Love, BC (before children)

Fh use to hang on every thing that flew out of my mouth. True. When I had something important to say (stop laughing).Now we barely have time for a peck as we're both racing out the door.

We were celebrating Thanksgiving at fh's grandma's 10 years ago. My first time meeting his tribe. I love how "sweet" and so in love we were . AND g-d sooooo young. I had him with every breath I whispered. Young love. This is before wrinkles had set in on me and before fh had turned "salt-n-peppa" . Ahhh, age, it's a beautiful thing. I still love you baby!

Retro-Friday

I've never been one to ever say I had long gorgeous legs, actually more like tree stumps. But I ran across this picture the other day and I would say that yes maybe a long time ago I did have legs that ran all the way to my arse! A famed expression my father use to say. Geez o-pease I think I have underwear bigger than those shorts!


Picture taken at the Philly stadium in 1985. woo!

The Envelope Please.

Or in our case the Rose. The 3 chosen by their peers. Yes, it made the paper. Again! This was big news in the day. Sadly (laughing now at what was so important--then-drama) I would not be the 1978/79 Ms. AmericaHomecoming Queen. But one of her two lowly loyal subjects who would serve the Queen in the event of her demise.(evil laugh) Good golly she could have fallen and broken a leg or worse a nail. We were there to eagerly step in. This was as you can imagine a coveted position. One held in the highest regard and sought after by even the toughest of girls. True. Did I have anyone fooled? I was flattered (especially being the new kid on the block) and it was a special time. Great memories, however but not something that I have ever included on my resume'! *snort*. I've got my eye on the big one now. "Blogger Queen"!

Song playing is Hot Stuff by Donna Summer a top 10 favorite in 1979.

Blast from the past---1985

It's Friday and you know what that means. A blast from the past. I dug this photo out of the time capsule. Had to blow the dust off. Shzzz... I'm still laughing...

Skinny legs. Waist 18 inches. Skirt barely covered the "who-who". Area 56 had not arrived yet. Skinny arms. Big hair. Sheer craziness. I have nothing to add other than who kidnapped me?! I want that body back.

Yester year.....

It's Friday and you know what time that means. A blast from the past!

It wasThanksgiving(guessing by the bird in the picture) 1984 and if I recall I was at the Holiday Inn picking up naturally our Thanksgiving Day gourmet dinner. Can you use Holiday Inn and gourment in the same sentence? This was long before I had mastered the art of cooking. I was 23 at the time.

A real fashion plate back then! Clearly.

Yester Year 1989

Hat. Check.

Ray Bans. Check.

Famous Red Shoes. Check!


Need I say more. I may have even worn the red shoes to the beach!







On our way back to states cleaned up and all purdy with our famous motto "what goes on on the island--stays on the island".

For my family who reads my blog, no I have no shame. We all have a past (you included--you know who you are) I for one can laugh at myself. I enjoy life to it's fullest.

Now I must go make my rounds.....happy reading.

Over Exposed 1991

Yep, those are my sweet golden cheeks! Where did they go? I keep asking myself the same question? No, the picture is not "airbrushed" and yes my bum sat up at attention as perfectly as my enhanced titties--back then. Once upon a time I was an avid runner(don't look at me like that-you meanie-look at my ass) and fitness guru. I spent an ornate amount of time in the gym working out to have the body of purrr-fection. Great place to meet single attractive men too. It was a cold day in hell if I missed a work out. I was a freak. True dedication. Um, I think the word that comes to mind is narcissist... lol. Pictures you are viewing are taken

from one of the many playgrounds that me and my entourage frequented.




No hangin' here, and look thighs don't touch! I want that body back!

On reviewing "area 56" recently I've noticed that my ass has truly fallen. No amount of me bending over and touching the floor will lift it off the floor. So, when I need a little "boost" I pull out my "yester-year" pictures and tell myself "you are beeee-you-tiful even with your saggy ass can!

Thank g-d for that smart intelligent woman who invented "Spanx". Truly after my heart. Someone who gets it. No jiggle what so ever and what's even better tucks, and sucks it all in. I don't know that I would be wearing it with my swim suit(yuk-yuk-yuk) or that I would dare brave it and put a thong on my rear today --- but I can still feel good about myself! Ok, ladies... pull out your skeleton's! Steffie first...Crazylady needs no encouraging.