Hehe there is my usual nightly MSN name when I am working.
I was sitting the last 2 hours editing through my chapter of 'gracious hostess' for my thesis... now Im sitting on the stool and trying to read my handwriting scribbled between lines when I suddenly leaned in close enough to be able to tell what music was surrepticiously playing from my headphones under the desk. "Ghostbusters"!! I started singing and just wiggling all over - love those little surprises that life can throw your way.
That movie had been my favorite when I was little. I can remember planting myself in front of the TV for a long day of ghostbuster watching. I would play, hit rewind, and play again. Over and over, until someone else wanted to see something. I guess it was probably a good babysitter. I had grandiose dreams of marrying Peter Venkman and dressing like Dana Barrett. I loved the movie and I obsessed about it like a 5-6 year old only can.
This wasn't the same love I had for Mr. Rogers... or yes, even Michael Jackson (the pre-'scary' version). Oh yes, I even stacked my books the way the ghost librarian did in the movie.
But, that childhood is gone, but the love of the movie is still there. I watched it with D a couple weeks ago and I found myself still laughing and dreaming. Ah, got to love the 80s.
Sunday, March 05, 2006
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