It's funny...I love to write, and I love to ramble..."tangents are my friend"! ;-) I also enjoy punctuation, and the good "smiley" from time to time.
So many people have told me that I need a blog, or that I should write a book. In truth, I had always thought that I would have been a successful author / journalist by this time in my life (...Or: High-fashion model, Academy Award-winning actress, trauma surgeon, veterinarian, President, Super-hero, Animal Crusader-Extroardinnaire, etc...)
However, I am instead: a repressed-author, ex-model, retired-super-hero, career student, bartender-to-the-"stars", shop-a-holic, determined to bring back the "80's", mother to a plethora of doggies and kitties...the loves-of-my-life!
{***Oh yes...my dad is SOO PROUD!...*GRIMACE*...'Nothing quite like never meeting or exceeding Daddy's expectations...a truly grand feeling!***}
I do not have any ACTUAL children of my own, however...someday I am quite convinced that I will steadily evolve into "The Crazy Cat-Lady up the street"...the one where the children are reticent to go trick-or-treating at her house on Halloween. Although, if those future wee-ones are clever enough, they will soon realize that THIS "crazy Cat-Lady" is ALSO a "Halloween baby"...and I will ALWAYS have the GROOVIEST decorations, and the absolute BEST candy!
{Like I said ealier..."tangents and me...never far apart!"...}
So, as I finally sat at my laptop, and sprinkled the magic pixie-dust over the keyboard...commencing to take the inaugural steps to give life to my blog, I pondered...
..."What should I write? What will be the absolute best posting to slap-up onto my newly created PINK!... ("PINK" IS the "happiest color!")... format? I have so much to say (always!), and (more than likely) absolutely NO ONE to actually READ it...but WHAT should I write?...And, more importantly: WHY am I stressing about this?
And then I remembered back to my much-loved school days...
Remember when the yearbooks would come out at the end of each year? Our parents would shell-out a few dollars in grade school / middle school for a thin little 50-page, black-and-white, chronicle of our past year.
And then, in high school, our folks (or, US!) would have to fork-over a hefty chunk-O-cash for the much more ostentatious version...hardback, glossy pages, full-color features, sometimes leather-bound, or with our names embossed in gold-leaf on the front.
When the yearbooks were FINALLY distributed, the VERY FIRST thing that we all did was: LOOK FOR OUR OWN PICTURES!...(And, thus...the ego reigns supreme!...We know who our favorite person really is! ;-)
So, after we flipped through our books, checking out our friends' pix, and those of any hot guys that we had secretly drooled-over during the course of the school year (probably explains why I did not date much in high school...all that "secret pining and drooling"!...Maybe I should have actually SAID something, huh?)
Oh well, that's what high school reunions are for, I suppose...to go back and see "who looks like what"; discover if that once-hot 16 year-old crush is still handsome (or if he has morphed into someone totally unrecognizable!); if said "boy" is "single", or not; and possibly obtain a little closure...now, almost 20 years later...I can finally say, "Hi!"
And that ends "Tangent #2", (or is it #3?...I do loose track after a while....so: NO COUNTING!)
Anyway, they all eventually meet-in-the-middle somewhere...
So, as I pondered my very first blog-entry, and revisited my yearbooks of 'yore, I vividly recalled how my friends and I would agonize over WHAT to enscribe on those hallowed-pages of our youth.
...It had to be something memorable, clever--witty, and possibly tear-jerking at the same time. We needed to use a brightly-colored pen, and utilize our very best penmanship...this was our chance to SHINE!...to be immortalized forever!
...And then, we usually ended-up writing the same drivel as everyone else:
*It was great being in home-room with you!
*Stay sweet!
*Have fun over the summer...See you next year!
*LYLAS!...("Love you like a sister"!)
...and, Blah, blah, blah....
So, as I sat here and pondered the great-abyss of potential-posts and witty antecdotes, I went a step further, and went into the basement and dug-out some of my past year books. I was quite curious to see what my fellow co-horts...the absolute best friends of my youth had written TO me, and ABOUT me.
Was I surprised when I cracked-open those pages! Who WERE these people?...I had a hard time matching faces with the names of those who signed my books. These were the kids that I had spent the better part of my life with...almost 17 of my formative years...and I was mind-boggled!
I perused the pages--of course, going to MY pictures FIRST! ;-) --and read the scrawled posts, written in various shades of purples, pinks, oranges, greens, and blues...and was completely FASCINATED by these mini-time capsules.
Not only who were "these people"; but, more importantly..."WHO WAS I?" I had a hard time recognizing myself...not just the fresh-faced, line-free complexion that I COMPLETELY TOOK FOR GRANTED at the time (and would kill for now!)...but, the girl I used to be...the girl with such grand hopes, dreams, and expectations for the future.
It was a bit of a foundation-rocking moment I had there...awakening, too.
I have not really...shall we say: "utilized" my intellectual assets to the best of my ability over the years. (Probably why Dad is so proud.) However, having had this awakening, I am currently setting in-motion my mini-plan to change my life...a mini-plan which should morph into the final grand scheme of becoming the "New Me".
...Or, better said: RE-BECOMING the "Old Me"...with a few more lines and wrinkles. (However, being the confident shop-a-holic that I am...I am always on the look-out for a better wrinkle-cream!...Huh, when I was younger, I called it "moisturizer"...and now it's "wrinkle-cream"...Ugghhh!)
So, to close-out my "Inaugural Address", I would like to share a few excerpts from said yearbooks...and these will be strictly from middle school...I should save SOMETHING for future posts, 'eh?!...
*JEFFERSON MIDDLE SCHOOL"--1982-1984 (6th-8th grades.)*
*"Only though I just met you this year, I really like you. I hope you and I are friends forever!"...Debbie ("Debbie"?...Who the hell is "Debbie"?)
*"To a funny chick who was the best in "Art"...Rusty" (Yes, Rusty...I DO remember you...unfortunately, my "famous artist"-plan did not exactly pan-out...but, I like to think that I am still pretty amusing, and still have the ability to creat a MEAN DOODLE!)
*"To a very nice girl who is strange sometimes"...Joe (Yes, probably true, Joe!)
*"I am glad I met you...may your hair grow even longer, and your teeth ever straighter and whiter!"...Andrea (Yes, Andrea...I still qualify for "Rapunzel"...and could definitely still star in my own "Colgate" ad!)
*"To a nice girl who never gives me a whole piece of gum!"...Scott (Oh, Scott...I should have been more forthcoming with the gum with you!...You turned into such a HOT professional baseball player!)
*" 'Ozgood' predicts that you will be a female heavy-weight boxer when you turn 45...HA, HA!"...Mike (Mike, you always were a strange dude!)
*"If I write anything offensive, don't hit me. I don't mean to be offensive. I agree with Mike; but I say you'll be a ranch-hand, and change your name to 'Tex'. No, seriously, I think you're pretty cool when you're calm. I don't mind if you get mad, as long as you don't hit me. I hope you're in some of my classes next year...it would have been pretty boring in Algebra without you!"...Clint (Clint, you were cool too, dude! ;-)...Hmmm...Apparently I had this penchant for smackin' the boys...and here's my views on THAT:
1) I am sure that they deserved it!;
2) I only smacked ONE of the boys in Algebra (and it was NEITHER of THEM!), because I LIKED HIM!...Yup, that's how it works in 8th grade...at least for me...that was my form of flirting...also probably explains my stellar success with the boys!)
3) I may have been a tall chick (still am), but I was always slender..."RANCH HAND"!...INDEED!
*AND THIS CONCLUDES OUR "BROADCAST DAY"...PLEASE TUNE-IN AGAIN!...THANK YOU FOR TAKING A "SNOW DAY"! :) *
So many people have told me that I need a blog, or that I should write a book. In truth, I had always thought that I would have been a successful author / journalist by this time in my life (...Or: High-fashion model, Academy Award-winning actress, trauma surgeon, veterinarian, President, Super-hero, Animal Crusader-Extroardinnaire, etc...)
However, I am instead: a repressed-author, ex-model, retired-super-hero, career student, bartender-to-the-"stars", shop-a-holic, determined to bring back the "80's", mother to a plethora of doggies and kitties...the loves-of-my-life!
{***Oh yes...my dad is SOO PROUD!...*GRIMACE*...'Nothing quite like never meeting or exceeding Daddy's expectations...a truly grand feeling!***}
I do not have any ACTUAL children of my own, however...someday I am quite convinced that I will steadily evolve into "The Crazy Cat-Lady up the street"...the one where the children are reticent to go trick-or-treating at her house on Halloween. Although, if those future wee-ones are clever enough, they will soon realize that THIS "crazy Cat-Lady" is ALSO a "Halloween baby"...and I will ALWAYS have the GROOVIEST decorations, and the absolute BEST candy!
{Like I said ealier..."tangents and me...never far apart!"...}
So, as I finally sat at my laptop, and sprinkled the magic pixie-dust over the keyboard...commencing to take the inaugural steps to give life to my blog, I pondered...
..."What should I write? What will be the absolute best posting to slap-up onto my newly created PINK!... ("PINK" IS the "happiest color!")... format? I have so much to say (always!), and (more than likely) absolutely NO ONE to actually READ it...but WHAT should I write?...And, more importantly: WHY am I stressing about this?
And then I remembered back to my much-loved school days...
Remember when the yearbooks would come out at the end of each year? Our parents would shell-out a few dollars in grade school / middle school for a thin little 50-page, black-and-white, chronicle of our past year.
And then, in high school, our folks (or, US!) would have to fork-over a hefty chunk-O-cash for the much more ostentatious version...hardback, glossy pages, full-color features, sometimes leather-bound, or with our names embossed in gold-leaf on the front.
When the yearbooks were FINALLY distributed, the VERY FIRST thing that we all did was: LOOK FOR OUR OWN PICTURES!...(And, thus...the ego reigns supreme!...We know who our favorite person really is! ;-)
So, after we flipped through our books, checking out our friends' pix, and those of any hot guys that we had secretly drooled-over during the course of the school year (probably explains why I did not date much in high school...all that "secret pining and drooling"!...Maybe I should have actually SAID something, huh?)
Oh well, that's what high school reunions are for, I suppose...to go back and see "who looks like what"; discover if that once-hot 16 year-old crush is still handsome (or if he has morphed into someone totally unrecognizable!); if said "boy" is "single", or not; and possibly obtain a little closure...now, almost 20 years later...I can finally say, "Hi!"
And that ends "Tangent #2", (or is it #3?...I do loose track after a while....so: NO COUNTING!)
Anyway, they all eventually meet-in-the-middle somewhere...
So, as I pondered my very first blog-entry, and revisited my yearbooks of 'yore, I vividly recalled how my friends and I would agonize over WHAT to enscribe on those hallowed-pages of our youth.
...It had to be something memorable, clever--witty, and possibly tear-jerking at the same time. We needed to use a brightly-colored pen, and utilize our very best penmanship...this was our chance to SHINE!...to be immortalized forever!
...And then, we usually ended-up writing the same drivel as everyone else:
*It was great being in home-room with you!
*Stay sweet!
*Have fun over the summer...See you next year!
*LYLAS!...("Love you like a sister"!)
...and, Blah, blah, blah....
So, as I sat here and pondered the great-abyss of potential-posts and witty antecdotes, I went a step further, and went into the basement and dug-out some of my past year books. I was quite curious to see what my fellow co-horts...the absolute best friends of my youth had written TO me, and ABOUT me.
Was I surprised when I cracked-open those pages! Who WERE these people?...I had a hard time matching faces with the names of those who signed my books. These were the kids that I had spent the better part of my life with...almost 17 of my formative years...and I was mind-boggled!
I perused the pages--of course, going to MY pictures FIRST! ;-) --and read the scrawled posts, written in various shades of purples, pinks, oranges, greens, and blues...and was completely FASCINATED by these mini-time capsules.
Not only who were "these people"; but, more importantly..."WHO WAS I?" I had a hard time recognizing myself...not just the fresh-faced, line-free complexion that I COMPLETELY TOOK FOR GRANTED at the time (and would kill for now!)...but, the girl I used to be...the girl with such grand hopes, dreams, and expectations for the future.
It was a bit of a foundation-rocking moment I had there...awakening, too.
I have not really...shall we say: "utilized" my intellectual assets to the best of my ability over the years. (Probably why Dad is so proud.) However, having had this awakening, I am currently setting in-motion my mini-plan to change my life...a mini-plan which should morph into the final grand scheme of becoming the "New Me".
...Or, better said: RE-BECOMING the "Old Me"...with a few more lines and wrinkles. (However, being the confident shop-a-holic that I am...I am always on the look-out for a better wrinkle-cream!...Huh, when I was younger, I called it "moisturizer"...and now it's "wrinkle-cream"...Ugghhh!)
So, to close-out my "Inaugural Address", I would like to share a few excerpts from said yearbooks...and these will be strictly from middle school...I should save SOMETHING for future posts, 'eh?!...
*JEFFERSON MIDDLE SCHOOL"--1982-1984 (6th-8th grades.)*
*"Only though I just met you this year, I really like you. I hope you and I are friends forever!"...Debbie ("Debbie"?...Who the hell is "Debbie"?)
*"To a funny chick who was the best in "Art"...Rusty" (Yes, Rusty...I DO remember you...unfortunately, my "famous artist"-plan did not exactly pan-out...but, I like to think that I am still pretty amusing, and still have the ability to creat a MEAN DOODLE!)
*"To a very nice girl who is strange sometimes"...Joe (Yes, probably true, Joe!)
*"I am glad I met you...may your hair grow even longer, and your teeth ever straighter and whiter!"...Andrea (Yes, Andrea...I still qualify for "Rapunzel"...and could definitely still star in my own "Colgate" ad!)
*"To a nice girl who never gives me a whole piece of gum!"...Scott (Oh, Scott...I should have been more forthcoming with the gum with you!...You turned into such a HOT professional baseball player!)
*" 'Ozgood' predicts that you will be a female heavy-weight boxer when you turn 45...HA, HA!"...Mike (Mike, you always were a strange dude!)
*"If I write anything offensive, don't hit me. I don't mean to be offensive. I agree with Mike; but I say you'll be a ranch-hand, and change your name to 'Tex'. No, seriously, I think you're pretty cool when you're calm. I don't mind if you get mad, as long as you don't hit me. I hope you're in some of my classes next year...it would have been pretty boring in Algebra without you!"...Clint (Clint, you were cool too, dude! ;-)...Hmmm...Apparently I had this penchant for smackin' the boys...and here's my views on THAT:
1) I am sure that they deserved it!;
2) I only smacked ONE of the boys in Algebra (and it was NEITHER of THEM!), because I LIKED HIM!...Yup, that's how it works in 8th grade...at least for me...that was my form of flirting...also probably explains my stellar success with the boys!)
3) I may have been a tall chick (still am), but I was always slender..."RANCH HAND"!...INDEED!
*AND THIS CONCLUDES OUR "BROADCAST DAY"...PLEASE TUNE-IN AGAIN!...THANK YOU FOR TAKING A "SNOW DAY"! :) *
