I am sitting here listening to 80's rock and resting after a long day of Springs cleaning while it is snowing outside. What the bleep is going on? Damn the snow.

This music reminds me of being in love with boys with mullets and jean jackets. I must admit one guy I dated wore leopard print spandex and tank tops. He was hot. Oh and lets not forget aqua socks in the middle of the dessert.

Making out use to be my past time. I kissed everyone I could catch. I remember when boys would ask you out in seventh grade and you would have a relationship that lasted a week and it felt so long term. You would listen to Cheap Trick and dream about your stud and their BMX bike. Those were the days.

I miss school dances. I miss dancing until my eye liner dripped down to my cheeks. I miss big hair and borrowing all of my friends clothes. I miss the butterflies that made me feel nauseous when some dude would even look in my direction.

I miss notes from my friends. The notes from middle school were cruel and exciting. I now get boring emails from some of those same girls. Usually just some dang chain mail where if you don't email it to 9 other people you will have bad luck for a million years. I don't bother to open most of it to avoid the curse.

Well I think I am going to go and force my kids to dance with me. I have to let some steam off. They hate it when I do the running man and any sort of bootie shaking. Little do they know, their mom use to be a hot chick, so the boys with mullets thought in seventh grade!