Life is too short to sweat the small stuff...

Life is too short to sweat the small stuff...

I know my title is so cliché. I couldn't think of a better truth. I have been trying to write about my class reunion last weekend. I wanted to write about how I stressed myself out about the 4-inch heels I had planned to wear, how I was happy to fit an outfit I wore to a Christmas party in 2008 and how I managed to put on mascara without sneezing or poking myself in the eye. But I found I couldn't write about those woman to woman details. They all seemed insignificant.

Every time I think about last weekend I get teary eyed. I saw classmates who I had not seen since we graduated. The guy who was behind me in our 1988 graduation ceremony was sitting right next to me in church last Sunday. 

After losing a dear classmate in May to cancer, the reunion was put together by four of our classmates. Within weeks of the funeral we had an itinerary for a reunion weekend. It was just wonderful seeing so many people come out. All the things I was worried about prior to going were no longer a concern. 

We had a candle-lighting tribute to the five classmates we have lost since graduation. It was hard to keep tears in and mascara in tact while I thought about friends I know with "a diagnosis" and classmates who may not be around when we all come together again. 

Okay now that I dropped that emotional load on you, I feel lighter for sharing... 

Here's the thing... yeah life is too short to sweat the small stuff but I sure couldn't bring myself to speak to my 11th grade Chemistry teacher. Sorry Mr. C - you were MEAN! 


My mom took this picture of us as we were leaving. Once a Marine always a Marine. Retired Papa Bear is standing like he's in uniform.  At least mom got a partial smile. 

Me and my high school BFF. We have been friends since 9th grade Spanish class. We were in class with 11th and 12th graders. Her Spanish name was Terrisita, mine was still Kenya. My earliest memory of us is being the only two in class on Senior cut day.

Someone produced a video pictorial and put it on YouTube. This is actually a screenshot from that video.  

These were the Plan A. They have been returned. I'll never stand 4 inches high again; it's just not my style no matter how cute...   

These were the Plan A. They have been returned. I'll never stand 4 inches high again; it's just not my style no matter how cute... 

 

I was one of three classmates who had answered the most high school trivia questions on Facebook. I was so glad I didn't have to walk and accept this award in my Plan A shoes.

I was one of three classmates who had answered the most high school trivia questions on Facebook. I was so glad I didn't have to walk and accept this award in my Plan A shoes.

Plan B: These are the 3-inch keepers. My feet never hurt and I wore them to church on Sunday. I swear I had no other black shoes in my closet that would work. Ok I don't swear. 

Plan B: These are the 3-inch keepers. My feet never hurt and I wore them to church on Sunday. I swear I had no other black shoes in my closet that would work. Ok I don't swear. 

Self Inflicted PMS...

Self Inflicted PMS...

Man to Man...

Man to Man...

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