The Beginning

I decided to jump on the blog-train so I could keep up with my family and friends while I update them on our life in Minnesota. I get so busy with work and stuff that I neglect calling and staying up-to-date on things that are going on with the people I should be the most concerned about. Joey and I are driving to Utah in 2 1/2 weeks and I'm really excited to be with my family and friends, attend my 30th high school reunion (go Farmers) and attend Education Week. Ray will be flying out toward the end of our visit to celebrate my dad's 90th birthday with our family. Johnnie isn't able to get the time off from his Air Force job and we're both really sad that he can't be there with his favorite grandpa and chill with his cousins. Ray had the day off work today and took my big expensive HP printer back to Best Buy because it quit working about the time we moved into our new house. They didn't have anything like it in any of their Minneapolis stores and he had to use his manly voice to get them to send us a new one. Pretty sad that in Best Buy's hometown they don't even have the inventory to replace a printer. It doesn't help that Ray is sold on Costco as a consumer and employee because of their take-back policy; I have to keep reminding him that they aren't as generous with electronics. I bet if we still lived in Utah we wouldn't have had trouble getting a new printer! I pulled out my old yearbooks, which got me thinking about how different my life is now than it was at that time in my life. For one thing, I'd totally be involved in clubs that I had no clue even existed when I was in school. Well, I probably knew they existed but I definitely wasn't interested in belonging to them. Like I would be part of Girls State, and FBLA, and DECA, and Concert Choir, and Jazz Band, and maybe even debate. The only clubs I belonged to that makes any sense today was FHA, and I think I joined that because my Child Development teacher was desparate to find someone who might be a future homemaker. I take it back; I also belonged to the Drama club, and I still have a great knack for drama (tee-hee), so I guess that one didn't go so wrong. I also belonged to the Ski Club and Dance Club, which are a huge laugh now. Can you picture me doing modern dance across a stage? Even back then I was a questionable dancer, but I tried really hard to be cool. I always felt very selfconscious of my lack of coordinated grace, I was never as flexible as the other pencil thin girls in the club. Knowing what I know now, I'm sure they were all anorexic, and they were definitely snobs. Ski club was a great excuse to get out of school for the day and I had a great time for the six weeks of the year that we got to ski; plus all the hot boys went skiing, with their pencil thin anorexic girlfriends who gracefully swooped down the slopes. Come to think of it, I had a much better time when I went with Glen and Kerry, and later with Ray and John Tooley. I still have hopes of fitting into the ski outfit Ray gave me for our first Valentines Day together. It hangs in my closet as an bitter reminder that I was once a size 12. Okay, so it's really a size 14, but that's so it could fit over my bulky thermals. The other thing I find amusing about my yearbook is remembering how I hunted out all my pictures to see how I looked. There was always something wrong wth the pictures like my face was too fat, I wasn't smiling, I was smiling too much. You know what I mean. Now I look at those pictures and think, dang, I wasn't all that bad looking! I was sure thin....and look at that smile and the twinkle in those eyes! Although I never wish to be that age again, I sure wish I had that body again. Stretch mark and cellulite free.