What's That You Say, Mrs. Robinson?

Reunion part 1

A couple of days removed from the reunion and I have to say that there were only a few surprises. One was the big, dumb, jock, no-brained guy, Danny who turns out to be a born-again Christian, smarty, loving husband and father type. Go figure. He didn't recognize me or my name until I told him who I dated while in high-school (a couple of his football buddies) and then I got the "OOOOHHHH...I remember you. Can I just say that I am so glad that I am no longer defined by who I am sleeping with, but rather who I gave birth to?

There was only one of my ex-bfriends there. His name is Chris. Kris and Chris. Yeah, cute, huh? He was sweet, but not the brightest bulb in the pack. Still. He broke up with me in our Sophomore year to date a girl named Zoe whom he ended up marying...so I can live with that one. His nickname in HS was the oh-so-not-PC...Taco. I think he was the only hispanic kid at our white bread school. He was always very sweet. Let me wear his football jersey so that was really all I cared about.

Here is the most important photo of the evening. Me and my gal-pals, Becky, Katie and Deidra. Missing Kelly. The one who would have rounded out the fab 5 group. Just not the same without ALL 5 of us, but we felt her spirit all the way from Philly. The energy and spirt in the room when we are all together is electrifying. Really.

Met up with some gals who I really wish I had gotten to know better. Judy (hey, Judy, I know you are reading this! Great to see you!) And Julia. Turned out to be a beautiful and successful woman. I must say that the women that I met up with that night were absolutely amazing.

Here are some othe random, fun photos... Becky and David dancing up a storm.
Little Red Corvette, Material Girl, Don't You Forget About Me, Jungle Love, Pour Some Sugar On Me, Jump!

Here is a photo of a few of us...used to hang out in the rally court every day together, went to drive in's, lunch at Chili's, parties...the whole drill. Good times, but I have to say that as I walked out at the end of the night I felt so strongly that I had married the right guy and kept close with the right people (B,D,K, & K). Fun to revisit the past, but even better when you realize that those were not the best years of your life. THESE ARE! Seriously. I wouldn't trade where I was for where I am for ANYTHING. 

I've got 10 more years to loose about 50lbs before the next one!

The '80s revisited

In just a few I will be headed to the home of one of my best friends. Several of us are meeting there to chat, bond, and get ready to go to our 20th high school reunion.

Did I just say that? 20th? No, really, it's just the 10th.

No, it really is the 20th. Eekk gads.

I am going with my self-made '80's mix CD and my iPod full of '80's music (Monta Vista High School Class of 1985 is who we are).

Wish me luck. I'm actually looking forward to it all. Mostly hangin' with my sista's. Will take photos and should be wearing an "I'm blogging this" t-shirt, 'cause you know you'll hear about it!

Where she is getting old and her body is freaking out

The evening started out in fine form. I went to my friend Katie's house to see her, her husband, their two miracle babies, and Becky and Kelly (Katie, Kelly, and Becky are G friends of mine. From High School. The best a gal can have). Katie was gracious enough to let me and Becky and Kelly hold the sweet babies, Sophie and Trent (twins born at 24 weeks and are truly fighters).  We  cooed, we coddled, we oohed and we ahhed. All was so sweet and wonderful. A few minutes after turning the babes back over to Mom and Dad, miss Me starts getting a little warm. Ok, so it was a rather warm evening and I was still in my work garb, long pants and all, but I had been there a while so why this change in temp? Oh well. A few minutes later my body is like Yosemite Falls. I have sweat rolling down my back and my chest and my face and my neck and even down the backs of my legs. What the Hell?

I'm dying here. Trying hard to hold it together. Finally I grab a paper plate (the uber strong Chinet kind, not that flimsy good for nothing crap...thanks Katie) and start using it as a fan. Furiously. Like my life depended on it. I thought it was freaky, but on the ride home it hits me. Good god. Those babies made my hormones RAGE! I can't even tell you how long it has been since I've held a baby. My body and brain have always played tricks on me. When my super buddy Deidra was prego and we spent the weekend together, I started waking up with cramps in my calves. Something that only had ever happened when I was pregnant. Then when my sister in law showed me her ultra sound, I got morning sickness for a week.

So the babies and my brain effed with my body. I'm just starting to have hot flashes on an irregular basis (except at night when they are frequent), and insomnia and headaches to floor a giant. But this really kicked my ASS! I firmly believe that my body was made for making babies. I get pregnant at the drop of a hat, my pregnancies were flawless, my deliveries were short, and I am a natural with the little wonders. My gyno said long ago that my body was perfect for babies....large space between my pelvic bones   huge ass hips and ovaries that won't quit. So now I'm being punished for only having 2 kids. I think that the cosmos meant for me to have 6 or 7. Seriously. And now I'm paying the price. Damn you hormones...