Seems a lot of my blogging friends are causing me to get all nostalgic lately.  I’ve been thinking back to the days before husband, before children.  Back to when life was all about me and where my girlfriends and I were going to go for the night.  We had a club to go to every night of the week.  And we never grew tired.  I don’t know how we did it.  We were young twenty-somethings and that’s truly all that mattered.  We’d conference call each other and discuss what time we were meeting, where we were going and what we were going to wear.

All of that was suddenly amplified recently when I happen to catch what our local news calls "The Problem Solvers."  If you’ve got a problem that can’t seem to get resolved, you call The Problem Solvers and they’ll help get you results and put your story on the news, to either enhance whatever sympathy you’re hoping for or to shame the company or person who did you wrong in the first place.  Sometimes they look to viewers to offer help.  Well, some guy got the shaft on some paint job done to his car and was getting no results from the company that did it.  As a result, another auto finishing company stepped up to the plate and offered to repaint his car.  During the story, they interviewed the gentleman that owns the company who so kindly donated their services.  It took but one glance at his piercing green eyes and I was at the edge of my seat.  Turns out this was a guy I dated back in the early nineties.  Wow, what a blast from the past.  I remember being head over heals for this guy and he sort of faded out without my ever really knowing why.

So yesterday, I found myself digging through some boxes.  Boxes containing over twenty years of memories.  Going through old pictures, love letters, even the occassional dried flower that must have meant something, but now years later I can’t remember what or whom.  I came across a picture I just had to share.  Yep, this is me back in April of 1989.  I waited over 3 hours in line to meet and have my picture taken with…  yes folks, that’s Kip Winger from the hairband days.

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