So instead of doing what I should be doing - which is moving my old washer out of the house and washing the nasty ass floor that hasn’t seen water or soap in a long time - I’m on Facebook. Seriously, I think I love Facebook. It started out as something to connect with my family. I hate MySuck with a passion, and this seemed like a good alternative. I think it was Florida Sister that invited me. Then I started to find people from my dad’s family. My maiden name is so unusual that if I find someone with that last name, there is no doubt that we are related somehow. When my dad was alive, he didn’t keep in touch with alot of the members of HIS father’s family. I believe that my grandparents nasty divorce had alot to do with that, not to mention that people just didn’t get divorced in the 40’s and 50’s. So its been interesting to make those family connections.
THEN, I started connecting with people that I had went to school with. I had already connected with some them via MySuck, and we added each other. And then there were more people that I went to school with that I ran across. There are alot of them that I went to GRADE school with. (We never went to middle or jr. high school, it was a K-8 school.) It’s been interesting to see how their lives have gone in the 20 plus years since we’ve last seen each other, to see their children. Wow, just WOW.
There’s the cancer survivor that I became friends with in the 4th grade when she moved to our area. She mentioned spending the night at my house and my mother pretty much letting us do whatever we wanted. My mom was the permissive mom and while I think that she let us get away with alot, there were things that she had no idea about. I was a sneaky bitch in my youth. OK, some things never change. But she’s a survivor and has 2 wonderful children to boot.
There’s the boy who I happen to share a birthday with. He’s 3 minutes older than me. We had combined birthday parties for a few years also. I bought him his first condoms and stuck them into a card for him. (Hurrah for safer sex!) He has 2 lovely children now, the oldest is the spitting image of him. He’s a cop now too. I wonder if he thinks of all of the drinking parties that we had as kids when he’s busting kids doing the exact same thing now.
There’s another boy that I would have classified as a nerd in grade and high school. He ran an underground newspaper in high school. I remember people passing it around one of my classes Junior year (before I left school formally) and I thought that it was very brave and also clever. He has 4 children which means that he got REALLY busy. Some woman found that nerdyness very sexy. It reminds me of the Revenge of the Nerds series - there’s going to be a hot girl that thinks a nerd is sexy as hell and ulitmately, Nerds do rule the world. (See Bill Gates and Steve Jobs, ya’ll. It’s true.)
There’s also the boy that I swore was the paste eater in school. I believe that we were in school from kindergarten through 8th grade. I was mean to him sometimes. I remember this because I got in trouble when his mom called my mom because of some mean thing I did. I wasn’t much older than 8. I was a shithead when I was a kid. He’s married now with 2 kids too. Does paste eating run in the family, I wonder? (See, I’m still an asshole.)
Then the groups of people that joined a group that got started for the grade school that I went to. Getting a brief glimpse into their current lives. Some of these are people that went to school with Local and Boston Sisters too. Its been interesting to say the least.
Then there’s me. The one with a bazillion bad kids and is the permissive mom. Oh Jeesus Cripes on a cracker - I have become my mother. I don’t have a career per se, unless you can call waitressing a career. I can’t imagine being as old as Flo from Al’s diner and waiting tables still. Maybe when I grow up, I’ll have a career. (Remember that I’ll be 35 this year, I’m thinking that I might qualify as grown up now. Bad news for that grown up career ya’ll.) And all of the crazy shit that I’ve done as a child, I still do in one form or another now. I think I’m mentally stunted at 14.
The internet is an amazing place people. It’s the great time waster of my life anyways. Finding out what the people that I grew up with and seeing what they’ve been up to has been an amazing experience. It’s also jogged my memory of events that I thought that I forgot. I was friends with all different kinds of people, but I though I never REALLY fit in to any particular group. Yes, I’ve always been an odd duck, but I think that most of you know that already. Facebook has given me an interesting prespective on my life, then and now. Some things (and people) stay the same, and sometimes they change, but at the core of it - people never REALLY change, they just get older.