Photo of the Week
Date: A Saturday morning in February 2010
Subject: Wade and Lauren kickin it at SFHS
Smells are a big deal for me. Good or bad ones, it doesn’t matter.
I love how certain people always smell like Tide detergent
I love how certain people always smell like breath mints
I am not one of them.
I hate the typical household smells that inevitably linger around here
…the dirty, rolled up wet sock smell
…the musty bathroom with six wet towels on the floor smell
…the slimy garbage disposal full of morning cereal smell
The other day I took Brett to his basketball game which was held at my alma mater,
good old Spanish Fork High School.
The moment I swung the door wide and entered the building I was almost knocked over
with a smell that I remembered from my youth.
Suddenly I was swept up with memories of
basketball games, pep rallies, and victory dances.
Memories flooded back of my teen years spent in the old gym,
and I started telling the kids about the "glory days.”
The smell was so distinct almost a mix between body odor, hormones and floor wax.
I suddenly had the desire to curl and hairspray my bangs,
get a spiral perm,
wear blue eyeliner,
peg my pants and listen to my "Vanilla Ice" tape.