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Where were you in 1988?

I’m typically not a huge meme writer.  I like reading them, I like hearing what other people have to say, but I have never really been that great at writing them.  Insert late Sunday night sitting at a computer trying to decide on something to write, Operation: Fail.  So, I’m memeing.  This has gone around the blogworld for quite a while, and yes, I’m late jumping on the bandwagon, but hey, I’m here, aren’t I?  Alright then, so I’ll just get to it then.

20 years ago:  I was a WHITE-haired little munchkin hanging out in Mrs. D’s kindergarten class, I was called a “white headed freak” my hair was so white…we’re talking Baby Albino, people.  Natural Platinum has to start somewhere, and it starts with “white headed freak.”  I don’t remember a ton about that class, but I do remember that I lost my first tooth that year and had a “boyfriend” named Brett.  We had Hugging Day every Friday, he would wait for me to get off my bus and give me a my first hug of the day.  (Cue collective “awwwww” from the Interweb.)

10 years ago:  I was in 9th grade, I was in Debate and played the drums and learned to love Charles Dickens and Geometry.  I learned how to subsist on a half-a-bagel per day and insisted on wearing mascara and eyeliner to school (see previous post regarding “white headed freak”…that means white eyelashes too).  I became best friends with two boys who are still two of my best friends, and learned that it is much more important to have good friends than to have a wishy-washy boyfriend.  I went to Chicago for the first time and absolutely fell in love with the city.

5 years ago:  I was studying Political Science, Economics and Mandarin Chinese and made the HUGE mistake of signing up for 7:30 am classes.  Bad. Idea.  It is practically impossible to discuss the trade deficit and diminishing returns before breakfast.  I had my first “serious” boyfriend and was trying to decide if I was, in fact, in love.

3 years ago:  I was living by myself for the first time, I was working almost 80 hours a week just to keep busy and desperately trying to forget the last 3 years of my life.  I was happier than I had been in ages, but still had a long loooong way to go before I felt human again.  Even so, I bought my first car, my beloved Miss Daisy (Do you know, I still get a little sad every time I see a yellow bug?  Roxy is fabulous, but she will never replace Daisy Mae.) and I concentrated on the good parts of my life.  And I came out of that BIG mess a stronger, more compassionate person. 

1 year ago:  (Thank heavens I have Archives for this…those last ones were tricky!)…(On second thought…Archives may be a not-so-great idea for this post.  I was kind of miserable last July.  Re-bound dating someone, trying to figure out what, exactly, I wanted to be, what I wanted to do, or where I wanted to go.  Last July I was in a crazy, mixed-up Limbo-place and desperately trying to avoid it by planning trip after trip after trip.  Clearly, jetting around the country is not a cure for personal craziness, it’s just an avoidance tactic.  Sigh.)

So far this year:  Well, on paper, this year has kind of sucked.  My school hates me, my grandmother passed away, I had a freak medical “issue” which I did not blog about and will not be mentioning now, I crashed my car  got smashed into by a bad guy who runs from cops for fun, and I am still hurting and still going to 3 doctors a week.  And to make that whole story even better, as a result of my accident and the subsequent extended time off work I am officially looking for a new job (my former boss technically didn’t do anything illegal, he/the Company acted very unethically.  Jerks.) and wishing I could escape it all with a 6-week trip, but due to the no-job part of that equation, um, no trip.  Goodness, I need therapy.  However, despite all of that, I am happy.  I don’t understand why I am happy, but I am. 

And really, not everything has been bad.  There have been a lot of great things happen this year as well.  Handsome, being the first and the best, a road-trip to Phoenix for lots and lots of books, finally getting my butt in gear for some serious half-marathon training (which I’m still doing, but at a much slower pace), a great trip to New York City with one of my best friends (see previously mentioned “best friend” from “10 years ago” paragraph) and really, just learning more about myself, about life, love, and–of course–the pursuit for the perfect pair of stilettos.  Yes, I am happy.

Yesterday I: Spent the day with Handsome and his family, sliced my thumb open while trying to cut up a watermelon, totally lost in the Official Watermelon Seed Spitting Contest.  If we had handed out certificates, mine would have said “heidikins, you win the prize for consistently sucking the most, with every. single. seed. you attempted to project falling in the “you’re supposed to spit, not suck” category.”  (Goodness, I can’t even imagine what Google will make of that last sentence.  Yikes!)

Today I:  Laughed.  A lot.  Ran out of milk, and cereal.  I went to visit my brother and his family and learned that magic tricks are EASY if your audience is comprised of a 4 and 2 year old.  They think my magic skillz are on-par with Houdini, I’m just THAT amazing when it comes to making a fluffy pink boa-thing (think more feathers, less snake) disappear.  Also, I learned that my brother makes amazing pina-colada shakes ever.

Tomorrow I:  Am going to lunch with a friend.

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