Okay, I admit it...

I really like Folger's French Vanilla coffee.

I am such a coffee hound, I will drink anything that is hot and black. (my husband wasn't amused when I once said I like my coffee just like Dennis Haysbert...)

So, given that I've not been known to turn my java nose up at anything, I suppose that my credibility is not very good - I like fine coffee, I like Starbucks coffee, I like mediocre coffee, and when I'm desperate, I'll even drink disgustingly thick and strong coffee...but I really, really REALLY like this Folgers French Vanilla. I think I might draw the line at monkey poop coffee, though, even if Oprah likes it.

My favorite flavor is actually amaretto, which is the main reason I go to Wegman's. My second favorite flavor is Green Mountain's Wild Mountain Blueberry - I know, I know...blueberry coffee? Yes! It's surprisingly delicious and wonderful for after dinner.

There was no real point to this blog, but I felt it had to be said.

*sipping my French vanilla Folgers...*

Wallenpaupack Class of 1987 Reunion Coming Up

Funny how your perspective changes in 20 years. Funny how old I feel, talking about "20 years ago."

If I've said it once, I've said it a hundred times: not for a mint of money would I go back to high school. While I was there, I felt imprisoned. I would skip school whenever I could (my mother was not very strict). I had only a small handful of friends. On graduation day, I had such a big smile, and I scorned all those silly girls crying...I was estatic! I could not wait to wipe the Wally High dust off my feet...Yet, here I am, looking forward to the reunion. I can't wait to see everyone and see who's grown up...maybe cultivate some new friendships. I'm a lot heavier than I was back then. Oh well.

The fact that it is going to be held at Ehrhardt's certainly helps. Good food, great atmosphere, nice view of the lake. My best friend Cindy and I are leaving our husbands with the kids and going together.

I wish that girls had gone to the prom together back in 1987 without being suspected of being gay. I didn't have a date for either the junior year or the senior year prom. I remember being mad at my friend Paul for not taking me, because he said he couldn't go listen to that non-Christian music. (so I end up marrying a guy who hates non-Christian music....go figure...).

Rich Cetta set up a website for the reunion - it's pretty cool, and I even posted an entry in the blog.

So, here's to you, Class of '87. I'm looking forward to meeting up with you again. 20 years does a lot to wipe away the sting of unpleasant memories, and you can now look back and say...dang. I'm old.