Ok everyone now don't freak out.  So, they were like what, what, what...I said, ok are you ready?  YES!.
I lifted my head up, and GASP'S, jaws opened. after a few moments (which seemed like 10 mins) all I heard was OH MY GOD!   So, it was decided I needed to go to the hospital.  Everyone wanted to drive me, and I said nah, I don't want to spoil everyones weekend, I can go myself.  After assuring them, they said Ok.  

I left, and I couldn't really see the road, and I said, ummm this is probably not a good idea.  I decided not to go directly to the hospital I mean who really wants to spend hours there, if this is something that is not going to kill me and just will go away on it's own. So, I reverted back to a little child and said, I want my Mommy.   So, I drove to my mother's house, and as I walked into the house, Hello Ma? Ma?  She replies, I'm in the pallor. As I walk to the pallor, I said, Ok Ma, I don't want you to panic.  She said, what's a matter? What's a matter?  I had my head down, and as I walked into the room. I looked up at my Mom.  She looked and started laughing.  I was like MAAAA. She said, OH MY GOD, and just started laughing.  Kim have you seen your face?  I said, yes I know.  She said, Kim, OH MY GOD, and starts laughing. She said, Kim you have sun poisoning. I said, should I go to the hospital?  and she said yes.  I went to the bathroom, and the clouds had lifted from my eyesight, and I could see much better, and I said OH MY GOD! I started to laughed. What the hell!  So, before I left for the hospital, my mom said, Hold on.  I said Ok, as I waited. My Mom comes out of the house with a camera and said, Oh I have to get a picture of this, I said, MAAAA. We both laughed.  Off I went.

I went to the hospital, and sitting there, and people just stared at me. I was like, get me the freak out of here. Finally they called me, and took me into a room.  The doctor comes in and says Whooooa.  I was laughed, and he said, can you do me a favor, and I said yes, he said, can I see your drivers licenses, and so I gave him my license, and I said, why do you want to see it?  He said, I wanted to see the before picture.  I laughed. 

 I sported this Sumo look for about 3 days.  


They say a picture is worth a thousand words.  This story is for sure a visual one, so I'm thankful to my Mom who took this picture.




Sunday, February 17, 2013

When a Boston accent ruins a relationship....

Ok, so those who know me realize that I tend to take on the accents of those around me.  I find it so hard to not speak with an accent if I'm around someone who has one, with that said however, I do realize that I have a strong Boston accent as well. Sometimes, I don't realize how strong it is until someone points it out to me.  When you read this post, you may think that there are a lot of misspellings (god knows, I am famous for them), but it's actually words that are spelt out like someone you were talking to who was from Boston (or my case Taunton).

I had been dating this girl for about 1 month, who was from South Carolina.  One of the girls' pet peeves was someone making fun of her accent. So, as you can tell from my above description of how I tend to talk the same way as the person I'm talking too, this was very hard and for the most part, looking back it at that time, I realized how draining it was not too.

We decided to chill at my house, I'd pick up some sandwiches and watch a movie.  Here is what happened:

Kim:  "So, do you want to meet up on Sattaday?"
Jamie:  "Ok, that sounds like fun, Kem".

So, on that day I get a call and she left the direction at home and could I walk her thru the directions.

Kim:  "Ok, so you are on 24. There is no num-bah on the exit sign, but you are going to take the Nawth Main Street exit"  "Let me know when you get to the exit"
Jamie: "Hey, Kem I just took the exit".
Kim: "Cool, at the stop sign bang a left"
Jamie: "Do whaaaaat?"
Kim: "uh"
Jamie: "Whatcha want  me to dooo?"
Kim: "Um, take a left?"
Jamie: "Ok, I taken the left".
Kim:  "My street comes up quickly" so take that first right"
Jamie:  "Ok"

A few mins go by, and I'm thinking ok, it shouldn't be taken this long.

Kim: "whe-rah-ya?"
Jamie: "I don't know"
Kim: "Well, what is around you?"
Jamie: "Nut'tin"
Kim: "There ain't nothing around you?"
Jamie: "No, Ma'am'"
Kim: "Ok, did you pass Rodgers restaurant, on your right?"
Jamie: "Oh, that is right HHHerrah"
Kim:  "You have gone to far, do a U-ie".
Jamie: "Do whaaaat"
Kim: "Turn around and go back."

Ok, at this point, I feel a little drained.

So, she finally make to my front door. We exchanged greets.  Little time has past.

Kim:  "I hope you are stahvin."
Jamie: "Yes"
Kim:  "I picked up some grinders"
Jamie: "What's that?"
Kim: "A San-witch"
Jamie: "Ok" "Can I HELL-Pah youuuu?"
Kim: "Sure, thanks, can you grab some nackins in the draw
Jamie: "Do whaaaat?"
Kim: (pointing). "Grab some nackins from the draw".
Jamie: (she then grabs some plates from the cabinet) "WeaR should I put the plates?"
Kim: "You can it them ova heah, ova theah"
Jamie: "Do whaaaat?"
Kim: (pointing). "Put them ova heah."
Kim: "Do you wan-nah eat on the couch?"
Jamie: "Sure"
Kim:  "Ok, can you also grab some forks out of the draw and bring them it into the pahla"
Jamie: Do whattttt?"
Kim: (pointing} Can you bring these with you to the couch."
Kim: "Do you want some soder?"
Jamie: "Do whaaaat?"
Kim: "What do you want to drink?"

Ok, at this point, I am a tad more drained

We finally settle in on the couch.
Kim:  "Can you grab the clicah on the end table?"
Jamie: "Do what?"
Kim: (pointing) Can you grab the clicah off the end table?"
Jamie: "a-uh"

Ok, at this point, I feel like I'm dating Helen Keller.

We watched a movie, small talk...

Kim: "Let me throw this stuff in the gahbidge bin'
Jamie: "Do whaaaat?"
Kim: "I'll be right back" (notice how my response changed from repeating myself)

I come back into the room, small talk continues

Jamie: "I need to go to the bathroom"
Kim: "Do whaaaaat?"  (ok, this is the point, where yes I did take on a southern accent and yes I was copying her)
Jamie: "Kem, are you make-in a fun of me?"
Kim: "No, sorry, it's just that you said it a few times tonight".

Jamie: "That is because for the last few hours, I haven't understood a word youuuu saidddd".  (ok, that sentence was spoken very quickly and with an attitude tone).
Kim: "That is ok, because for the last few hours, I thought you were retahded"

Needless to say, that was the end of the night....




Wednesday, February 13, 2013

When birds fly....



It's been awhile since I posted a story on my blog. Hopefully, my comeback won't disappoint.

As you can see in the title, I mention birds. Well, here is my bird history.

My first interaction with a bird is when I was a child.  I was about 7 or so and my two brothers were about 10 and 11.     We were playing outside with a neighborhood friend when my brother brings over a baby bird.  We were all told story of how the mother bird would kick the babies out of the nest in order for them to learn how to fly.  We knew, we just had to help this bird fly into the bright blue sky.  So, my brother runs in house and grabs a bed sheet from the linen closet.  He comes outside, we spread out the sheet on the grass. My other brother gently places the bird in the middle of the sheet. We each grab a corner and slowly raise the sheet up.  On the count of three, lets left the sheet quickly over our heads, which will fling the bird in the air, in hopes that the bird will then learn how to fly and the sheet will soften the landing if the bird didn't fly on the first try.   So one, two, three. We all yell fly birdie fly.  The bird goes up, but quickly comes down.  Still determined, one, two, three. fly birdie fly.  Again, even being flung in the air the bird doesn't even attempt to fly.  Disappointed at our attempts, we tried one last time, we see the bird go up, but at that moment we all realized there is something very wrong. The bird was very limp.  As the bird, drops into the sheet. We placed the sheet back on the grass, and to our shock and horror, the back of the birds head was actually touching the tail feathers. We in fact, killed this bird. We ended up spending that day burying this poor baby bird.  


My second interaction with a bird was my brothers parakeet.  I was about 8 or 9, when I was placed in charge of taking care of my brother's parakeet and gerbils, while they were away at Boy Scots camping.  So, each day, I feed both the parakeet and gerbils feeling like a very grown up girl, helping my brother with his pets.   My brothers came home and my brother went to check on his parakeet and gerbils.  As we all approach the cage, the bird was sitting there, and then all of a sudden falls off the perch and slams down to the floor of the cage, with his little legs standing straight in the air. Our mouths open, oh my god!  My brother said, didn't you feed my bird? As I  exclaimed YES!  I quickly grabbed the box to show him that there was less food then what was in there when he left for camping. He looked at me, and said Kim,  this is the gerbil food not the parakeet food.  You killed the bird.  OMG!   Of course my brothers torture me growing up and even to this day, talk about how I killed the bird.


After those two incidents, I always felt like other birds knew what I did, and after watching the movie "The birds" by Alfred Hitchcock didn't help my mind set.  Growing up, I felt like they were always seeking revenge, in the form of  bird shit.  I was always told that it was good luck but, if you are a recipient of bird do-do, you get over the lucky part real quick.  Ok, so you are saying to yourself, everybody has had this happened to them, Yes, I'm sure at one point of your life, you have had this happened to you, But, I'm not talking one, two or three times I am talking dozens of times. So, while I was writing this portion of the blog.  I checked the internet to see if there was an information about the odds, and sure enough there was, it stated there is a 15% chance while walking and 25% while seated. All of my bird "accidents" have happened while walking.   Looking back at my odds it was more like 30% chance while walking around, that I was going to get splatted on.
 

One time, stands out more than the rest.  I was walking into the grocery store with my mom, and we were walking side by side, I turned and looked up at my mom to say something, and she turn to looking at me, when out of no where bird shit hits my face.  We both stopped.  I was in shock, because it was all over my face and hair and in my mouth.   I have never in my life had seen so much.  After the shock, my mother began to laugh, to a point where she was bent over, and people were looking at us, and I'm still looking like Carrie when she had the pig's blood poured over her at the prom.  We turned around, and got back in the car and I didn't think my mom would be able to drive us home because by now we are both laughing uncontrollably and even said, "what are the odds"? Quickly I ran into the house so I could clean my face, hair and brush my teeth, and I remember just taken shot after shot of Listerine.


So, these stories are funny on their own merit however like a ice cream sundae there is always a cherry.  This story is the cherry.


My mother and I went to Universal Studio's in Florida.  There was a "bird" show, my Mom said lets go, and I was like, nah lets pass. My mom, knowing my bird history said, "Kim, what can happen?"  I said," yeah you are right!"  It's was a seat yourself type of show, so I said, lets sit here. It wasn't close to the front but not too far so we couldn't see the bird tricks.  The bird show commences and they are doing all kinds of tricks, talking, riding bicycles, very cute and light hearted. Then the trainer makes an announcement, Molly (very large colorful bird) will now fly to Sally who is standing in the back of the theater, my heart starts to pound as I make a squeal noise. I quickly turn to see where Sally was standing and she is far away from me, so I had a sigh of relief.  Then the trainer says, she will then fly to Judy who was located at the opposite side of the theater.  Again, I squeal and then I quickly turned and looked for Judy, and again was relieved because she is far away from me.  The trainer goes on to say, then Molly will fly back to me.  So, in my mind, I'm thinking ok, I am no way near the path of this trick.  My mother reconfirms, by saying "Don't worry, it's going to be OK." So the trainer says, Molly go to Sally.  The bird is in flight and it was a very pretty sight.  She lands on Sally's arm, the audience applauses.  The trainer says Molly go to Judy. We watched as Molly takes off, but now it doesn't look like Molly is heading towards Judy.  In fact, Molly is heading my way, I turn around and look at the stage, when all of a sudden the bird hits the top of my head, which pushes my head forward. I scream like there is no tomorrow and at this point dead silence fell over the show.  After a few moments, the trainer says "Molly has never done that before".  I'm thinking no shit, Molly knows a bird killer when she see's one!!!!  Needless, to say after the shock and I was able to gather my nerves, my mom and I walked out laughing, because really what are the odds?