So, I've decided that I have things to say and that people are going to want to read it. I'm not sure that's true, but everyone tells me my facebook statuses should be made into a book so why not start with a blog.
Let's summarize my life so far. I just turned 30 this year. I've been married for almost nine years to my high school sweetheart. We have 2 young children, are up to our ears in debt we're trying to climb out of, both work full-time, have a house we don't have the inclination or money to fix up/care for, and are also lucky enough to have pretty amazing families.
So, back to my facebook statuses. Today's revolved around a trip my sister-in-law and I took to Six Flags with our children (there's five between us). I think the first thing I said was how flippin' hot it was, but then I updated my status to say that I was waiting with my daughter outside of the scooby doo ride (long story here involving her not getting to ride the Mine Train, throwing a fit, wanting to ride Scooby Doo, changing her mind at the last minute, and making me break through the wheelchair entrance while we happily -- or not -- waited for everyone else). The thing about that ride is it was where I had my first make-out session with a boy, all the way back in the eighth grade.
Let's go back there: The year was 1993. I was pretty unattractive at this point. My youth (and my now-a-days if I think about it) were spent with some horrible acne. But being as I was skinny, I had that going for me. Plus, I had a pretty good personality (in my not at all conceited opinion.) Anyway, I lusted after a certain boy since 6th grade. He too had an award winning personality, always making me laugh, teasing me, flirting with me the way adolescents do. And FINALLY in 8th grade he decided he wanted to "go out" with me. ME! ME! Little old, hideously ugly ME! I was beyond excited.
So, anyway, back to my first make-out session. We skipped school one day in late May to go to Six Flags and of course we went on the whatever-it-was-called-before-it-was-called-Scooby-Doo ride. If my memory serves me correctly, I think we even planned that that was when we were going to "swap gum" a/k/a make-out. This would be a first for us as we had only kissed small pecks up to this point. But we did it, in the dark, in the little tunnel, and then proudly took our gum that we had been exchanging and stuck it to the wall with the rest of the gum. What a proud moment for me!
I still am in semi-contact with that boy (Read: I'm Facebook friends with his ex-wife). We were best friends through our freshman year and most of high school even after we broke up. He was also the first person I almost slept with, but that's another story for a different day. But, anyway, once I met my now husband my sophomore year of high school, it was hard to maintain a best friend relationship with another man. We drift apart, but I always felt like he was the one who got away. There's a lot of what-if's surrounding our relationship. And if I'm being completely honest with you, blog world or the 0 people who are going to read this, I still dream about him sometimes at night....shh.....don't tell my hubs.
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