The 80's

Time to confess ladies, Jake Ryan is still on your top 5 list (I even own an "I heart Jake Ryan" t-shirt, thanks to my dear friend Tess, that I absolutely adore and cherish).

So, what is it about the 80's that puts a smile on my face and a swing in my hips (as a side note: hips currently shaking to "We Got the Beat" by the darling GoGo's)? Is it the realization that I am now someone's mother (and I could just eat up my handsome son in all his cuteness)? A longing for the days of a more simple time when the only major decision I had to make was how many Swatch watches to wear on my left arm (please do not bring back what I consider the worst fashion decade of all time)? Whatever! All I know is how much fun I had last weekend regurgitating every single line (if I was not crying with laughter - Joan Cusack trying to drink from the water fountain is priceless) while watching "Sixteen Candles" and turning into putty during the "make a wish" scene - much to Wayne's delight since he now has yet another colorful characteristic of mine to add to his "Kelly is crazy" list. How is it that I can remember every line from this classic (yes, I said it, classic) movie and cannot remember my own cell number?

Update: iPod now playing "Red, Red Wine." Now, this song brings back some memories, memoreis I will not share with my parents or my son! Oh my, I am now that parent hiding her past from her children and painting a picture of absolute perfect Southern charm and manners.

Well, off to continue my very cool 80's jam session and burn a few post-preggie calories - bathing suit weather is quickly approaching and I would just die if Harry confused me with our blow up whale float. Now that would increase my spicy Bloody Mary consumption!