buses. not just for school.

from my fbf post with the camper i thought about the "camper" we had here and that's how this happened. even though my dad's a jerkass, he's done some pretty neat stuff. sometimes. i submit: when we moved back to the states from italy, he bought a bus. a bus? you say? yes. a bus. and then he converted it into an RV type-a thing. he did indeed. it had beds and more beds and a table that turned into a bed and a stove and cabinets AND you could climb up on the roof and just HANG OUT! it was SO cool.

until he drove it to texas with us where it got bees in it. when i was having my, let's say 12th birthday out there, we all had to run screaming from the bus into the house where we slept in the living room. then on monday at school everyone was talking about the creepy things my mother had in the living room.

so the bus. he didn't paint the outside. no, he left the outside very bus-like. it was orangey and delicious. and people would say, "oh, the house with the bus?" and i would say, "schmessh." really softly. EVEN THOUGH! the house is like up a hill and not right on the road, for heavens sake. he could of at least put that thing in the back pasture.

another thing i just thought of? they bought a volvo in italy right before i was born that we had until i was nineteen years old. if that's not crazy i don't want to be.... wait, if that's sane i want to be crazy. right? that was right, right? ok.

anywho, the bus was a huge part of my childhood in california. we camped all over northern calif in that thing. and people stared at us camping all over calif in that thing. and my dad stared at people staring at us camping all over calif in that thing. you get the idea.

but they are def fond memories. except for all the mutal staring going on. the roof was the best part. it was flat and it was high up and IT HAD A LADDER! I KNOW! ladders are the fucking shit! i think at that age the comments about the bus at the house went over my head. it was much more noticeable then and i think you get used to the attention. i mean, a neighborhood in the hills of san fran with a huge bus in front of it? classy. true story: we trick or treated at joe montana's house every year. mostly treats because that bitch gave out FULL SIZED candy! FULL SIZED!

redwood park? much more awesome from the top of a bus. banana slugs? easier to kiss on a dare on the top of a bus. my dad? did not like to be on the top of the bus. triple. threat.

and that's the time. you found out becky's family is and always has been weird. and that's also the time that you were like damn! becky's hot in bedazzled eighties shirt and really short skirt. even when she was 12.

i updated the handwriting post! (tell me if you did/do one! PLEASE! because i wanna see it! a lot!)

i updated the TMIT guessing game! i have an uncanny ability to avoid smelly liquids being expelled from body holes! talents! *knock on wood*