Party like it's 1999 er 1985

Well, I did it again.  I let days turn into weeks without blogging.  Patience my little grasshoppers, patience.  Rome wasn't built in a day and my quest to blog on the daily won't happen over night either.  Enough.

So it's Thursday, not too long ago, when I was fresh out of school (no smart alec remarks from the peanut gallery)  I used to refer to Thursday as "Friday eve" and treated it as such.  My friends and I would get out of work and head to one of the trending bars of the month, where we would proceed to contemplate life and the injustices in the world and even have heated debates over such important quandaries as "Which came first the chicken or the egg?" and lest we forget one of my favorites, "Why did the Chicken cross the road?"   These and other lively discussions took place while imbibing in alcohol, lots and lots of alcohol.  Good times back then.  And then, just like that, it's 2015 and you are suddenly forty-something and your thirty year high school  reunion is staring you in the face.  No that's not a typo, I meant to type Thirty.  Oh god.  I graduated from high school thirty freaking years ago guys!

Wtf?

I was in the graduating class of 1985 from Incarnate Word Academy. (IWA).  IWA is the oldest Catholic all girls school in Houston.  Yes friends, I attended this very prestigious high school and no, unlike some of my classmates, I was not forced to go there by my parents. I went there by choice and because I took the entrance exam and passed.  Alleluia.  Don't laugh, getting into that school was tough back then.  Actually, I think it's tougher today.   Anyway, I loved going there and I will always be thankful to my parents for working two to three jobs sometimes, just so I could attend that school.  Hell, they sent all four of us (my siblings) to private schools.  I think there should be a monument created in their honor, in all parents honor that worked their ass off  for their kids education.

But I digress.

So tomorrow we are getting together at a local restaurant/bar to start off the evening and then take it where our spirit moves us.  (see what I did there?)  I am looking forward to seeing my old classmates.  It's always as if time stands still whenever we get together, be it for a happy hour or some type of special occasion.  When we see each other, we may be older (ahem, not one word) but we are all still the same.  We laugh and laugh, reminiscing about the nuns and our antics and the teachers and the scandals.  The football games we attended at St. Thomas, (IWA's brother school is St. Thomas High School, the oldest Catholic all boys school in Houston) the ever infamous school dances, the pep rallies, so many different memories.  But the best memory, for me anyway, is the bond that was made with these girls.  Some of us are wives, moms, grandmothers (hot ones), some are now in heaven, but  what we created lives on in our hearts.  We really are sisters.  Some of my best friends (to this day) were made there.  I just can't get it through my head that it's been that many years.  Can you?  I don't even look a day past (pause for dramatics) twenty-five at least.  (Oh shut it)

So here's to the class of 1985 -Sisters of the Incarnate Word -that's what we are.  Falcon pride (our mascot) never dies.

Oh yeah, I know you're all wondering if what they say about Catholic school girls is true.  Yes. All of it.  It's true.

Heh.

Hello July!

I always love the first day of a new month.  The anticipation of the unknown, of what may happen for you/us/me.  New month, full of potential and a chance to maybe right a wrong or follow through on something that you have let go by way of the "maybe later" projects.  Anything is possible.  At least, that's how I always feel at the beginning of a new month.  But somewhere between the 1st and the last day of the month, fear, disappointment and maybe even despair takes over me.  Why?  Well it's simple really.  If I set ridiculous goals or expectations for myself and fall short, I am a failure.  At least, in my eyes I am.  Oh come on, you know full well that we are our own worst critic.  Anyway,  I have a couple of goals this month that I hope to meet.  Wish me luck.

How about you?  What goals or expectations do you have, if any, for this month? Besides the killer tan and the bikini/speedo body I mean.  heh.

In other news, the Astros are have been in first place since April.  No I'm not kidding and yes, it's kind of a big deal.  -um hello? this hardly ever happens.  Oh who am i kidding? It never happens.  I'm all kinds of proud right now that's for sure.  And for those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about, I am a HUGE baseball fan.  Specifically, a Houston Astros fan.  Have been since I was about 7 years old.  Our record has been, how should I put it? Less than stellar the past few years so for us to even be in first place and in the American league no less, well, that's kind of huge. So pardon me if my being giddy gets out of hand.  There's still four months left in the season, more if they make it to the playoffs.  Oh but to dream...

The bewitching hour is almost upon me, so I will say good night.  Tomorrow is going to be a great day, I'm off on Friday for the long holiday weekend and I see beach, sand and sun in my future.

Be good.