We are busy packing and getting ready for our big family vacation trip. Every year the kids, my parents, and RB and I head out on a big adventure. This year will be my Dad's first trip to Hawaii, my Mom, RB and the kids second trip, and my third. We have rented a house on Oahu and are set for a big beach retreat in paradise. I can't wait. Between packing, cleaning, and pet maintenance I thought I would drop in here to say hello. Yesterday I got a blast from the past with some new comers to my myspace "friend" thingy. It has me thinking about school, my teen years, and life before parenting and marriage. So... I think just for entertainment we will have a flashback into my teen years. Let's go back to Nov. 1988~~~~~~~~~~
I am 15 years old, RB is just turning 16.... Randy got his drivers license today and we are all set for our first date. Randy is a tricky one. He is shy and quiet. Not like my usual boyfriend material. I normally date, uh, well... troublemakers? Is that a good term? Maybe. Bad boys. Randy is NOT a bad boy at all. He is a clean cut, good student, athlete, and "Good Boy" in every way. WHAT AM I GONNA DO WITH THIS GUY? Well, I will tell yah, not much. He picked me up and met my parents. This was my actual first "date". While I had been in cars with boys, and even "out" with boys... I had never been formally asked on a date nor, picked up at the door like this. We were both pretty nervous- we had talked on the phone for hour upon hour but had not really had any face to face conversations. Awkward. Very awkward.
We piled into his little yellow S-10 pickup and off we went. I have no recollection of the conversation. If I did remember it it would probably be so goofy I would be embarrassed. Have you ever read a note or diary from your younger days? Isn't it just scary how ignorant and lame you were? And you thought you were cool?
I do remember stopping at our tiny little convenience store (Stop-n-Shop) to get some oil for that truck and then we made it to the next nearly non-existent town of Rosser... and that little yellow truck broke down. DAMN. Our date that was supposed to end up at a restaurant in Ennis just became I walk through Rosser in the dark. Huh. This is unexpected and a little more awkward but I made the best of it with some joking, laughing, flirting and a lot of no big deals... I do remember quite vividly sitting by Randy across from Kevin Crady's (Randy's best friend) dad while waiting for his parents to come pick us up. Even more AWKWARD!!!!! Dead silence. Just sitting there, not talking, looking at Kevin's dad. Huh, funny.
I vaguely remember being picked up in the biggest damn car I had ever seen in my life... 1976 Oldsmobile Regency. My first experience in meeting RB's dad- he was not very happy- and the night ended with no kiss, no dinner, just the thud of one HUGE car door. DANG!
Needless to say it was the end of that night but not the romance. Many more encounters and dates would follow.
My Dad, the mechanic, would spend many coming months with RB fixing that little yellow truck. RB would get that truck running, while never quite finding his inner mechanic, and we would make many a trip in that little un-air conditioned sucker. (Remember, this is Texas and hot is REALLY hot! Triple digits and humidity are our hallmark of summer!) That is the story of how Randy became a part of our family... my parents and my brother LOVED him dearly ever since, as did I. His parents did not fall in love with me so easily:-) go figure. I think I have grown on them, maybe.
It's been one heck of a long, winding road... get togethers, first kiss, first sex, breakups, get back togethers, get engaged-- call it off 1,2,3,4,5X... and now married 10 years, 2 rings and 3 boys later. Somehow, it seems we got it all right in the end. WOW...
Who'd of thunk it?
I hope you enjoyed this little meander down my memory lane. Did I tell you the story of our first kiss already????
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