Pretty Butt's New Writeupshttp://everything2.com/?node=New%20Writeups%20Atom%20Feed&foruser=Pretty Butt2009-02-15T23:09:51Zibbly dibbly (how-to)http://everything2.com/user/Pretty+Butt/writeups/ibbly+dibblyPretty Butthttp://everything2.com/user/Pretty+Butt2009-02-15T23:09:51Z2009-02-15T23:09:51Z<p><i>Ibbly Dibbly is a game to play while you are drinking (and at least a little buzzed). I learned it from my <a href="/title/Scottish">Scottish</a> friend, <a href="/title/dark+prince">Kieren</a>, when he ventured to visit in California.</i></p>
<p>To play, you will need:</p>
<ul>
<li>one <a href="/title/wine+cork">wine cork</a></li>
<li>one <a href="/title/light">light</a>er (be safe, lets use common sense here, people)</li>
<li>at least 4 people. <a href="/title/The+more%252C+the+merrier">The more, the merrier</a>.</li>
</ul>
<p>You will sit in some formation of a <a href="/title/circle">circle</a>, and each player will be assigned a number. <br />After numbers have been assigned to each player, person <a href="/title/number+1">number 1</a> will start the game and say:<br /><br />"I am ibbly dibbly number one, with no ibbly dibblies, passing to ibbly dibbly number 2, with no ibbly dibblies."</p>
<p>Person number 2 must then repeat the phrase exactly without stumbling over the words or hesitating, and the game continues on as such.</p>
<p>"I am ibbly dibbly number ____, with ____ ibbly dibblies, passing to ibbly dibbly number ____, with ____ ibbly dibblies..."</p>
<p>You have to <a href="/title/remember">remember</a><!-- close unclosed tag --></p>…dice games (how-to)http://everything2.com/user/Pretty+Butt/writeups/dice+gamesPretty Butthttp://everything2.com/user/Pretty+Butt2009-02-13T04:49:27Z2009-02-13T04:49:27Z<p><b>Garage Dice </b><br /><i><sub>(because we play it in the garage, duh)</sub></i><br /><br />Requires:</p>
<ul>
<li>2-6 people</li>
<li>(5) 6-sided dice</li>
<li>Paper and pen (to keep score)</li>
<li>Basic math skills<br /></li>
</ul>
<p>To get on the <a href="/title/bored">board</a>, you have to have at least <a href="/title/500">500</a> points.
After you are on the board, you will need at least 300 points each turn in order to <a href="/title/vinyl">record</a> your score. <br />Each turn, you have to roll something that you can get points for in order to keep <a href="/title/rolling">rolling</a> (example: you have to roll at least one (1) or one (5), etc to continue with your turn). You will set aside the dice that you wish to add to your score. Once all 5 dice have been scored and you have not hit a <a href="/title/dead+end">dead end</a>, you can pick up all 5 dice again and roll another turn, adding to your accumulative score. </p>
<p>You can continue to roll the dice until you reach a 'dead end'. Dead ends are when you roll your remaining dice and do not get any score-able points. If this happens, you<!-- close unclosed tag --></p>…pretty, but (personal)http://everything2.com/user/Pretty+Butt/writeups/pretty%252C+butPretty Butthttp://everything2.com/user/Pretty+Butt2009-02-09T23:26:19Z2009-02-09T23:26:19Z<p>Every girl has been told that she is <a href="/title/pretty">pretty</a>. I don't care who you are. People tell girls to their faces, "You're pretty," but they don't always mean it. </p>
<p>Its the time you spend <a href="/title/eavesdropping">eavesdropping</a>, listening in to the grown ups <a href="/title/talk+about+you">talk about you</a> in the other room, that lets you know exactly <i><a href="/title/what">what</a></i> you are and <i><a href="/title/where">where</a></i> you stand with them and their personal o<a href="/title/pin">pin</a>ions. </p>
<p>"She's so <a href="/title/pretty+butt">pretty, but</a>..." You think that adults would have better <a href="/title/manners">manners</a>, or at least know when you're listening in from 4 feet away, and trying not to cry your little eyes out. </p>
<p>Great-Aunt Melody, <a href="/title/gods+love+her">gods love her</a>, was the biggest purveyor of pretty-but. <br />Except she was the only one who'd ever <a href="/title/say+it+to+my+face">say it to my face</a>. "Oh <a href="/title/honey">honey</a>, you're so pretty, but you should just lose a little bit of <a href="/title/wait">weight</a>. You've got those long legs, honey, you could be a <i>model</i> if you wanted. Gosh, I always wished I was tall like you..." <br />I always wanted to <a href="/title/hate">hate</a> her for it, but then I'd<!-- close unclosed tag --></p>…Rainy Sunday (place)http://everything2.com/user/Pretty+Butt/writeups/Rainy+SundayPretty Butthttp://everything2.com/user/Pretty+Butt2009-02-09T19:51:06Z2009-02-09T19:51:06Z<p>We always have our best times at the beach, starting with the <a href="/title/first+time">first time</a> we traded <a href="/title/Corona+del+Mar">I-Love-Yous</a>*, all the way up to <a href="/title/yesterday">yesterday</a>, when we walked along the cold beach, and I used my toes to flip over bits of oyster shells while you <a href="/title/stone+skipping">skipped</a> rocks and shells back into the waves.</p>
<p>I will probably always remember you <a href="/title/handsome">the way you were</a> yesterday, smiling and <a href="/title/rosy-cheeked">rosy-cheeked</a> from the <a href="/title/cold">cold</a>. <br /><a href="/title/I+love+Lucy">Stomping our feet like turning grapes to wine</a> and letting the sand suck our feet in up to the ankles. <br />I waited for the rain to fall on us, and thought about how <a href="/title/delicious">delicious</a> it would be to stand in the cold, on the beach, with w<a href="/title/arm">arm</a> m<a href="/title/out">out</a>hs being our only point of contact and <a href="/title/raindrops">raindrops</a> stuck to our <a href="/title/eyelashes">eyelashes</a>. </p>
<p>But the rain never came, so I <a href="/title/coax">coax</a>ed kisses out of you anyway, brushed <a href="/title/sand">sand</a> off your jacket, and thought about when I'd have the time to <a href="/title/dance">dance</a> slowly, and just for you, in my bedroom, <a href="/title/silhouette">backlit</a> against <a href="/title/wet">wet</a>,<!-- close unclosed tag --></p>…Heart licking (person)http://everything2.com/user/Pretty+Butt/writeups/Heart+lickingPretty Butthttp://everything2.com/user/Pretty+Butt2009-01-26T23:21:21Z2009-01-26T23:21:21Z<p>This morning he slept late, it was all <a href="/title/my+fault">my fault</a>. </p>
<p>I woke in the early, gray hours when light threatened to <a href="/title/peep">peep</a> in through my blinds and climbed out of bed to twist them shut. When I climbed back into bed with him, I covered us both with my favorite blanket. <br />Seeing him sleep <a href="/title/so+sweet">so sweet</a>ly, I couldn't help myself. I pushed my fingers into his chest and through his breast bone and at last, I tore open the pericardium and fished around until my <a href="/title/child">small</a> hands felt the thudding, muscled mass that is his heart. His real, true heart. <a href="/title/I+held+it+close">I held it close</a> to my face in the shaded room while it shifted and <a href="/title/beat">beat</a> between my fingers. I cradled it, being gentle, not wanting to squirm too much on the bed out of fear that I'd wake him. </p>
<p>With slimy fingers that were quickly becoming <a href="/title/sticky">sticky</a>, I turned off his <a href="/title/cell+phone">cell phone</a> alarm and lifted his heart to my face. With my tongue stretched out and flattened, I pushed it against the apex of his heart, letting it linger for as long as I dared,<!-- close unclosed tag --></p>…Childhood memories (personal)http://everything2.com/user/Pretty+Butt/writeups/Childhood+memoriesPretty Butthttp://everything2.com/user/Pretty+Butt2009-01-24T22:18:27Z2009-01-24T22:18:27Z<p>Funny, the memories that stick with us from childhood. I feel like the older I get, the harder it will be to recall them again, so I record them in the same <a href="/title/little+flashes">little flashes</a> that I remember them in.
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<p><br />
I remember the damp, warm smell of moist earth. Warm sun, but in the shade, dirt felt cold and clammy. Lying on my back. In... some type of old pen on the farm. Looking to my left there is a <a href="/title/wasp+nest">wasp nest</a>.
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Walking with Cousin <a href="/title/Amber">Amber</a>; May May and I are the same age, <a href="/title/we+are+holding+hands">we are holding hands</a>, Amber puts us in the double stroller so that we don't have to walk as fast to keep up. She stops abruptly on the dirt path to what I remember as Camp Bell, and there is a <a href="/title/rattlesnake">rattlesnake</a> in front of us. Amber backs up pulling May May and I in the stroller with her. She tells Daddy and Uncle Kevin and they go back with a shotgun and shoot off the snake's head. I remember Uncle Kevin holding the shotgun with the snake draped over it while it still wriggled. Daddy kept the rattler in<!-- close unclosed tag --></p>…