A Quick Reunion…

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Alan and me in the pool-house showing some love…

I grew up in Santa Clara, California and haven’t been back since 1996, when my grandpa died. It’s now 2017 and I live in eastern North Carolina and have for 21 years.

A high school friend of mine had been staying in Greenville, South Carolina for the last several years, and every time we tried to connect, something else came up.

My friend, Alan, is in the process of moving from Greenville up to Bellingham, Washington, and made plans to stop here Monday afternoon, stay over, spend yesterday here, then head out this morning, but hit a glitch and didn’t get on the road until yesterday afternoon.

He arrived at the house last night just before ten o’clock. We fixed him a lime twisted gin and tonic and fed him and talked until the wee hours of the morning. We ended up falling into bed (he in the guest room and the hubs and I in our room, just to be clear) and rolled out of bed after ten this morning.

After several cups of coffee (nectar of the gods, we both referred to it as, because old habits die hard) my husband started the grill and we feasted on Salmon Kyoto, asparagus and jasmine rice for brunch.

Alan had a few things to pick up, so I drove us to the local store and the entire time, neither of us could shut up! From ten last night, until his departure shortly before five this evening, we reminisced about our childhoods and caught up over several decades.

That said? Simply talking about our childhood in the ‘burbs of the Silicon Valley brought back a LOT of forgotten memories. It is like having an opportunity to re-live your childhood with someone that shared that experience with you on the opposite coast from where we grew up! My husband was born and raised here and runs into childhood friends regularly, and he “has” that. I don’t. Having Alan here today, and my girl Vicky here last November was like revisiting my childhood once more, and honestly? It feels really good to get back in touch with one’s ‘local’ roots, even if you are a whole country away from where you grew up!

The sad part, to me, is when they leave. 😕 While I am always happy to see my childhood friends? It’s like the memories that they dredged up with me leave when they do, and I’m left as the lone Valley Girl in the South.

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Just being us after too many years! ❤️

When it was time for him to head out? My heart broke the littlest bit, because there went another link to a really happy childhood. I felt the same way when Vicky rolled out last year.

All of that being said, I just got notification of a multi-class reunion to be held at Central Park in Santa Clara in September of 2018, so you know I will be saving pennies to get us out there!

Until next time…

On Turning Half a Century Old (That’d Be 50…)

This is my office...

This is my office…

Well. Fifty years. Half a century. Ten decades.

Surely those words don’t apply to the young girl that I am, right? Yeah. Right.

I woke up about six-thirty last week (June 30, in case some of you missed it, haha) knowing that SOMETHING was going down in our office. My Admin. Assistant, Cindy, turned 50 several-some years back and I did it up hardCORE, so I knew something was going to happen.

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All those Tootsie Pops made me a happy girl, yo!

At seven a.m. I had a text from the acting dispatcher in my Transport department, apologizing for hitting me up before work, but could I come by their office before getting involved in anything else. I texted my office to let them know I’d be late.

My admin texted me back, asking me where I was. I assured her I was still at home. She sounded more than a little concerned about my whereabouts, so I was convinced, even more, that those wonderful women had something up their sleeves…

And they did. I would have been disappointed had they not, though, LOL…

I went to the Transport office and met with who I needed to talk to, got the skinny and went on about my day, pausing in the old ED hall to call and ask if it was okay to proceed to the Service Center.

Had HOPED those were Pampers; no such luck...

Had HOPED those were Pampers; no such luck…

I was given the go ahead.

So proceed, I did. I even got stopped a few times by people asking me questions about this and that.

Figured that’d be ok…There was plenty of time. Seems I should have taken more time, LOL…

When I got to the office door, I noticed the lights were out. Jennifer told me via sign language to wait a second. Mary and Angela came up behind me and THEY were let in, and I was stuck, outside the doorway.

When they finally let me in? Holy balls, y’all! When I saw what they’d pulled together for my 50th birthday I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry; laugh, because it was all funny as hell, and cry because those ladies had put so much thought and energy into what was in front of me.

This sucker still sits on my shelf!

This sucker still sits on my shelf!

It was an amazing day; it truly was!

I will never, ever (yanno, until senility takes over my mind) forget how much time, effort and love went into making my 50th birthday so memorable it totality overshadowed my 40th!

And in the spirit of my fellow blogger, “There’s a Squirrel in My Blog,” I am going to post fifty things I’ve learned on the half century (gasp!) that I’ve been on earth:

  1. Yup...hot flash zone. Fer Shur.

    Yup…hot flash zone. Fer Shur.

    Treat everyone how you wish to be treated. Not only is this fair? It comes back to you threefold.

  2. Don’t take it personally. It probably isn’t about you, so quit acting as such.
  3. It’s easier to ask forgiveness later than to ask permission beforehand.
  4. Do NOT wear your heart on your sleeve. Show only what you need to show, ESPECIALLY if you happen to be in management.
  5. Be a cheerful giver.
  6. When in a foreign country, be sure to learn the native language to the point where you can ask where the bathroom, the beach, and the nearest restaurant are.
  7. Love your children no matter what. They are still young enough not to realize what kind of pain they can inflict.
  8. There was a bottle of ash beneath this sign and picture, which I'd agreed to pose for the day prior...

    There was a bottle of ash beneath this sign and picture, which I’d agreed to pose for the day prior…

    Do NOT hold grudges; they waste waaaay too much energy and at our age? We need all we can get.

  9. Life is not fair.
  10. Don’t make someone your everything if you were their nothing from the beginning.
  11. Always, ALWAYS keep accurate track of your checkbook.
  12. Never, EVER ignore correspondence from the IRS.
  13. If you start your own business, DO know the principles of accounting and bookkeeping.
  14. Never, EVER disrespect your mother.
  15. Never, EVER disrespect your father.
  16. Don’t ever undermine your children when THEY are the parents and you have the luxury of spoiling your grandkids and then give them back. That shit has a way of coming back to bite you in the ass (this is not something I know first-hand, however).
  17. Tell your children you love them, every chance you get.
  18. Tell your parents you love them, every chance you get.
  19. Be fair in all your business dealings.
  20. Don’t play favorites; both in business and in your personal life.
  21. my new soul mate...

    my new soul mate…

    Don’t be afraid to fail. Failure is simply another opportunity to improve your success.

  22. Appreciate Nature. You won’t be sorry.
  23. Visit an ocean if you have the opportunity. Again? You won’t be sorry.
  24. Tell your spouse/significant other that you love them and to be safe when you or he/she walks out the door. You never know what can happen prior to yours or their return.
  25. Do NOT speak ill of the dead.
  26. Love (and I mean REALLY love and care for) one animal during your life. You will reap so many benefits from this.
  27. Dogs are better than most people.
  28. Share your memories of my youth? SRS? ;)

    Share your memories of my youth? SRS? 😉

    Stop seeing color. I mean it. Racism is a passing thing, and if you still think that’s cool? Guess what? You’re wrong. M&M’s come in an array of colors, and if you think the blues taste better than the greens? You’ve just shown your IQ. Get over yourself.

  29. Appreciate who you have in your life right this very moment; you never know when they will cease to be in your life. (I love and miss you, Mike!)
  30. Treat your children equally.
  31. Share your crayons, especially if you have that box of 64 Crayolas with the sharpener in the back.
  32. Make friends with the new kid.
  33. Appreciate your grand (and great-grand)parents; once they’re gone, they’re gone for good, and you can’t bring them back to tell them you love them one more time.
  34. Really. REALLY? SRS?

    Really. REALLY? SRS?

    Same goes for your parents. They sacrificed a lot for you, even if you don’t see it.

  35. Don’t laugh at the kid that asks you if you’re from Germany, even though you know you are Sicilian, and way too blonde, blue eyed, and fair to look the part. You may offend your future bestie. Just saying. (I love you, Allison!)
  36. Travel when you can. Seriously. When the ability to travel is taken away from you, you WILL kick yourself for not seeing more places than you did.
  37. Speaking of travel? See as many of the fifty states as you can, if you’re in the United States. If you’re in Canada, Europe, etc., see what you can.
  38. I've been finding these little f***ers in my home mail, car, and work mail...Love you guys...Really..

    I’ve been finding these little f***ers in my home mail, car, and work mail…Love you guys…Really..

    Go to a tropical island. This is separate from going to the beach; Tropical islands are supposed to have an atmosphere all their own.

  39. Hike some mountains. I’m a beach person, but hiking through forests with some inclines/declines is not only a challenge, but it’s fun!
  40. Watch what you eat.
  41. Exercise regularly.
  42. Regarding exercising regularly, if there is a history of osteoporosis in your family? Consider, seriously, taking up weigh training. It will reduce your risk of bone disease a lot.
  43. Find hobbies you enjoy. What is life if you don’t have any damned fun, right?
  44. Find a belief system. It doesn’t have to be traditional; but find one, nonetheless. It will help you connect with what IS and your higher power. This is an amazing thing.
  45. Reach out to your virtual friends (if you have them). They can be a source of advice, inspiration, and encouragement.
  46. Love yourself. Seriously…it’s harder than it sounds, yo.
  47. If you can afford it? Donate to your favorite charity; adopt from your local animal shelter; save a life as often as you can.
  48. Speaking of saving lives? Be CPR certified if you can. Saving a life is important.
  49. Take as good care of yourself as you do the others in your life. And finally?
  50. Be a good friend. It will pay off in the long run.

The only other thing I can say is that in the first half century of my life, I have been blessed with an amazing husband, wonderful friends, a granddaughter, two grandsons and hopefully, the knowledge that can take me through the next half century.

Live long, be heathy and treat each other well.

Much love!

Until Next Time…

So Much For Immortality…

If this isn't a familiar logo to my generation...

If this isn’t a familiar logo to my generation…

You know, I have to wonder if EVERY generation thinks that they are the first ever immortal generation.  I know that the friends I went to high school with and I thought we surely must be…

Monty. He was that amazing punk rocker; the first one I ever met. Dude made punk uber cool, in my young eyes. 🙂

I met him through my then-boyfriend/now-bestie, Larry.

Monty had THE HAIR. It was so dark, but it had that white “skunk stripe” through it. I, to this day, do not know if it was natural or Lady Clairol, lol… I do, however, remember Lar introducing me to him. And that stripe fascinated the hell out of me!

I also know that Larry loved him like an estranged, long lost, did-everything-together-when-they-were-growing-up brother.

Monty was bad-ass. Monty was 50 Shades of Cool. Monty introduced this girl to the Ramones. This girl banged her head to more Ramones tunes than any middle-aged grandma should admit to, yet I did. That introduction sent me all over the genre musical map. My love of The Pretenders can be blamed on…no…credited to Monty.

I didn’t know him well, but I knew him, thanks to Larry.

So, the other day, Larry alerts me that Monty is having a huge health issue. That morning we had one of those “never want to have these” kind of conversations that we all start having in our mid forties, but won’t actually admit they are what they are until we are fifty or better.

“So you remember Monty,” I receive.

“Of course,” I reply, “How is he? Please tell me he is okay!”

Because sometimes you just ‘get a feeling’ when messages like this make themselves known, I’d just hoped that he’d had a wreck or something minor, you know…because lottery winnings arent ever brought up like that… In this case? Monty didn’t win the lottery. Oh, no. Dude was dying. Apparently that bastard, cancer, had him by the brain. When Lar told me, my heart broke. It broke a little more when I stalked his and his wife’s facebook pages.

One of my oldest buddies was crying. That doesn’t happen over nothing, for what it’s worth. I picked up, somewhere along the line, that this generation is iron-clad. We are immortal. Yeah, we have our scares… But honestly? They are just that; scares.

From what I gather, he has been sick for a while. As I’ve mentioned, I went through a huge reduction in “friends” on my FB page last summer, so I followed the people I remain close to and stalked the rest…or…friends by proxy. He and his wife started dating thirty-plus years ago. They’ve been married thirty-plus years. They have daughters.

So I was sitting two rooms away from my phone yesterday, with Suck Foot propped, because three hours of walking on Saturday was too much for it, and it (the phone, not suck foot) rang and it was a while before I got to it to see who called.

There was voicemail. My other friend, Brad, whom I haven’t seen, probably, since the summer of 84 when we all hung out at my little apartment in Lubbock, called. Monty lost his battle.

People are wrecked.

My generation is not the first ever immortal generation. Talk about a wake-up call.

Monty, this is for you…and Larry…and Brad…and Brian…and Jeff:

Be strong, you guys! Safe travels, Monty! ❤

(As a post-script – I have had people I care for die, but none have ever been from our generation.)