I’ve been tagged for another meme and I have to admit, I don’t actually get what I need to do. Regardless, I was one of Runner Susan’s select few. My participation in the “Rockin’ Girl Blogger” meme will be creative – NOT. If I tag you, it will be up to you to figure out what you want to do. I think it has something to do with the logo.
I used to be pretty fun. I used to love to rock out to some fun music. That was in my youth (high school) and before I started listening to Country Music. Those were the days of Pat Benatar, The Doors, and Fleetwood Mac. It was a time when life was easy and the most that I had to worry about was if I could squeeze into my 501 jeans just after they were washed, or if I had a crazy enough shirt (or tie) for the high school rally.
I was a runner back then too. Unlike many of my friends, whose hindquarters were too big for their britches, my issue was that my legs were so muscular that it was hard to get my jeans over them. I remember getting my the lower half of my crop pants caught *above* my calf muscles.
It seems like so long ago. I look at BoBo, as he complains of being bored or not getting to do something; I remember how tough I thought it was when I was his age. Sure, I’d get grounded for this and that, but life was pretty good looking back.
I had many friends. During the summer, we hung out at a neighborhood pool. I’d go there as soon as I finished my chores and could always find someone to hook up with. Whether it was Hide-N-Go-Seek, Ice Blocking, or Broom Ball – we always found fun stuff to occupy us. How could forget the midnight showing of The Rocky Horror Picture Show (equipped with hot dogs and rice).
What if I’d known that I’d be here today…widowed with young kids to raise on my own, and worried about making ends meet. Who knew that it was so tough being grown up? I wonder if I had known, if would have appreciated the rockin’ good times of my youth more.