From Jeans to Nostalgia

It's pretty sad when the highlight of any given day for me is that I get to wear jeans to work tonight. But I have to say that I do love my jeans.

I take fairly simple pleasure in life. Give me a semi-decent job, a little school, good food to eat, some music, and jeans to wear, and I'm all set. Well, maybe I'm a littlemore complicated than that. I'd also like to add to that senario Dan and my cat...Possibly a nice comfy couch as well.

I miss my childhood sometimes. All the fun I had growing up in Burnaby and Nanaimo...When the biggest worry I had was cleaning my room. Well, truth be told, I still seem to have an issue with keeping my room clean. Sometimes it seems like the only time I get around to it is for special occasions. But I digress...

Some of my earliest memories are of our duplex in Burnaby. As I remember it, we had a big front yard where I would make mud pies in a little puddle that always formed after the rain. The back yard was equally huge to my 6 year old mind, and it contained a swing set that my sisters and I would play surprisingly complicated games on that I wouldn't be able to explain in a blog.

I remember the set up of our split level duplex and the bedroom I shared with Bonnie and Robyn...And Bonnie being the evil child that would chase me around the house in a big circuit because she was able to walk and bite at a frighteningly young age. I also remember convincing Robyn to pretend she was a robot and clean our room for us. And the time the three of us plus a long lost friend got locked into a room because the door latch was broken.

I remember Inman Elementary where I was a Munchkin in the school play, "The Wizard of Oz" and how that school was painted in the most hideous combination of colours shortly before we moved to the Island. Strangely, I don't remember the colours, I just remember thinking they were ugly.

I remember moving to Nanaimo and being sad that I was leaving my best friend, Laura behind. We tried to be pen pals, but eventually the letters stopped coming and going and I haven't heard from her since I was 8 or 9. I remember Peartree Meadows, and all the new friends I made there. And how I ran into some of these people later on in life.

Yup...That's my life...Ah Nostalgia, what would we do with out you?