Hey hey my southern fried junkies! Sorry for the absence.. I am going through a personal battle right now and haven't really been inspired to write. Today is Thursday, so we'll do a Throwback Thursday story. I'll try not to make it so long since you all have hopefully already endured the length of my last blog.
I'll take you back to some year I don't remember, I think it was 1995... We lived in Maryland and I think it was Lexington Park, but I could be wrong. Yeah, there's a good chance I'm wrong. Anyways, Maryland. 1995. Let's go...
My cousin Clayton and I have always been pretty close, in age and as family. He is 6 months older than me being born in April and I in November. When we were kids we were constantly playing outside because that's what we did back then, we played outside. We played Ninja Turtles and Power Rangers, I was always the Pink ranger, and he was always the White. Of course my brothers played with us too lol, we didn't leave them out. My Mema and Pepa lived in a huge house that had a big balcony off the back. It was a 2-story with a basement. There was a swing set back there and a trees that we used to climb. We really loved that house. We used to shoot down Daddy-Long-Legs under the balcony with our Super Soakers. We all are terrified of spiders but this was an awesome activity. One particular day we were back there shooting down spiders when I remembered I had learned a new word I need to tell Clayton about. I learned how to spell SEX. I then taught Clayton how to spell SEX. He then commenced in writing the word SEX with his Super Soaker on the wall under the balcony. We all laughed for a minute. Then I, being the little shit that I was, ran upstairs and immediately told on him. I went straight to my Aunt Margie and told her that Clayton wrote a bad word with his water gun. She went down and checked out the evidence. Clayton got in trouble. I laughed and laughed and laughed. Pepa used to have a paddle that had all our names on it and every time we got hit with it, he would put a check or tally mark next to it. If I'm not mistaken, Clayton got a tally mark for that. I didn't get hit with it as frequently as the boys did. I think it's cause I think I was his favorite ;) lol. But anyways, for some reason that is my favorite story of me and Clayton. Oh there are so many more. This guy is my best guy friend that happens to share the same blood line with me. Even though I got him in trouble that, trust me it wasn't the only time I got him in trouble, he is still someone that I know I cant count on when I really need him. He's proven that to me on more than one occasion. My life would be a lot more boring without my cousin Clayton, even if we don't see each other often. He's always a call away, and his is a voice in my head all the time. I leave you with a photo of Clay and I from 2009, I cant find the ones from when we were younger, they are most likely at my Dad's house. So we were much older and much drunker than in the story I just told you... but eh...
oh and HEY CLAY (if you're reading this) we definitely need to go dancing, I need my 2-steppin partner!!!
I leave you, as always, telling you to make sure you tell them you love them and I, your humble blogger, love you <3
Peace bitches!!!!
