While we're on the subject of our yard, let me introduce you to my favorite tree, Jeremiah, named after my war cry of choice, the one that I'd holler before flinging myself down the tallest slide in the playground when I was around three or four years old. Why Jeremiah? Because I thought that I was yelling GERANIMO like all of the rest of the children who, in retrospect, were laughing
at me not
with me, aren't you just
shocked that I never picked up on that?
The original Jeremiah declaration represented the first in a long line of self inflicted embarrassments, which I am sure that those who know me would happily confirm if any of them actually took the time to comment on this blog. FIVE POINTS FOR ME.
But rest assured that Jeremiah's legacy of
public humiliation is alive and well and not just because his namesake happens to reside in our front yard.
As if I need to point that out.
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6 comments:
I love Jeremiah! And rest assured that I would be laughing with you and not at you. If that's one of your remembered embarrassments, then you are doing pretty well for yourself! I shudder to think at the many times I've made a fool of myself. Ay karambah!
Oh, don't worry. I use to say all kinds of stuff that I thought was the "real" phrase, only to find out twenty years later I was just wrong.
Do you remember singing Jeremiah was a Bullfrog at camp one summer?! I think it was somehow part of our cabin's skit. Haha! Fun memories!
Do you remember Roxanne?! EVERY time I hear that song I think of Carrie and Lori!
Jeremiah rocks....and you yelling it at the top of your lungs, priceless;)
hey tuchas! i'm still learning how to comment on your blog but to everyone out there, this is in fact a true story. confirmed by someone who has known kelly for over 25 years!
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