Rosco
I am sitting here this morning making baby food for Raeleigh and taking a trip down memory lane. For some reason this morning I cant stop thinking about my first love. He was a huge athlete. He did Football, Basketball, Volleyball...you name it. He was the star of parades, and the small town I grew up in even designed a tee-shirt honoring him. He was tall, dark, handsome and covered in fur. Rosco was his name. I was Rosco. I have ALWAYS had a flair for the dramatic, but little did I know how much trying out for mascot my 8th grade year would affect my ability to have an outlet for that creative energy. On a whim my 8th grade year I picked up a cheerleader tryout application and decided to go out for mascot. To be quite honest I did it for the shoes. I LOVED those asics! My skit for tryouts was just the beginning of a beautiful relationship with my alter ego, Rosco. If I remember correctly it had some sort of looney tunes theme and I was hunting a rabbit--the rest of that tr...