party like it's 1989

No, the title is not a typo. I had the opportunity to go to a party tonight themed around the marvelous 80's. I love the eighties is not just the title of a VH1 series; it is truly how I feel. Not only did we celebrate the eighties with music and trivia, we also dabbled in a bit of karaoke.

My great friend Jennifer Curry (JC) and I, really rocked out to many great eighties songs. My favorites were the fast ones because we could use our saweeeet dance moves like the running man, the Roger Rabbit, the MC Hammer, and many more to compliment our howling along with the accordion-style music in the background.

I have neglected to mention the attire for the evening purposely because I was saving the best for last. Among other things, I observed crimped hair and wings, units belts and alternating sock colors. I was decked out in an Ocean Pacific shirt that widened at the bottom and had tails at the bottom of the back side. I had high feathered bangs, blue eye shadow, flavored peach-colored lip-gloss, thick blue eyeliner, plastic and cloth bracelets, a ring watch, a half side pony tail, French rolled jeans, alternating pink and blue socks, and tennis shoes. I also sported a lavender units belt and braided cloth headband. I was fortunate enough to tie for second place in the costume competition. I won an 80's workout record - complete with booklet that shows poses of the exercises.

All I can say is that Kathy Pollock throws one mean party. This one I shall ne'er soon forget.

my last few hours of freedom

This is it. My last day of freedom is steadily coming to a close. I have really tried to take full advantage of these last few moments of solitude. In fact, I just finished the first chapter in my autobiography this evening. It is quite possible that this chapter will be the only one I ever write, but I hope to complete it someday. I'll just have to wait and see what my grad classes are like with the new professor we're getting. The anticipation is killing me.

Hope this post finds you all doing well. I will talk to you all in about nine months. :)

The 3nd Anniv. of my 25th Birthday

Well today with my trustee pre-teen crew about me, I set out to celebrate my birthday which is coming up at the end of the week. Up until last year I think it had been about 11 years since I last celebrated the day of my birth. I believe I may have actually posted about last year's celebration early on in the life of my blog. That was one incredible day at Incredible Pizza.

"What could possibly top such an incredible time as had by all three in attendance last year?" is the resounding question on all of your minds I am certain. The answer to that is...Frontier City. So before the alarm had a chance to rip me from my too short of a night's sleep this morning, I was awakened by the sound of my phone vibrating from an eager parent. As I pulled myself out of couch (for that is where I slept last night), I started plotting how I could shorten the day for us because I knew I would not make it for 10+ hours with three pre-teen girls and a third grader at a theme park.

However, the day FLEW by. There were several memorable moments - most of which will not be addressed in this post. The first I can recall is when the child running the log ride serenaded us with a Backstreet Boy's song which one of the girls absolutely swooned over. This promptly prompted the pre-teen girls to devise a plan to "hook Miss Rainey up" with him. Despite my insistence that I was nearly old enough to be his mother, they were not to be dissuaded. Luckily, six trips down the big log flume hill later, Duncan (yes the girls were on a first-name basis with him) switched out with another teenage worker. Being glad that part of the day was over, we headed across the park.

Wouldn't you know that a few rides later we ran into Duncan who was now manning the bumper cars. While waiting for our turn to get on the bumper cars, the crew asked Duncan how old he was. Reluctantly (for their sake or mine I'm still unsure), he answered that he was in his twenties. As he walked away from that encounter the girls insisted he was the man for me. After explaining to them that although I was still sure I was very much his senior, even if he were close enough to my age, I didn't plan on dating a grown man who worked at Frontier City. To which they responded, "This could be his second job." They think of everything.

On our (or should I say their?) next encounter with Duncan, they got it out of him that he was 21 years old. When I gave them a definitive "no" for too much of an age gap Duncan proceeded to question why that was too much of an age difference. I did not dignify that with a response. He then proceeded to grab my hand and hold onto it on several occasions spouting cheesy rhetoric such as, "It's been a pleasure," etc. You can imagine the thrill that gave the matchmaking wannabees.

If that wasn't enough, when we went to McDonald's for supper, they were even more impressed when I was hit upon by the eighteen year old cashier who insisted upon making a new batch of sweet tea for me himself. After taking my seat around the corner, the girls returned to the counter to ask him how old he was. When he replied that he was eighteen all but one of the girls lied and said he was twenty-nine. When I started to load up in my car after we finished our meal, they decided to tell this young man that their teacher said, "What's up?" He told them to tell me, "What's up?" Is that a perfect match or what? Myself and the eighteen year old McDonald's cashier who doesn't seem to be all that bothered by the fact that I was born a decade before him. Hmmm.

Although I hold no hope for being paired up with anyone by any of my students ever (the list of their prospects for me is so long now it makes me a wee bit weary), the fact that two very young and - I must admit attractive - fellows hit on me despite the fact that I am turning 28 years old at the end of this week holds a bit of a thrill for me. No one ever hit on me when I was 18, 21 or anywhere in between, so the fact that as I grow older this happens frequently may either mean these kids are sick boys who have an Oedipus complex, or I'm just sick for being so flattered by it. Maybe it's a little bit of both...

I would like to add, for the record, I love being in my late twenties. This is the best time in my life without contest thus far. Everthing I say about the anniversaries of my birthdays is merely in jest.