AVADIJ- Paths Part 3

Oh, that my people would listen to me!
Oh, that Israel would follow me, walking in my paths!
Psalm 81:13

Okay, back to the story... you guys still with me? Alright, let's proceed....
(If you're just joining us, and you like to be in the know, you can catch up on these tales of ridiculousness with part 1 and part 2)

We last left off in my miserable existence of unrequited love. I had been snubbed by both Tim* and River Phoenix. I lived those years in 1987 & 1988 not even realizing the joy & peace I could have had in the Lord. I picture God just patiently waiting for me to look to him for comfort...to listen to His words...instead, that summer I took wallowing to an art form. I discovered the works of Patsy Cline and the medicinal properties of peanut butter & hot fudge.

As the beginning of the new year approached,however, I rallied with inexplicable hope. What I needed was a new plan, that's it! My journal maps out my newest scheme: Blind them with fashion. (ya'll are gonna love this! )

Monday 9/12/88
1. red dress
2. red hat (what on earth?)
3. white shoes
4. white purse (I rated this one 3 stars on my follow up entry)

Tuesday 9/13/88
1. polka-dotted Bongo skirt
2. polka-dotted Bongo shirt
3. black tank top
4. white shoes
5. polka dot earrings (holy cats! enough polka dots? you think?)
6. polka dot purse (I gave this one 4 stars, btw.)

Weds 9/14/88
1. white pants w/plaid suspenders (if memory serves me, these also had a paper-bag waist)
2. navy blue shirt
3. black shoes and belt (I believe the black shoes were lace up granny boots)
4. try to find some navy socks (this getup earned 3 stars)

Thursday 9/15/88
1. green plaid skirt
2. red shirt
3. white shoes
4. white purse (get ready to gasp at the grand finale.... shield your eyes)
5. red tights (oh! the horror! and I rated it FIVE STARS! Where were my friends?!)

Friday 9/16/88
1. Coca-Cola Shirt
2. Tan Shorts
3. Red Socks
4. white tennies (I apparently did not love this one. Three stars and the word, "okay" ... perhaps I should have added some RED TIGHTS?????)

As you can clearly see, I hit the 11th grade rockin' the fashion world with my red tights (RED TIGHTS! WHAT ON EARTH?!!?) and ready for a great year. Ready for a picture? Bet you can't wait!

My 11th grade yearbook picture
trying to distract from my pathetic, non-awesome bangs using Sun-In

Early in September, I hit a stroke of luck. I saw a boy named Austin* walk into the cafeteria one day as I was walking out. I recognized him from my old junior high school (the one 100 miles north!), and I was certain it was a sign that we were destined for true love. My friend Tawnya was fabulous to me- she was already driving that year and was on a mission to help me get over Tim ASAP. She came up with the best scheme- we would go and pick Austin up from his work at McDonald's, and casually mention we were headed to the school dance. The idea was that I would look so hot that he would not be able to resist coming with us. Tawnya was brilliant with her plans that way...she even mastered a scheme so Austin and I would be in the back seat together. Like I said, the girl is quite a brain.

To my shock and awe, the plan worked... somehow I found myself headed to the dance in the back seat of Tawnya's blue Ford Escort sitting inches away from my destiny.

That night I wrote in my journal;

"We slow danced, hugged, held hands, but no kiss. Almost positive he's calling me tomorrow. He is so rad!"

You can only guess what happened the next day, though if you are a recovering dork like me, it won't shock you to find out about what happened with the anticipated "next day" phone call... and now that you're surely on the edge of your seat... I'll wrap up this post and leave you hungering for more of my non-juicy, boring, tales of angst as I head slowly toward the actual point of this series. At this rate, we should get there around December...

more to come...


*names changed to protect my dignity the innocent.