25 years... 1 weekend and 2 minutes...

I'm going to start this post with song lyrics... it's from the play Rent. 

Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes
Five hundred twenty five thousand moments so dear
Five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?

In daylights, in sunsets
In midnights, in cups of coffee
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife
In five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes
How do you measure, a year in the life?

This past weekend I went back to my college - Slippery Rock University.  (yes, really - go google it) 

The drastic changes on campus weren't such a shock as Bubba and I had gone back last year for his 25th reunion.. but this year with it being my 25th, spending the day with the two women who made that expereince all it was... brought me back to so many emotions. 

99% of them were good memories, we had a great day, we laughed, we talked, we remembered all the stupid things you do in college... and then at the end of that day - we hugged, and parted ways.  That is when the 1% kicked in.  We live far apart, but thankfully in this digital age we can stay in touch fairly easily.  We can update each other on major milestones in our lives... but I can't hop in my car drive down the street and see them. I can't take a sugar and water to them when life was handing them lemons, and yet, it is as if those years didn't go by so quickly, we remembered, shared, laughed, loved and it was as if we'd seen each other just last month.  (well in one case it was a few weeks -- but still) ;-)

I don't know why I got so emotional on Sunday.  I got that way on Saturday night but I was too tired from the day to give in - I just went to bed.  Sunday driving home from PA, I just lost it.  Freaked Bubba out, but good.  I couldn't explain to him why I was such a mess, I just was... it's a chick thing deal; get over it.  Read your book and let me have my moment.

I did, it passed, I've gotten up and gone to work and managed to lead a productive life. 

But Wednesday for some reason (medical panic brain I think) I got this post started and felt those emotions again.  Perhaps because those college years were good, a very small apartment, Moms providing regular groceries, the rare cooked meal, the size or two smaller pants, then on the other size of that coin... with 25 more years under my belt, heaven help me I think I'm smarter, wiser. 

I do know that I am not the twit I was then -- some of the decisions I made were idiotic.  But you live through them, or go around them and look back and say -- cripes with the heck WAS I thinking???  LOL

So today, remember a friend you haven't seen in a while, drop them a note, be it digital or the old fashioned kind.  Just to say you're thinking of them, remember something great and put those positive vibes out into the world... we can all use them.

Stay tuned - later today we'll detail medical panic brain's entrance into my day, and Bubba's response to the in-law invasion...

(see not all navel gazing...)