Happy New Year!!

I know it's time to look forward to the new year and all, but I have been having entirely too much fun looking back at the moment. Till Race gets home, I'm sort of stuck in 2007.

2008??? I just can't really wrap my brain around it yet.

So, Let's take a look BACK a ways, shall we? I have kind of a crummy scanner, so..bear with me.....It'll be worth it.

1971?? No, no. That's a bit too far. I know, I know....So cute, wasn't I?? No, really..stop. You're embarassing me.(Go ahead...enlarge it...I was adorable.)

Let's talk highschool. As I have mentioned before I was imprisoned during my entire highschool years at a very, very, VERY small Baptist institution. It was my GOAL in life to break outta there. I NEEDED to belong to the mysterious and wonderful world of (whispered) "Public High School". The parties! The social life! And best of all, not a coulotte-clad gal in sight! Ohhhh..it was so unfair. It was all out there and I was being kept from it against my will!

*Now, in retrospect I realize that it was these EXACT thoughts and well-voiced opinions that actually forced my parents to place their poor delusional daughter into the aforementioned small Baptist institution.*

Let's move on..

My best friend and I would spend hours on the phone lamenting our dismal social situation. How would we ever break through? HOW?? We needed an "In". Someone on the inside to get us onto the happenin' social scene.Someone to usher us into the life of partyin' that was supposed to BE the highschool experience.

Enter Jay.

Jay pumped gas at the station that I always stopped at to fill up my car. Remember when that was an actual JOB?? When someone ELSE put the gas into your car? Ahhhhhhh......those were the days, my friend.Thank-you women's rights movement once again. Anyway.

One day, I pulled my car in all lop-sided next to the pumps. I turned down the Bon Jovi BLASTIN' from my radio.

There was the usual small talk and he snickered at my ridiculous attempt to pull the car up to the pumps. I handed him cash that I had not earned to pay for the gas. I turned my radio back up and pulled away.

Jay was smitten.

Who can say what it was that attracted Jay to me on that first fateful day at the gas pumps?

Was it my hot car?

Or maybe the fact that my modeling career was about to really take off -just- ANY -day. The cover of "Seventeen" was just.......right......there. Apparently they decided to go with a more natural, freckled faced gal for the cover that year.I was, ya know....too mature for them.....too professional....they just....decided to go in a different direction. Yes, it still hurts. (But I still kinda like that outfit).


It was most likely the hair that drew him in at first. I had PERFECT 80's hair. It was very difficult to acheive, folks, and not to be taken lightly. The layers actually MET perfectly in the back. Ohhhh...I could work magic with a curling iron, my friends. People used to ask if they could just WATCH me fix my hair....Just WATCH. It was really something to behold. Mesmerizing. So, yeah...it was probably the hair.




I don't know what it was. But he liked me.

And I sorta liked him.(shrug)
Sorta.

He drove a white Camaro and wore a lot of stuff from Chess King.

But most important he went to the wonderful land of..(whisper it with me) "Public High School".

He called me to ask me out on our first date. After I accepted and hung up the phone, I nervously dialed my friend.

"We. Are. In!!" (Lot's of excited squealing and laughing after that.)

Of course the initial excitement was somewhat short-lived, because it was on that first date that I would discover that the wildly popular Jay, had the very unfortunate luck of smelling like salami. Always. Just a hint---but all the same, it was there. Very unfortunate.

Here we are before Homecoming. I had braces, therefore it was absolutely imperative that my teeth not show in a picture. This smirk is much more attractive, don't you think? Please note that my shadow matched my dress. Very important.(Since I said he smelled of salami, I eventually felt that I should have the decency to shield his face from public humiliation.10 of you got to see his face. Sorry, Jay)


It was on this very night that I would meet my next boyfriend who was in fact higher up the social/party chain. The Inner Circle.