It was while I was working in the Allied Health office with Kat that I had an experience that I have since come to refer to as The Skinny Sandwich ( Read more... )

I've been trying to remember what happened when, and I'm waiting for an email back from GK to clarify some dates.

They say the memory is the second thing to go.

I forget what the first thing is....

* * * * * January of 1993 heralded the marriage of GK and Himself. (I am just as puzzled now as I was then, but it works for her---!) It was a ( Read more... )

1992 was the year I painted my bedroom. At the time, I had brown paisley sheets. I've been into paisley since forever, and these I'd gotten at 60% off when the local Montgomery Wards closed down. Lovely sheets. I wore the hell out of them, and I think I still have a pillowcase or two kicking around somewhere. Anyway, since I was on third shift and ( Read more... )

1991 was the year of the Pittsburgh Tattoo Convention. It was advertized in the tattoo 'zines, and I *really* wanted to go. I wanted to see more tattoos---this was before you could go to Wally World and see fifty people with tatts any Saturday afternoon. There were very few shops in my area, because Florida had very restrictive laws at the time. GK ( Read more... )

The big 3-0! I was angsting about that---between Logan's Run and "Never trust anyone over 30", I was slightly freaked. Peter sent me a birthday card that said: "So you're turning 30? Cheer up!" and inside: "Some people have been known to live for WEEKS after that ( Read more... )

Watch this space ( Read more... )

I know I haven't mentioned my weight in a while, but I guaran-damn-ty that it was still an issue, even without Dad there to harp on it. There was that Look I got when I showed interest in a guy---that deer-in-the-headlights look that was followed by "I don't think of you *that* way, I think of you as a really good friend.". Some day, some guy is ( Read more... )

It's difficult for me to look back at '86 without wincing. I was 25---that's half my life ago, gasp!---and I'd just gotten a good chunk of money from my dad's estate, and I thought I was rich ( Read more... )

At first, 1985 was business as usual. My dad had a buddy who owned an auto body shop, and he picked up assorted used cars and fixed them up. At that point, we had four or five that I can think of: the Comet, the Pinto, a Datsun truck, a Corvair, and I'm not sure if he still had the Mazda Rx-3 then or not ( Read more... )

I started the year training for a job doing soldering/assembly. I liked doing that kind of thing; my familiarity with tools in general carried over to fiddling with small parts and doing minute adjustments. The company was an hour south in Palm Bay at started at 7 AM. (I was younger then, and hardier.) I made enough money at that job to buy a VCR. ( Read more... )