U is for
Uvula. Isn't that a funny word? It's that little hangy down thing you see when you look at the back of your throat.
Uranus. Another funny word, if you are a 12 year old boy, or my husband. He never misses a chance to use the word Uranus in a sentence.
Umbrella. I never have one if it's raining.
V is for
(borrowed flickr photo)
Volkswagen Bug. Growing up, we had a VW Bug. Not a cute convertible. It was a beater. It was a dull beige color with a dented, rusted rear fender. It was loud and it was ugly. The vinyl seats had rips that hurt your legs if you were wearing shorts. The ac was 255 (two windows down and going 55 mph). The heat came out of a tiny vent beside your feet. Your feet would be on fire and the rest of you freezing. That car was the bane of my existence. When I was 15 and starting high school I met a boy during marching band camp. He was going to be a junior and had a brand new shiny red firebird. We hit it off and started hanging out together. I remember this day as clearly as if it were yesterday. The new friend, (I'll call him Kelly, since that was his name and there's no need to protect the not-so-innocent) happened to be at the house of a boy who lived down the street. We pulled up to a stop sign in front of the neighbor's house and he and Kelly walked over to say hello. The look on his face when he saw the car I was in, the only thing worse came later when he came to pick me up for a date. We lived in a tiny trailer, nothing at all like the great big home he lived in and it was apparent he was uncomfortable. We continued to date a short while longer until he decided to start dating another girl (he forgot to tell me first). The other girl drove a corvette and they were much more suited to one another. I'm not proud that I was so affected by a materialistic jerk, but I was. It was very hurtful to feel rejected because of where I lived or the car my family drove. I know now, what you have says so little about who you are. I'd love to have that VW Bug now. The wonderful un-materialistic man I married just so happens to be very good at making beater cars beautiful.
On a very funny side note, I used the above photo because I don't have any of our long since departed bug. While searching for a photo to use I put ugly beige Volkswagen bug in a google image search. On the second page of photos, about halfway down, there's a picture of Alyssa's room. Ha!! Pretty funny huh? Then on the third page, there's a picture of my couch. That is so strangely funny to me.
