Where do Babies Come From?

(Note: The following conversation is, IN FACT, a real conversation. It really DID happen, and I did not make one bit of it up! I did, however, change the name to protect his identity…although he probably won’t talk to me after this anyway)!

Since Hubby is away this week, I will have to find other people to torment…and I can think of one person, in particular, that I have been meaning to torment via blog. One of my FAVORITE friends from WAAAAAYYYY back. For the purpose of this blog, let’s call him Hacim. Hacim and I went to highschool together and have known each other for a VERY long time. (I think he would say we have known each other too long). I consider him one of my best friends, although he would proably say he doesn’ t think of me that way, but it is just a cover. He would be quite sad without me. Isn’t that right, Hacim? 🙂

Well, when we were in college Hacim, myself, and my roomates had a VERY interesting conversation one night. It went something like this. (FYI–My memory is very accurate when it comes to this and I think you will see why). 

Me: Hey, Hacim do you know where babies come from? (He didn’t take Advanced Bio 3-4 like the rest of us smarty pants, so I thought I would make fun of him—hey I used to be smart!)

Hacim: Of course, I do. They come from a boy and a girl when they do stuff together.

My Roomate: Oh yea, but where do they come out?

Hacim: Well, the girl grows another hole somewhere down there (pointing down).

Me and Roomie (trying to contain our laughter, but failing MISERABLY): What do you mean…”grows another hole?”

Hacim (clearly getting angry): Well, HOW should I know, I am not a girl. They just grow another hole and the baby pops out, right!?

Me and Roomies burst into a fit of giggles.

Fast forward 12 years later:

Me (sing song like–in front of his new girl): Hey Hacim, WHERE DO BABIES COME FROM?

Hacim: Shut the eff up!

His Girl: What is this story?

Me: I can fill you in, see it all happened one day in college….

Hacim(rolling eyes): Shut up!

I don’t think he will EVER, EVER live this down. EVER. Gotta love memories, right Hacim? 🙂

Demolition in the Desert

Note: Hubby’s nice post is being delayed due to the happenings of this weekend. 🙂

This weekend, we packed up our bags and headed to Tucson. It was the great game rivalry of ASU (BOO) versus U of A (GO CATS). Since Hubby and I both went to undergrad at U of A, we decided we would head down there and see if we could get some tickets to THE GAME. (I had been complaining all week because I heard it was sold out—but sometimes a true fan needs to take risks). Plus we decided it would be more fun to go to a bar in Tucson to root for our beloved Wildcats then hang out in Phoenix with all the scum devils. So, Friday night we jumped in the car and headed to Tucson. As soon as we got close, I could feel the amazing WILDCAT energy in the air and knew we had made the right decision. We headed to our old drinking place Kon Tiki. This place hands out drinks the size of a small swimming pool. They are called scorpion bowls and are AMAZING. Here is me drinking my bowl…but not wanting the picture.

That night we found a hotel and decided we would get up early and try and see if we could get some tickets. We meandered around the campus and went to the box office and much to our excitement there were (a few) tickets left…which we quickly snatched up! We were both so excited. We then wandered around for a bit and watched the tailgaters set up. Hubby was in hog heaven at this point because he loves tailgating and wanted to observe these “true tailgators” I mean it was intense. There were people in HUGE RVs with HUGE grills and all kinds of set ups with their U of A tents, bowls, flags, and stickers. It was awesome (after being at Yale for the last 3 years…..Hubby hadn’t seen a real tailgate in awhile). People were having a great time and the best part was the Wildcat energy that was in the air. It was electrifying…we knew that those lame scum devils were going to be sent home crying.

Watching all the rivalry type shirts was fun too….there was the ASWho shits…the ASUCKS…the You bet your sweet ass I hate those sun devils…well you get my point. Another funny thing was watching all the girls that hoochified their t-shirts. Our friend said, and I quote “you gotta love the sorostitutes.” So as you can imagine, the people watching was pretty fun!

Finally, it was game time! We met up with some old friends and went inside. All I can say is AWESOME.

We had the BEST time and OF COURSE the Wildcats won! The final score: 31 Wildcats to 10 Scum devils. I think one of my favorite parts was when the scum devils in the bleachers had no more snide comments because they knew they had been SLAPPED. And then the field was rushed…..

 It was an awesome time, a great game and I have to say I miss good ol Tucson.

GOOOOOOOOOOOO CATS!