But actually in 1975. On a Thursday though.
So that means in 39 years you will celebrate your birthday on the day of the week you were born.
Well, it won’t be the first time, but it might be the first time you remember. Like me.
Happy birthday me! And the rest of you who were born on March 13th!
Love Pop Shoppe!
I was excited to find Pop Shoppe pop at Bed, Bath & Beyond’s new specialty foods area. Not that I’ll ever buy it, but it was a fun memory.
I used to love the grape Happy Pop, in the stubby bottle of course. Even now, I still love the smell of grape pop… unfortuntely it’s just too sugary for me to handle a couple of decades later. But every once in a while, a little grape pop is all a person needs.
Things I miss about childhood…
white bread sandwiches that my mom would cut the crusts off of
riding my bike to Tags with Joc for daily donuts and slushes after school, or a little brown bag full of candy
wearing knee-high socks and knickers
being care-free
not doing work after school (don’t really remember doing much homework)
eating popsicles and jumping on the trampoline
biking and walking around for hours, for no reason
packing my little bag with snacks and dolls and going “camping” down by the creek
skating on the creek
tobogganing down our hills
driving my little Honda 50 around
rainbow ice cream from Pioneer Ice Cream
watching Family Ties, The Cosby’s, and Who’s the Boss on my little TV
performing Chicago songs to various “audiences”
dressing up like a fool for reason
the smell of Strawberry Shortcake
setting up the Barbie houses then not playing with them
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Keeping it simple in today’s #tbt…
Just thinking about all those years that Team Canada won gold in Olympic hockey.
That was a lot of times.
Men and women.
Canada/U.S. battles are the best.
And the Canadian wins are the greatest. Heehee.
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Wordless Wednesday posts are sometimes clues to Throwback Thursday posts, in case you had or hadn’t noticed… well, this is what I’m trying to do anyway.
So my Wordless Wednesday photo of my veggies, cheese, salami and breadsticks dinner is my topic. That plate of goodness is a pretty typical dinner during the week for Brett and I. Heavy on the veggies and hummus or tzaziki, lighter on the cheese and crackers.
This throwback only goes back just a few months, but I was thinking about when Brett and I decided to start eating raw veggies for dinner during the week, instead of regular dinners. He was finding that eating a larger lunch then coming home to dinner a few hours later was too much food. So we came up with a plan for weeknight dinners. We would eat raw veggies, hummus, maybe crackers, salami and cheese, but mostly veggies for dinner during the week. Weekends are early “regular” dinner days. We’ve kept this new routine going since October and we’ve been successful with it. I think this eating “plan” even makes me feel less guilty about the limited running and gym time over the winter! Yay!
Maybe you want to give it a try!
You know how hearing a song throws you back in time?
Well I’m throwing it back with “Chasing Cars” by Snow Patrol, one of my songs on repeat.
2006.
American Thanksgiving.
My first in NYC.
Brett on the west coast and me on the east.
Calling him to chat, see what was up for the weekend.
Wondering why he isn’t answering his phone.
Wonder turning to worry.
Hours later….
he walks through my show box apartment door.
🙂
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The perfect Thanksgiving surprise.
Please tell me you remember the Au Coton clothing fad of the ’80’s – the decade with the best music and cult-classic movies yet the WORST hair and clothing styles. Seriously, look at these girls…. And I looked just like them from about 1986-1989.
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To call this brand of slouchy, layering clothing style an obsession would be an understatement. My poor parents. On weekend shopping trips to West Edmonton Mall, I would drag them into this store so I could basically buy the same set of clothes I already had, just in every color. (Okay, okay – I still do this. If I love something I buy it in multiple colors, what’s wrong with that?) But look at this! Woowwwwww. So sorry I don’t have any pics of me these awesome frocks. Next time I’m at my mom’s I’ll try to find some. You will be flabbergasted.
In September I wrote about this lady I see in my neighborhood to whom I refer to as “Sunscreen Lady“.
Well, there’s this other woman.
What can I call her… Let me think. How about “Big Brother Lady”? Yep, she thinks she’s being watched. By the MTA. Okay we all are being tracked somehow. But she is very active about letting the MTA know that she knows that they know about her knowing about what they know … oy.
I’ve seen her three times. Three times is a lot in this city, considering the number of people. Twice on city buses and again last Friday in Grand Central on the 4, 5, 6 platform.
Here’s what she does:
She has these rectangular signs – paper, cardboard, and envelopes – that I assume she writes messages on … She displays her messages – none of which I’ve seen – to the video surveillance cameras in the buses and in the subway stations, mouthing words to the camera as she points to her signs. As she is showing the camera her signs, she is oblivious to others around her – like no one is there but her – which is kind of strange considering she thinks she is being watched. Anyway, is it rude for me to look at her messages? Not sure… but I guess if she’s sharing her messages to the video cameras, I can read them too? I’ll keep you posted if I see her again and pass on her message.
P.S. Now you get my reference in my Wordless Wednesday post, right?
P.P.S. Sleep with one eye open tonight… You never know who’s watching, or who’s trying to send you a message. 😉
Last week over the holiday break I was in hometown Alberta for Christmas Eve at mom and dad’s. Since my brother, sister in-law, nephew, niece and I took a drive past our high school (my brother’s and mine), I thought it was appropriate that my #tbt this week be a high school graduation day photo. That day was 20 (and a half) years ago…
Wait…
What?
Two decades? Seriously? Nooooo.
Sometimes high school doesn’t seem that long ago and other times it seems like a lifetime when I think about how our lives have all become so different.
Circa June 1993, in my parents back yard (I’m in red)
The five of us were very close throughout high school and university however, our chosen paths eventually lead us all in our own directions. Although we parted physically, we are all from the same place – and have our cherished memories of each other.
Countless experiences and interactions with life in general have shaped our lives since then – careers, boyfriends, husbands, friends, kids, travel – but essentially I know inside we are still the same people. Although I am not as close to all of these wonderful ladies as I once was, I know that who we were then, is also who we are now: good old friends. Despite distance, time apart, or who our new friends are – my memories tell me that will remain.
(P.S. I did have a lunch date with Joc in green last week, and had a cocktail date with Alison in black but had to cancel due to feeling like crap! 😦 . Tanya in purple and I are in contact on FB, and Monica in blue and I email every once in a while to catch up).
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