So, this is my first attempt at a post. I feel a bit overwhelmed like when I walk down the Scrapbooking aisle at Michaels. I know I start with the paper and find some pictures but then what? Do I start at the beginning of time? Do I start at the beginning of my time? Do I start in the 60's? 70's? 80's, 90's or 2008 as I technically was alive/am alive (thank God) for all of them.
When I talk to "scrappers" they say start with the most recent time and go back or go forward from there. But still the aisles are piled high with cutesy posts/papers/stickers/pictures/sayings in red, blue, green, pink. Will this match with that? I'm so unworthy..... Can I pay someone to do my blog or is that a bad thought. I know, once I get going your going to want to shut me up but what else can I do. I have a blogger friend and she keeps pushing me to do this. I think it would almost be like therapy. I guess I will take it one day at a time.
Once again, I'm not prepared. My motherboard took a flying leap and I have like 10 pictures on my computer. I guess this one will have to work and it probably was in the 70's at my Cousin Beth's house. I'm the cute one with the number 88 on my shirt, Beth is in the crazy stripped shirt and her Cousin Stella is the one holding us. My Mom and Dad used to drive to see Uncle Bill and Aunt Betty her parents and together they had some awesome parties. I remember there was a bar in the basement with a tiki light. Even back then, tiki lights were hip. Beth and I used to play Donny Osmond in the basement, I loved "Go Away Little Girl" while Beth would belt out "Puppy Love" After a few hours we would leave for our 1 hour trip home. I remember sleeping in the back of the "Racing Station Wagon" and 1/2 way through our trip my Mom would yell at the top of her lungs "wake up, there is the Flying Horse". 
It was always such a trill to see the "Flying Horse". In addition to loving Donny Osmond, I loved horses. I remember every birthday, every Christmas, every time my parents had a little partying under their belt I would ask for a horse. One time I was across the street and my Mom called up for me stating she had a present for me. The only thing I ever wanted was a horse so I asked "is it a horse". Why of course it is, its a nice white one. I ran home and was so excited to have a horse of my own. Barrelling through the door I was so happy, I finally had a horse. When I asked them where the horse was, they presented me with a white horse, flowing mane. I started to cry as it really was a plastic horse from around the neck of a bottle of White Horse Scotch Whiskey. Sigh, another broken heart.
