I have the best memory... I've always had a knack for remembering things... I can tell you even years later where I was on any given day, what I was doing, what I was wearing, who I was dating, just in general anything going on in my life at that time. I think this came about because in some form or other, I've always kept a journal all the way back since the 8th grade. It all started when I got a calendar for Christmas that year. It was a 1978 Snoopy calendar, with images of Sno*py saying and doing all kinds of sarcastic things. Ya gotta love that Sno*py! I just started writing down in the squares day after day, what I did, who I talked to, what I wore, what boy I was crushing on and I also made note of the one smart ass thing I did each and every day. You know, to go in line with the sarcastic Sno*py way... Year after year I requested the Sno*py calendar because it had become my routine if you will. And I got that Sno*py calendar and maintained it as my journal until I turned 18. By then I had collected 5 years worth of journaling and a habit had begun.
From there I moved onto calendar books, I needed them to always be in the form of a calendar, it was just easier for me to write in the spaces of a day versus an entire page of a diary. As I got older and my life became more complex, sometimes you could find an extension of any one day written in the back pages, you know where they put the index of measurements or future calendar years, etc. There would be a long trail of what happened on a really bad date or a really good date, or a recount of an over emotional phone conversation I'd had with my best friend. On and on these daily entries would go... These books began collecting as well, year after year as I would either get one for Christmas, or purchase it myself. I continued to keep these diaries of sorts up until about a few years ago. I guess this online journal somewhat took over. I think the last handwritten one I maintained consistently was in the year 2002. It just sort of got harder and harder to "find the time" to write it all out. Before I knew it the habit was broken. I honestly think that because I spent so much time writing these daily details of my life for so many years, that's what helped me to have this great memory. I trained myself to have somehwat of a "photographic memory" and I would just visualize which Sno*py calendar it was or in which calendar book I had written any particular day, and poof, I can tell you where I was on December 7, 1984. (After working all day at the Computer Manufacturer place I was working at as their receptionist, I met with my friends; Tina, Michelle and Russell and we all went to see the movie, Beverly Hills Cop. I wore a pair of black coolot styled slacks with a turquoise sweater and a sash belt that had the colors; red, black and purple on it, oh and I also wore black sheer'd hose with black pumps. See, I not only have a good memory, I have style)
About 10 years ago, when I was moving from New York to Texas, I had limited space to pack my belongings, and in a rush to get on with it, I threw away all of my Sno*py Calendars and a few of my calendar books. I remember thinking, "It's Junior High, High School, why do I need to keep these?" damn... I so wish to this day I would have kept them all. They didn't take up that much space and as my life begins to flash before myself, I really wish I could see them again, read them and relive a bit of my past. I know, I know, the past is the past, but wouldn't it be fun to "go back in time" and relive in detail some of the experiences you had? My memory is fading and fading fast, especially events I don't remember. (that is a silly sentence, but makes total sense to me) And, without having my mom around (who truly had the best memory of anyone I know) to retell old stories or rehash the good times, it's sort of like I don't have anyway to share in the good ole days, you know? It sucks.
Fortunately, I do have most of the calendar books and sometimes when I can't find a good book to get started on, I will bring one to bed with me and read a few weeks at a time for my nightly reading. It's very interesting to see how far I've come especially when it comes to drama. Apparently, I used to have a lot of drama in my life. Now..? not so much. (Whew...) I think I will start a little series of sharing these entries with you... even though they might not be the most interesting of reads. I will try on a weekly basis to provide a picture and or an entry of my past. Maybe I won't be able to remember as far back as 8th grade, but remember anything beyond 1999, has got to be a hoot.
First up... (A little backgroud info: I was 21, living in Oklahoma City, working as a receptionist, living in a 2 bedroom apartment with my bestfriend Mundee Lee Neeley (yes, that was her real name) My life really didn't have too much direction at the time, just working and having fun, and this was just a typical Saturday night...)
May 17, 1986...
Party Girls... Circa: 1986...
when Bad Perms, Lee Press On Nails and Virginia Slim Ultra Lights were my thing!
From there I moved onto calendar books, I needed them to always be in the form of a calendar, it was just easier for me to write in the spaces of a day versus an entire page of a diary. As I got older and my life became more complex, sometimes you could find an extension of any one day written in the back pages, you know where they put the index of measurements or future calendar years, etc. There would be a long trail of what happened on a really bad date or a really good date, or a recount of an over emotional phone conversation I'd had with my best friend. On and on these daily entries would go... These books began collecting as well, year after year as I would either get one for Christmas, or purchase it myself. I continued to keep these diaries of sorts up until about a few years ago. I guess this online journal somewhat took over. I think the last handwritten one I maintained consistently was in the year 2002. It just sort of got harder and harder to "find the time" to write it all out. Before I knew it the habit was broken. I honestly think that because I spent so much time writing these daily details of my life for so many years, that's what helped me to have this great memory. I trained myself to have somehwat of a "photographic memory" and I would just visualize which Sno*py calendar it was or in which calendar book I had written any particular day, and poof, I can tell you where I was on December 7, 1984. (After working all day at the Computer Manufacturer place I was working at as their receptionist, I met with my friends; Tina, Michelle and Russell and we all went to see the movie, Beverly Hills Cop. I wore a pair of black coolot styled slacks with a turquoise sweater and a sash belt that had the colors; red, black and purple on it, oh and I also wore black sheer'd hose with black pumps. See, I not only have a good memory, I have style)
About 10 years ago, when I was moving from New York to Texas, I had limited space to pack my belongings, and in a rush to get on with it, I threw away all of my Sno*py Calendars and a few of my calendar books. I remember thinking, "It's Junior High, High School, why do I need to keep these?" damn... I so wish to this day I would have kept them all. They didn't take up that much space and as my life begins to flash before myself, I really wish I could see them again, read them and relive a bit of my past. I know, I know, the past is the past, but wouldn't it be fun to "go back in time" and relive in detail some of the experiences you had? My memory is fading and fading fast, especially events I don't remember. (that is a silly sentence, but makes total sense to me) And, without having my mom around (who truly had the best memory of anyone I know) to retell old stories or rehash the good times, it's sort of like I don't have anyway to share in the good ole days, you know? It sucks.
Fortunately, I do have most of the calendar books and sometimes when I can't find a good book to get started on, I will bring one to bed with me and read a few weeks at a time for my nightly reading. It's very interesting to see how far I've come especially when it comes to drama. Apparently, I used to have a lot of drama in my life. Now..? not so much. (Whew...) I think I will start a little series of sharing these entries with you... even though they might not be the most interesting of reads. I will try on a weekly basis to provide a picture and or an entry of my past. Maybe I won't be able to remember as far back as 8th grade, but remember anything beyond 1999, has got to be a hoot.
First up... (A little backgroud info: I was 21, living in Oklahoma City, working as a receptionist, living in a 2 bedroom apartment with my bestfriend Mundee Lee Neeley (yes, that was her real name) My life really didn't have too much direction at the time, just working and having fun, and this was just a typical Saturday night...)
May 17, 1986...
Slept in, made breakfast for me and Mundee. Went to mall got new sweatshirt for tonight's party. Called mom, she told me that she was loving her new business. She know's she made the right decision leaving the Print Shop and starting her own. Called Grandmur to tell her I would meet them for Sunday Dinner tomorrow. Got ready and went up to Edmond to go to Tanya's Grad Party with Mundee. I wore jeans and my new sweatshirt. It rained all night, but we still had fun. Lots of cute boys. We smoked, drank a lot. I had the best time learning how to play BOAT. It's a fun drinking game, like a relay. I was on the good team with cutiepie Ben. I thought for sure he'd go for it once I impressed him with my gulping beer talent. Oh well. We played all night. I also tried the Beer Bong. Even though it spilled all over me, I thought it was a blast. Great time. Mundee is so cool and I loved her friends.
Party Girls... Circa: 1986...
when Bad Perms, Lee Press On Nails and Virginia Slim Ultra Lights were my thing!
