My Teenage Life and Hard Times

I accidentally opened Pandora's Box tonight. And I am still crying. Laughing hard crying.

This coming weekend at Camp Crop-A-Lot my high school bestie Julie will be joining me again. While I'm going to be working on my 2013 album, she's going to start her childhood and up scrapbook. To be helpful, I said, "Hey, let me check to see if I have any pictures of us or old newspaper clippings or anything you could use."

Oh, I do. When I went into the "archives" tonight, I found plenty. Makes me think I should do one, too! A few highlights – or lowlights when you think I've been holding onto this stuff (OK, hoarding) for 30+ years now.

I kept a lot of information on calendars. Sort of like my pre-blog, I guess. If you wanted to know top songs for the week, I usually found a spot for them!

And I definitely noted all the times we were grounded from TV. Yes, a month at a time. Notice my countdown on the week before the 14th. That is counting to when we could watch TV since the last time we were grounded. Then, less than 5 days later, we were grounded again! No, we were not bad kids. Just not good enough, I guess. Judging by my calculations, we're still grounded until June 7, 2021. (Side note: that says Read Poem, nor porn.)

I realized I did keep a journal of the summer trip my twin and I took with our parents to Canada. Basically up to Thunder Bay area and back. Notice, I was even a picky photographer then: "Well we finally made it to Canada. I'm so mad. Dad wouldn't let us stop to take a picture of the sign."

Bwaahaaa. My life and hard times, alright!

Did those things scar me for life? Maybe. Look at us. What are we, a Devo party? No, just wearing strainers on our heads on New Year's Eve. Judging by the clock, this was 2 minutes to midnight. Whooping it up! By the way, that's me on the left and my scraping partner Julie has the little pink funnel on her head. No judging.

You'll understand again why I was blessed there was no social media around for the first 30 years of my life!

I did find some copies of newspaper articles:

Plus copies of our graduation announcements, the program and, naturally, my speech!

Good gawd! And it's no wonder hubby said: "But neither one of you are hoarders, right?"

No. Not sure I understand the question.

Needless to say, we're going to have some fun this weekend. And productivity, of course.