My life centers around my four strong daughters and my husband. I am blessed by many friends and family and they are a huge stenghth in my life. I work as an assistant in a kindergarten classroom and although I absolutley love my job, I am trying to finish up my degree. I am majoring in English with a writing concentration, hence this blog! I love to bake, cook, take photos and when I make it a priority READ great books! I have been wanting to get on the banwagon of blogging for awhile now but could not think of my niche. This morning in the wee hours I awoke and had an idea. What if I blogged about the 80's? Not just the general 80's but my version. I look at my four girls and all the challenges they face as females and I am excited for all that they will do with their lives. They are growing up in a decade so different than the 80's. I won't say it was a simpler time. How could I when so many tragic things occured in the 80's? But it was "original", as all decades try to be when defining themselves. I turned 9 years old in the summer of 1980 and I was already full swing into writing. Of course this was my diary, filled with daily reports of crushes and sleepovers, but it was the begining of what I thought would be a great story. Not because it would be more important than any other young girls story, but because of three things: 1. Other girls had to have feelings like mine. 2. I usually made myself laugh when I wasn't making myself cry, and 3. I did the same for my friends.
Who knows if anyone will read this. (I am sure I am not the first blogger to write that.) I suppose it is better to jump right in and try. This leaves me with some great advice from a recent friend my husband and I made. Now granted he is much younger than me and this story is a little saucy but we quote him all the time now with his words of wisdom. His wife had a friend over and they were having a few drinks. Their guest wanted to see their new bed they had purchased, so they showed her up to the room. The guest, being tipsy I suppose, flopped down on the bed and stretched and commented on how comfy it was. She looked coyly over at these friends of mine and patted the bed. Well, being a 28 year old male with a 16 year old brain, (and a teenager of the 90's, which was just the begining of a new acceptance of sexuality) he grabbed his wife as she turned to go downstairs and said, "Wait, lets just see what happens." Of course nothing happened. Yet we through out his words of wisdom (?) often in our discussions. ANd not just about sex. I think the source of his quote is less important than what it suggests. So, as I begin this journey back through the decade that defined so many people, I will leave that as my final thought, Lets just see what happens.