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Thursday, February 11, 2010

Happy Naked Friday!

Every so often, on the eve of a Friday, I think to myself, maybe I will get a message from Trena today that says "Happy Naked Friday!" I know, I know, this is a great opening line to a blog. You were hopefully immediately intrigued! In the blogging community it would probably be the equivalent to "Call me Ishmael" or "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times." Okay, maybe not. How about we Paul Harvey the rest of this story?

Their is a couple in Panhandle with a couple of daughters that I went to high school with. Their oldest daughter was in my sister Lindsay's class and was friends with Lindsay and her best friend Trena. I think their youngest was a freshman when I was a senior. As I think back on this couple now, they were the reason the phrase "too much information" was coined. From a distance they seemed like an average, small town, rotund American couple. She is in banking and he is in insurance. However, this is not your average couple.

Let's start with him. When I was in 7th grade his daughter and I were in the same after lunch group. Our junior high had 30 minutes of group time after lunch that was called Panther Rap. Each Rap group consisted of a mix of 6th, 7th and 8th graders. Now we call these groups learning communities. I guess somewhere along the way administrators decided they did not want us "rapping" together. Our rap group decided to have a fundraiser, and of course we went for the painfully obvious car wash. One group did a bake sale, so we were not the most predictable group. Anyway, HE came to help at our carwash, which was really nice. Our rap group sponsor did not even show up, so the fact that HE and other parents came was a huge help. We all brought hoses, sponges, buckets and rags and met at the parking lot at the Church of Christ to wash some cars, make some money and get some sunburns. Not all of us brought traditional rags. HE got the "rags" out of his car and the group immediately began to react. Mouths opened, jaws dropped, and giggles ensued. He brought old pairs of whitey tities to use as rags to wash the cars. Even now as I type this I am laughing because just the thought of washing someone's car with someone else's old underwear, let alone being paid to do it, is hilairous! I remember being embarrassed by what he brought, but also being the first one to grab a pair so that he would not feel bad about what he brought. To tell you the truth, old undies are pretty good at getting dirt and bug parts off of bumpers, windshields and grills. By the end of the day we were not balling them up when we were scrubbing so that no one would know what we were using to wash their cars. We were joyfully dipping the underoos in the soapy water and slapping them out across the windshields of our customers cars so they could see what we were using. You think our reactions were funny, you should see the expression of a 65 year old woman when you slap an old dirty pair of size 60 undies across their windshield and then tell them "that'll be $10." Priceless.

Now on to her. SHE worked at the bank, and Trena worked there part time after school. Of course SHE was very nice and always has been, but apparently their was a side to her that I and my family would never have known had it not been for Trena. God bless you, Trena! HE and SHE apparently had a very, very healthy marriage. For those of you who are not catching my drift, I'm talking about sex. It is natural to have a certain amount of disclosure with the people you work with. If you think about it, we spend more time with the people we work with then we do with our own friends and family. That being said, their is a difference between disclosure and full disclosure. Apparently Friday's were reserved to discuss "Naked Friday," which was a tradition HE and SHE had grown accustomed to over the years. Their girls would be out on the town at local sporting events, dragging main street, or other such nonsense, and their parents would be at home, naked, thus coining the phrase "Naked Friday." I guess it went even further than that. Monday's were reserved for talking about how fun Naked Friday was and what would happen the next Friday. I am sure at some point I heard details, which I have since deleted from my memory, but I will let you fill in your own blanks. Ever since the first mention of Naked Friday, Trena has taken it upon herself to remind us of this HE and SHE family holiday. It was always funny when she did it, especially since it happened every Friday of my senior year. It got even funnier when I went to college because it did not happen ever Friday. Sometimes I would check my email Friday between classes and have a random email from Trena that said Happy Naked Friday. She would send them to me, Lindsay, my brother Clay and my parents. I still get an occasional facebook message from Trena with the same sentiment and it always makes me laugh.

Perhaps I will log on to facebook when I am finished blogging and send her the same message! It's about time I was the one to spread the love!

2 comments:

  1. Thanks so much for the laugh! Keith and I really needed this right now.

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  2. Hey, glad you liked it! Hope you two had a Happy Valentine's!

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