If you are wondering who that is. It is me. My little cousin came to visit yesterday.

She goes to the junior high I went to. I told her I’m an alum. Class of 1998. Telling her about the El Nino winter. That my junior high didn’t have any shelter for us to eat under. We shivered in the rain under a covered patio area. I got so hearty for going there. I know they were California winters. But about 2 years or so after graduating I could get by not wearing a heavy coat in the winter until like 2000.

She says a police office comes to her school and tells them not to vape and do edibles. I was trying to explain to her what DARE was. Or about how hard it was to get things in the 90s. Drugs and pornography.

I’m not like those annoying people I sort of worked with who complained I didn’t talk. Those people would talk to their own shadow if they could. I think they just liked hearing their own voice or something. Plus I didn’t complain that she didn’t talk much.

Watched Bzzz today. Now that I look at it with today’s eyes I realize how sexist and racist it was. Oh well I can still enjoy the dated fashion. Shiny shirts and platform shoes. I did enjoy this program when I was in junior high. Show how much I knew about the world back then. Stupid me!