Happy New Years Eve all. Today is the last day of 2018. It’s been a pretty good year. In February 2018 I turned 50. The big FIVE-OH. Over the Hill. Which sounds less scary? Turning a half century or 5 decades? Fifty is Nifty. OK so there are lots of phrases/sayings that come hand in hand with turning 50.
Me? I was excited that I got my AARP card! Booya!! Discounts at Denny’s and I got my Senior Card at the casino we go to in Reno which means more discounts.
But for me today is incredibly meaningful. Every New Years Eve all day is, at least for the last 30 years. That is because my oldest son was born on New Years Eve Day in 1988. That’s right folks I had a child at 20. My son turns 30 today!
I know a lot of you probably feel the same as I do and if you don’t, you will when you get older and your kids are grown. I feel like he is still my little baby boy. I’m feeling nostalgic and weepy actually. 30. Thirty years! Damnit, it went by so quickly….
I was 19 when I was married the first time. No I was not pregnant. It was a choice. I met my first husband when we moved from Cupertino, CA to San Jose, CA. Seriously it’s like a 10-15 minute drive from one house to the other. I was in 4th grade and he in 5th. He lived right around the corner. We didn’t hang out or go to each other’s birthdays or anything. Just knew we were there is all, maybe walked home together etc. Fast forward to high school. His best friend and someone that was incredibly cute and I had had a crush on, off and on, since 4th or 5th grade and he was dating my “best friend” back in 7th/8th grade and ….well let’s say when I got back from Greece and it was my sophomore year, he looked at me differently. Not just as a friend. I don’t know how it happened, I can’t remember. But he did notice me. We started dating but he wanted to go way faster than I did…I’m sure you get what I mean. I wasn’t ready yet. Anyway as you can guess a few months went by and he broke up with me. I was crushed *hence where the phrase I have a crush on him/her came from I’m sure*. Now the Sadie Hawkins dance was coming up. I guess I wasn’t that crushed since I asked his best friend. I was 16 and a sophomore, he was 18 and a junior. (he was born a premie with a twin that died at birth and ended up being held back in like the 1st grade). We went and got matching Town and Country shirts and wore matching lace up knee high moccasin boots and 501 jeans (c’mon it was 1984!) For those that have never heard of Sadie Hawkins Dance, it’s where the girl asks a guy out and then they dress the same and go to the dance.
So we went to the dance (shhh we bought a six pack before hand and were a bit toasty). We made out all night. We even “got married” there. Lol…can you believe it? They had a fake marriage certificate just for fun. Do that today and the school would have been sued and there would have been press everywhere and stupid women in stupid hats with stupid signs. It was just for fun. So we sat on a bale of hay and took a picture. Man do we look tipsy lol. From that night on we were pretty much dating. By the way I still have that “marriage certificate” in my memory bin in the garage.
I ended up marrying him, for real. November 27th 1987. My mom made my wedding dress which I still have in a box *had she not made that dress it would have been long gone*. I was married, OK seriously don’t laugh, in the garden of a Greek restaurant called Zorbas. Hey really….no snickers. The owner of Zorbas was a friend of my dads and my dad used to play the bouzouki there in the 70s. (I will totally explain that later). I grew up there running around behind the bar, playing in the garden, walking around the big kitchen. So we had our wedding and reception there.
We wanted, well maybe I did, I don’t remember, to start our family right away. Six months later I was pregnant and a month and a half before I turned 21 my first son was born. He wasn’t due for apx 3 more weeks, like on the 20th of January. December 30th I felt like I needed to get all the Christmas stuff put away. I went to bed that night and told my husband that I was going to have the baby on New Years Eve. Woke up that morning and sure enough. Time to go to the hospital. The doctor I had I didn’t really like. He was also Greek and had a bit of a bad bedside manner. On the last visit I had had with him he told me that in no uncertain terms not to call him on New Years Eve. He had a party to go to. Pffff, don’t tell me what to do! Anyway for whatever reason he shot me full of Pitocin. Made me go into labor overdrive and I had my son just a few hours later. 8lbs, 5oz. Big boy for being 3 weeks early….mind you I am not even 5’4″.
Are we still married? I figured you would ask. Of course the odds were against us and we divorced in 1993.
So I have a baby that is turning 30 today. There is a little more to the story but again, I don’t want to bore you all. I actually came in to show you what I was drinking and then all this poured out of me. Oh…here is what I am drinking this morning.
Saw it at Walmart last night and thought I would try it. Now it tastes just like those bottle of cold Starbucks you get. Let’s see if the “Doubleshot” works. Oh and lol…I’m also drinking, after I polished this off, Starbucks Veranda 2x caffeine. I really want to get the house cleaned today and need the energy!
Have a blessed 2019!