80's & Snow!!!
1/11/2000  

First things first... YIPPEE IT IS SNOWING OUT! Alright so it isn't sticking... BUT IT IS SNOWING OUT! Snow instantly turns me in to a 5 year old on steroids!  It is very pretty but it keeps teasing me. It starts... then stops... QUIT TEASING ME! :) I swear it makes me feel like a kid, and takes my mind back to the days where my little brother and I used to wake up early and pray to the television gods that our school district would show up on the list of closures or at least delays.  This takes me back to growing up and that was in the 80's so here goes the second part of this.

I am not sure about the whole 80's retrospective thing. It really is making me feel old. It was one thing to find out that at the local high school they were having an 80's dance but now we have an all 80's radio station.

Music is a weird in that it flashes you back to when the song meant something to you or reminds you of an event. With that being said, listening to this station can be dangerous while driving. Nothing like doing 60 mph and being about a decade and half back in the past.

The eighties mean different things to different people. To me it was a period where I was happy and wasn't angry, upset or frustrated. It was one of the few times in my life where anything could be done. All possibilities were open to me. I so wish I could be there again. I was young, fairly pretty, and hadn't been jaded by life yet. The more I try and get back there the farther away I seem to be.

Now granted the 80's had their flaws. Can you say leg warmers, Izods and Reaganomics??? However if I had followed the heard (which I didn't) I would have a cubic butt load of money to finance all the things I want to do now and wouldn't have made the relationship mistakes I made. It still wouldn't excuse the dyed blonde hair and hot pink streak (that luckily was not immortalized in photos) along with the whole wardrobe style I had and envied in others. I shudder at the thought of what I thought "looked good." Only age can give you a reality check like that.

I wish that the confidence I had then is something I could have now. I miss the attitude I had back then so much. Nothing was impossible or too much. Also my creativity was so much stronger. That is something I cry over to get back. I used to write, draw and make poems all of the time. Now I am lucky to squeeze out a journal entry.

Till Next Time....