Being that Ciara is pretty messed in the head, she can always be counted on to provide you with some interesting memories. Within this page we will explore many of those wild times...

I hadn't been back to Spokane for a while, and when I did get to town in the fall of 1999, Ciara and I went to see a movie at the mall. After the movie we were driving to go find something to eat. As we drove we noticed a strange sign for a restaurant.

The sign was for a deli, and it said "Chick & Soup - 4.50"

And we started joking about how they give you a bowl, or cup of soup along with a woman. And how for only $4.50 this was a good deal.

It wasn't long before we turned around, and headed back to the deli to get us both a woman, and hopefully, some clam chowder.

We walked in, went up to the counter, and I promptly ordered "1 bowl of the soup of the day, and a blonde." Ciara ordered "1 bowl of the day's soup, and an asian."

It took the counter girl a few second to think this over, and finally explained that the restaurant had run out of letters for the sign.

However, she did make us two wonderful sandwichs, some good vegitable soup, and sat down with us while we ate it.

Often when you think back to a certain time (Summer of '96), there is always one or two things you remember about your friends at that time. Perhaps it's a shirt they always wore, or a hairstyle they had. For me, there will always be once inccident that springs to mind.

Often me and Ciara would go see late movies or hang out all day, and we would often find ourselves rushing to meet her 1am curfew. Also, around this time Ciara would get really sleepy, and would often nap on the way home in my car.

Now, I don't know exactly how she was resting against the window, but I came to a bump in the road, and Ciara sort of bonked the side of her face against the window. It woke her up, but she went back to sleep, and I kept driving.

I made a left turn, and Ciara bonked her head again. She commented on the window (meanly at that), and tried to move around to find another comfortable position in which to rest her head.

By now I was also pretty worried cause I didn't want to keep waking her up, but there was nothing I could do, as I ran over a pot hole in the road.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see her head bonk against the window... However this time she bit her lip, and there was a small streak of blood on the window.

Pretty nasty... and to this day she hasn't found a comfortable position... at least in the front seat!

Ciara had invited me to her cousin's wedding. Big Mistake! I guess I had too much wedding cake, or too much fruit punch, but I was a little wacky at the time... or so one might say. I wasn't being annoying, I was just really pumped to be at the wedding!

Still, weddings can be boring... even with me making wacky comments, and taking to relatives. So, for the most part it was a four hours of talking to people who - I didn't know, didn't want to know, and didn't want to know me.

So I made the most of it, and would introduce myself as different people, Stu, Dwayne, Tim Drake, and many more of my aliases. This livened up things for a while.

Then a gentleman, about late 20's came up and started talking to Ciara. He introduced himself to me as Steve, and said that I looked familiar. To which I said, "Oh, you've probably seen my porno's!"

Ciara's jaw dropped, but Steve took it amusingly enough... he let out a slight chuckle, and walked away.

I was still cracking up, but Ciara had a very sickly look on her face, when I asked what was wrong, she replied, "Shaun, that was my English teacher!"

Now, a good friend would have stopped laughing... but I laughed harder then ever!

I've had some meaningless fights in my life, but not many as meaningless as a fight I had with Ciara one day in the Summer of 1996.

We had been talking on the phone for a while... and somewhere along the line we got on the subject of Video Games. We talked about Playstation, and classic arcade games, and then we came upon a topic that to this day is still Taboo with us.

Portable video games.

I said that I enjoyed Game Boy dispite the fact that it was black and white, but that it had the better selection of games. Ciara liked Game Gear cause it was in color.

Then I countered her by saying that Game Gear uses batteries faster, and all the games are blurry. She said that it had a TV connector, and was still in color!!

So we went on for probably 10 minutes... and as I remember it ended badly... neither of us had anything else to say, so we just decided to go, hung up, and I didn't call her for two days.

It's always the little things...

Me and Ciara had been out doing fun things one early November in 1996. We were hanging out on the northside, and decided to head over to the store to get ourselves some 25 cent pop!

Hey, who can say no to President's Choice?

We drove on in to Fred Meyers, and started towards the doors. As we walked into the first set of sliding doors, I stopped to look at the Marvel Vs. Street Fighter video game, and just then two men walked in through the other sets of doors heading outside.

Now, the two men had either been working a hard day in the field, or were just not wearing their "Sunday Best" as it would seem. They were dressed in dirty old overalls, and had semi-long scraggly beards. Each was carrying a sack of potatos.

I really hadn't taken notice to them as I was too busy watching Gambit beat up Ryu on the game screen. I did see them, and saw that Ciara was taking an interest in the two guys because of the way they looked. She was also half laughing at the way they had dressed to come to the store.

I went to take a sip of my President's Choice root beer as the gentlemen walked by, when Ciara looked at me and said, "Happy Thanksgiving Shaun!"

I lost it and sprayed President's Choice root beer all over the screen of the arcade game! The two men slowed a bit to look at me, but kept on walking.

I had been friends Ciara for about 3 months before I learned her deepest, and darkest secret.

I was hanging at her house one day, and her dad had just gotten back from Costcos. He said he had picked her up something, but Ciara sort of lead me out of the room before he could say just what. And I didn't really think about it.

UNTIL... We walked passed her kitchen where her dad was unloading the stuff he bought, and I saw him take out a big white box, but I couldn't tell what the label on the box was.

I didn't think much of it till later in the day when her mom came in to tell her that her Dad had made sure to pick up the Fruit Roll-Ups, and that she would have some for lunch tomorrow.

Now, I didn't understand why, but Ciara seemed really embarressed by this. I didn't see anything wrong with Fruit Roll-Ups. Then my eye's happened to glance over at the mirror that she had in her room. There were two very distinct stickers on the mirror. They were Fruit Roll-Ups stickers!

Ciara had never told me, but she is addicted to Fruit Roll-Ups, and every day for the past 10 years, her mom would pack 3 Fruit Roll-Ups for Ciara to take to school in her lunch.

I just think that the cutest thing I've eve heard... doesn't it make you all just want to pinch her cheeks?

Me and Ciara are at a party for her brother's girlfriend. It's a somewhat wild party, but there was no alcohol while we were there. I guess things got a little crazier as time went by.

There really wasn't much for me and Ciara to do because we didn't know any of the people, and felt very much out of place. So we just hung out in our own little corner and watched everyone else party.

Ciara went to get some punch while I sat back wishing that I was doing something more productive, like taking a test in school, or something.

Ciara came back with two cups of Kool Aid punch, the neat kind where people put ice cream in to make it all the more creamy. It was cherry punch, with red peppermint ice cream.

It taste pretty good, but when Ciara took a big gulp of it she ended up with the biggest punch mustache I have ever seen or could ever imagine! It was rounded all the way halfway up her nose!

Worst of all, she couldn't wash it off! The people either didn't mix the kool aid right, or the peppermint Ice Cream was too red, but she spent like 5 minutes in the bathroom, and couldn't get the traces of red punch off her face.

We left the party, and she went home.