The Good Friday My Ass Was Grass

My Dad has some crazy sayings. My sister Lysa, fellow blogger, highlighted a few here:
http://lysastylski.blogspot.com/2012/11/am-i-more-than-phrase.html

This one in particular, “Your ass is grass and I have a lawn mower.” Translated: You are in deep cha cha.

lawn
We had moved to a new area, I changed schools and quite honestly, as the youngest of five, I was well educated in teenage shenanigans. My parents went to see family in upstate New York. I was to get on the train after school and head to DC to stay with my sister, Megan. 17-year old assessment of situation. An open house to myself, friends that could buy beer, no parental guidance …TGIGF!

party

Partying like its 1989, about 40 people smelling like teen spirit and some Paula Abdul blaring in the townhouse, I decide to head out with a friend to another party.
It’s raining out, I selected to take my Mom’s 1984 Monte Carlo slapstick shifter (ok, not really, Honda accord 5-speed) and leave my pen unattended with a keg party in full gear…

Ron-Burgundy-Say-What-Anchorman-2
On a back road, possibly going too fast, not quite experienced on downshifting prior to a 90-degree turn, I don’t quite make the turn but maneuver the car, oh so gently, over a broken telephone pole and practically slice the car down the middle stopping with the pole out the trunk.

car wrecked
Strangely, no ticket. Dodged one bullet. Quick outline of the next 24 hours, remember no cell phones:

No injuries… friend’s Mom picks me up…her daughter at my house partying …I spend night in quiet home …drunk sleepover at my house…my Mom calls house (mother’s intuition)…girls answer thinking it’s me…Liz Burns about to go postal…girls hang up…Mom calls back…girls hang up…Dad calls back..girls hang up…I return…answer phone…Mom says she is coming home…I get immediate ride to the train station…arrive in DC…whoop it up for the last night of freedom.

beer pong

Thankfully, the only grass I need to deal with this weekend is on the bottom of the Easter baskets for my three, sweet bunnies. A Bobism to remember, you breed ‘em, you feed ‘em. I guess that includes peeps and chocolate rabbits.

poop

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About alisonguzzio

A marketing and public relations veteran, Alison Guzzio has directed projects for a range of high-tech, pharmaceutical, security, ecommerce, manufacturing, chemical, global trade and broadband companies. Strengths include positioning companies to maximize visibility among key stakeholders such as media, investors, channel partners and customers. Alison has a strong understanding of business objectives and she effectively translates this into results for her clients. In addition to her experience managing the demands on emerging companies, Alison is skilled in taking products from conception to roll-out, developing creative marketing plans, generating media coverage along the entire product lifecycle and leading brand awareness campaigns during critical growth stages.
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One Response to The Good Friday My Ass Was Grass

  1. mchanna77 says:

    I ABSOLUTELY look forward to every post. I love hearing stories of your childhood. The Burns family is a fun and crazy bunch. I wish I had been one of the Burns girls!!! Love ya!

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