Really don't remember much; I THINK this is when my mom was working on her Master's Thesis, so weekends with Dad became a huge part of our lives. Dad took us out to eat; roller skating; and best of all, to the movies. I think we might have seen The Pink Panther Strikes Again and The Shaggy D.A.
We were all trying to learn The Bus Stop dance, and rumors were going around about the new film, Saturday Night Fever, and the fact you could see John Travolta naked in it. Since I loved him as Vinnie Barbarino in Welcome Back Kotter, I wanted to see it, but as it was rated 'R', I knew I'd have to wait until it was broadcast on TV the following year. Which meant, I wouldn't see him naked after all.
The airwaves began to buzz with the soundtrack to the movie, which my father announced Barry Gibb sounded like a 'skinny black guy holding his nose while singing'. My sister and I were incensed!
"Barry Gibb is AWESOME!"
I think it was around this same time we found 'Captain Kool and the Kongs' at 11am every Saturday. We all wanted to SuperChick, and we also acted out Electro Woman and Dyna Girl:)
We were also glued to the TV every night for Roots:)
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My laptop has been fixed (again!), and sometime today, MS Word will be reinstalled, after a year's absence! Turns out daughter knows the guy, and we had a great time talking while he ran scans and showed me how to clean it up every weekend.
Grandkids will be returning home on Sunday; we've actually had a good week with them. Will also start taking down our Christmas decorations (finally!).
Temps have dropped into the teens, and we finally got snow yesterday morning. I did NOT go to karaoke last night, opting instead to stay home and watch the 1st two episodes of SE 4 Game of Thrones.
Today, I'm making the final two batches of chocolate chip cookies (finally tally was about 7 doz each of M&M, Choc. Chip, Winter Chip, and Oatmeal Raisin), which should come to about 6-7 dozen.
Sad news for our Class of 1984: Mr. Skibinski, who taught Math, passed away last week (I had World History with his son Joe, who was a year behind me), and Craig Clifton, whom I last saw at a mini-reunion in 2012, passed away last night. Apparently, he'd had heart issues the past few years. Craig was a wonderful guy to be around; full of fun and a great singing voice. I will always remember him carrying Debbie Fritton's purse at the bar after the reunion, proving that Real Men CAN carry purses!