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"! :) *
5 comments:
Ok, so I have to be the first comment after your "inagural address." Welcome! Let's see if this catches on or if you ramble on in anonymity.
Good for you Snow. I admire your gumption. Awaiting the next installment ...
wow, snow - impressive. Keep it up, girl, Linda (and MengLong) Oreogn coast and all that
As I read your address it provoked me for whatever reason to call my mother. In North Carolina...convince her to go to the attic, pull out my annuals and begin to read the ever witty comments from my moran friends in high school. My mother was thrilled as she had never invaded my privacy (right:-)) by reading these comments before. We laughed as we talked about how silly some of the comments were and the stories behind them. The great part here is that it also made her think back....back in the day..about her stories...I'm learning more about her and her life..than ever before.....love the blog WW from a WW incognito...
Snow, as always you leave us panting for more.
Keep up the great stories.
Love Ya
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