I miss Christmas time at home with my mom. The smell of cookies. The gaudy lights on every piece of shrubbery in the yard. The stupid wind up snowmen and santas. I miss her playing Manheim Steamroller Christmas, or her 60's era collection of Christmas records she'd play and sing along to. I miss the snow outside, and the bundling up to go out and smoke. I miss the warmth not just from the heat I felt when I was in the house around Christmas. The feeling of anticipation of what was under that tree for me. HOt cocoa, walking the dog and slipping an falling and hurting my ass...


I miss turning on the radio and hearing LIVE or Stone Temple Pilots. I miss turning on the TV and seeing Lisa Loeb and the nine stories video on MTV. I miss videos on MTV. I miss the grunge era, and my flannel shirts and guy's levis. Then I miss Nirvana. And I miss times together in basements. Then I just miss basements...


I miss the times shared with family. The time spent with friends. I miss holidays at school when we'd have special functions and we'd all be so excited for them.

I miss being excited before my sports games. Before basketball, at the warm up, sizing up the other girls, or in track when we'd all be acting a fool in the bleachers before our event.

I miss the innocence of back then, when I didn't have worries like electric bills and jobs. I miss being "bad" and hiding in friends garages with gravity bongs and pints of liquor. The only thing I do now that's "Bad" is the occasional night where I finish an entire bottle of wine myself while watching Sex in the City re-runs or possibly the new Will and Grace.

I miss waiting a week for the new FRIENDS episodes. I miss them.

I miss sleeping in on Saturdays.