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My WWF Days

1 Aug

I remember standing up on our brown cushy couch figuring out the angles, measuring the distances, and then jumping off, soaring really, and doing my best Jake the Snake impression on my imaginary wrestling partner. The referee would dramatically slide next to me and pound on the mat.

One!

Two!

Three!

Ding! Ding! Ding!

The winner and newwwwwwww champion The Guat!

Ahhhhhhhhhh! The crowd would roar as I held up the belt.

All of this taking place in my best whisper voice ever as it was the quietest Royal Rumble. My mom didn’t appreciate the sport much, or the fact that I’d be jumping off the furniture.

But even though it was hush-hush I’d still battle them all, Andre The Giant, Ravishing Rick Rude, The Million Dollar Man Ted Diabiase, The Iron Shiek, King Kong Bundy, and Rowdy Roddy Piper. Other than Andre the Giant, Rowdy Roddy Piper was pretty tough in the ring. He was always so sneaky, like all villains should be, but I still kind of liked him better than the other villains.

:)

🙂

We’d have epic battles, where my participation on the ultimate wrestling team of Jake The Snake, Randy Macho Man Savage, Hulk Hogan and The British Bulldogs, was crucial. They couldn’t have done it without me.

I remember the WWF as being a big part of my childhood, just like Saturday morning cartoons. So when I heard of Rowdy Roddy Piper’s death, it was kind of sad, like a piece of childhood had gotten smaller because of his absence. Even though he was a “bad guy” in the wrestling world, with his sneaky eye pokes, it was sad to hear of that loss. His death reminded me of all those Royal Rumbles I had at my house and how fun it was to imagine winning the championship belt, or just getting the three count from the ref. It took me back to some childhood moments that made me really happy.

And so today I remember Rowdy Roddy Piper and the WWF days of the past. I thank him for the good memories.

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Weekly Photo Challenge: Big

16 Oct

Big — Tom Hanks

Big.

Hanging out on the couch watching this movie with my Uncle Erick on a VCR — yes back then I had a VCR.

Hanging out wishing I had a big piano like that.

Hanging out wishing that when I “grew up” I’d have a job like Josh Baskin.

Hanging out and my Uncle Erick cracking up because I knew the song…

Down down baby, down down the roller coaster.

Sweet sweet baby, sweet sweet don’t let me go.

Shimmy shimmy coco pop, shimmy shimmy rock.

Shimmy shimmy coco pop, shimmy shimmy rock.

I met a girlfriend- a triscuit, she said a triscuit-a biscuit,

ice cream soda pop, vanilla on the top

Oooohh Shalida, walking down the street, ten times a week

I meant it. I said it. I stole my mama’s credit.

I’m cool. I’m hot.

Sock you in the stomach three more times.

The 80s. They were pretty Big with me.

Big.

Celebrating 100 Days With a Blast From the Past

13 Apr

 Reaching 100. This is a milestone.

Woo-hoo!

100 posts. Most television shows that reach 100 episodes host a party with a nice catered spread and balloons. Talk shows have people like Madonna or Prince give a performance.

Me?

I have Framboise and a great story.

What kind?

The Junior High School love kind … it’s the best kind. It involves notes, lockers, passing bells, hairspray, dances, and love songs like  I Need Love, Spring Love, A Groovy Kind of Love,  Heaven, and In Your Eyes.

In looking through photographs for this week’s photo challenge I thought about the different Jake Ryan’s in my life. I also remembered something a friend asked me a long time ago.

Have you ever loooooooooved someone soooooooo much… I mean so much that it was like too much?

Uh … No.

But then I remembered Virgil Junior High and my first crush.   

So in honor of my 100th post I thought I’d share an excerpt of  a short story I wrote a while back about my first crush. This is the excerpt …

…  I closed the bedroom door and turned the hallway light on. All the family photo albums with the 70s’ covers that were in our so-called library (Uncle Ericks’s old textbooks and reading books, as well as Spanish encyclopedias up to the letter P) were slumped over. No matter how many times I fixed them they’d still fall, with old faded Polaroids and papers sticking out.

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I turned around and admired the Menudo poster taped to the door of my miniature closet. I looked into Charlie’s eyes and for some reason, knew he was looking back. He was the cutest. He always put a smile on my face, and it wasn’t because he was wearing tight black leather pants and a red sleeveless t-shirt with rhinestones. It was the way he smiled. It was the way he looked at me through the poster, like I was the only one he sang “Subete A Mi Moto,” to.

 I looked for something to wear. I didn’t care, really. It was just school. Jeans, a t-shirt, and Vans. Nothing too fancy. A ponytail or hairclip and a little bit of gel. Got my backpack and was out the door.

I was about halfway to school when I noticed a boy across the street staring at me. I looked up and stared back. He smiled. I smiled back, put my head down, and kept walking. I looked up again and he was still staring at me. He made me nervous. Not like the gangsters-in-the-alley nervous. A different kind – the kind I get when I’m at the top of a roller coaster, at its highest point, right before it comes swooshing down. It was that kind of nervous.

“Aren’t you in orchestra?”

I looked at him, and then looked to my left and right. I pointed at myself with a confused look on my face.

“Yeah, you. You play the violin or something. You’re in strings right?”

“Yeah. The cello.”

“Yeah you come out, while I go in. I’m in winds. I play the trumpet.”

“Oh.”

“Don’t you know Gero and Manuel?”

“Yeah. I’ve known them for a long time. They live in my building. It’s just a couple blocks down.”

He stopped walking. I stopped walking. He crossed the street and stood there in front of me. I got more roller-coaster butterflies. He had nice big brown eyes and smooth skin. His lips looked soft. They didn’t have those dry lines that parted other guys’ lips. His hair was brown and combed to the right side. It was short in the back and long in front almost touching his long eyelashes. He wore white Nikes with the blue swoosh and jeans with a green LaTigre shirt.

“I’m Rafael. But everyone calls me Lito.”

“Hey. My name is—”

“Yeah. I know who you are …”

We looked at each other and smiled. We began walking. For some reason, the walk to school was a lot faster that morning. We talked all the way there. He had no brothers or sisters, liked Funyuns, Cheetos and Dr. Pepper, played Atari with his cousin, went to Beverly Elementary, liked baseball, liked Fernando Valenzuela of the Dodgers, hated the Atlanta Braves, liked Magic Johnson and had Mr. Bass for 5thperiod P.E.

I wanted to keep talking, but we had already gotten to school.

“All right. Maybe I’ll see you in between third and fourth period.”

“Yeah. That’d be nice.” He said. “Maybe. See ya.”

“Yeah. See ya.”

I walked to class, not really thinking about learning anything. The whole day was like that. I wanted to get to third period and have it finish so I could run into him. I wanted to feel nervous again.

Third period came and went. I packed up my cello and walked out of the auditorium. I searched the faces of those coming in and saw him. I slicked my hair back and walked in his direction. He saw me. He almost tripped and bumped into somebody. His face turned red. I smiled. He smiled. We locked eyes and said hello without saying anything. He took out a folded piece of paper from his front pocket and handed it to me. He smiled and went inside the auditorium with the rest of the crowd. I put the paper in my pocket and rushed to class before the tardy bell rang.

Once I got to fourth period I unfolded the note and this is what it said:

 It was nice walking to school with you. I’ll be walking to school at 7:20 tomorrow morning.

Lito

I put the note in my pocket and daydreamed the rest of the period.

I woke up at 6:45 a.m. and got right out of bed. I heard Chumpis through our bedroom window singing “Lala Means I Love You.” I stumbled out of the bottom bunk bed and walked to the bathroom. It was locked. My sister was in the bathroom.

“Leila! Leila! C’mon I gotta pee.”

“Do you wanna kill me, because you almost did. Why do you knock like that? I almost poked my eye out, stupid!”

“Don’t call me stupid. You’re stupid, stupid!”

 “You’re stupid.”

 “Stupid.”

 “Shut up.”

 “No, you shut up.”

 “A la gran puchica! Both of you shut up!”

 “Dad! She almost poked my eye out.”

 “Do you still have both eyeballs?”

 “Yes.”

 “All right, then.”

 “You heard that Leila. Shut up and let me in.”

“Five minutes.”

“All right. Five minutes!”

I closed the bedroom door and sat on the green carpet in front of my miniature closet, looking at my Menudo poster. Charlie seemed different that morning. He was still smiling, but he wasn’t as cute.

I opened the closet door and tried to decide what to wear. I looked at all my clothes for a moment, and then decided on the burgundy corduroy pants and navy blue blouse.

“Leila. C’mon I don’t want to be late. Leila!”

She opened the door.

“I was gonna open the door already. You didn’t have to pound on it. I was already done.”

“What’s that miracle?”

“Shut up.”

“All right, let me through. I gotta take a shower. I can’t be late.”

Leila walked out of the bathroom and left. I quickly took a shower and got dressed. I was combing my hair when there was a knock on the door.

“What?”

“Gero and Manuel are outside waiting.” Dad said.

“Oh … Um … what time is it?”

 “About 7:15.”

 “Is it 7:15 exactly?”

“Something like that.”

“I need to know.”

“It’s 7:13.”

“Oh … um … I’m not ready yet.”

“Well go tell them. I’m going back to sleep.”

I walked to the living room window and pulled back the beige curtains. I told them I wasn’t ready, to go ahead without me. They left and I went back into the bathroom.

I finished fixing my hair and added a little gel and Aquanet. Leila’s Wet-N-Wild Frosty Chocolate lipstick was on top of the hamper. I picked it up and put some on, smacking my lips together a couple of times like I’d seen some models do in the commercials. I looked at myself to make sure there were no Crest or Lady Speedstick stains on my clothes and walked out of the bathroom. Our Sanyo digital clock read 7:18 a.m. I picked up my bag and left.

I walked up the street feeling the roller-coaster butterflies. I walked three blocks and there he was on the corner, wearing a red LaTigre shirt and blue jeans, looking like he was waiting for a bus with no bus stop on that corner.