May 12, 2005

• The 80′s……………..

  
  

  A bunch of folks in the “Adult’s” blogring are talking about what they were doing in the 80′s, so here’s my input.  I seem to be about 3 or 4 years older than everybody else doing it! Darn it!

  
  

  In 1981, I graduated from High School, Bob was in college and a deputy Sheriff.

  
  

     

  
  

  This Senior pic of mine is kinda dog-eared, that’s because it’s the one Bob carried in his wallet for 20 years.  I have his wallet in a little dish by his urn, plus a few small things of his.  The photo of him is at a frat party.  They’re making the pledges do push-ups all in a row.  Everybody’s wearing a funky get-up, and I think he’s cute as a button in his shorts and boots!

  
  

       Here he is with his car, #31, I still have the key tag for this patrol car on my key-ring.  Someday I’ll let one of the kids have it, I guess.

  
  

  This is my mom, when I told her we wanted to get married………..

  
  

    We were married in August of 1982, I was 19, he was 26.

  
  

  We were members of a very strict Pentecostal religion, and did not have TV’s or listen to secular music, so I don’t have those types of touchstones for memories.  All I know is everyone was talking about some wild woman named Madonna.

  
  

  Summer of 83, in the yard of our second place to live.  Yes, the sprinkler is on.  Yes, he was nuts like this all the time.

  
  

    This photo was taken in June of 84, we had just found out we were expecting our first child the day before.

  
  

  February of 85, our daughter was born, life changed…….

  
  

  June of 86, our boy arrives, 16 months later to the day, all eleven plus pounds of him.  I am told I cannot have anymore kids by the doctor, I am fine with that!  Send Bob to vet…….

  
  

    We splurge and buy a bigger car………..

  
  

   

  
  

   Summer of 87, spent raising a family, teaching them how to spit watermelon seeds…….

  
  

  In 1988, we opened a business like a Mail Boxes, plus gifts.  This is me with one of my employees behind me, her name was Karen.  We had the only fax machine in town.  I remember I paid almost $1000 for it, and it was almost as big as a copier.  I charged $2.00 for the first page and $1.00 each additional, to send or recieve.  We sold lots of balloons, too.  I have a complete paranoia over balloons now.  Too many popped in my face over the years.  Now I can’t stand them!  I actually get anxiety when I’m around latex balloons!  All the boxes on the floor are packages folks have brought in to send via UPS. We also had contracts with the phone company and the Gas and Electric company so that folks could come in and pay their bills.  I had this business for 5 years, and then sold it.

  
  

  So, the 80′s for me were my 20′s, getting married, starting a family, starting a business.  Pretty boring stuff, really.  But that’s what life is, eh?  We were happy, and that’s what mattered.

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