Friday, November 9, 2012

I remember when...

I wore underoos and swung from the Magnolia trees on South Trenton with Beau Holly & Phil, had something similar to a beehive and acrylic nails at prom with a cool older guy that drove me in his Dad’s car instead of a limo like everyone else, I called myself a duchess & dressed up fancy with my friends to drink tea (yes, we were in high school), was chased by a man with a knife/ fern down a hill at sand dune park, lived above a place where all the NYC hot dog carts were stored, walked 2 blocks to the beach everyday during summer with my parents, was given too many at home perms by my mother, thought costco was lame (boy was I wrong), was selected to be on the Bullocks Teen Board and modeled in fashion shows at the department store, rode the metro with Mia to downtown LA and couldn't get back so we just ate a bunch of mexican candy, retired my blanksy (baby blanket), I cared what others thought of me, stayed at the fanciest most expensive hotel EVER in Napa for Mia’s bachelorette, talked in a New Jersey accent for an entire year of high school, wore overalls, cast my first movie of the week about an African American girl in a hair contest (good one!), was sooo shy, plagiarized Hillary Clinton's speech and recited it at my high school graduation, I thought it was ultra hip to wear a cowboy hat at the pool, would ride my bike to elementary school because I was 300 pounds (actually it was because my Mom said it would clear the cobwebs out of my head), decided it was a good idea to pierce my tongue, was embarrassed to go to Target and garage sales with my Mom, almost had my purse stolen by Mean Marcello on my NYC stoop, smashed my foot into my cabbage patch kid birthday cake when my mom slammed on the brakes minutes before my 8th birthday party, shared a room with Beau - we played super mario bros & duck hunt a lot, always had to be the "Mom" when Emily and I played house, was funny, was the star of every high school plays (not to brag or anything), almost killed my Siamese kitten with a dose of flea medicine meant for a large dog, could cry on cue thanks to UCSB theatre department, only drank Dr. Pepper, picked up some guys on the side of the road and had them paint my apartment (didn’t go so hot), wanted to be a kindergarten teacher, spent every waking second with Danielle & John Cooke at Telepictures, had large hot pink streaks in my hair, saw my Mom cry with joy and jump up and down as my Dad turned onto our new street in California in a Ryder truck (we moved to CA a few weeks before him), floated above myself thanks to Madeleine, couldn't make a move without talking to Mia Danielle and my Mom, had courage to give a eulogy at my Grandma’s funeral, came home from NYC with a keloid on my shoulder (the doctor said it was from playing soccer), was obsessed with cows in 5th grade & at my manhattan beach going away party all my friends gave me cow loot, pretended to be a Janet Jackson backup dancer to get into the Viper Room (and it worked), sang 'I see your true colors' loudly with a Russian girl in the back of a cab, took the host while chewing gum in church on Easter (and then spit it out much to the shock & horror of the onlooking catholics), made an appearance on the local morning news showing off my gift wrapping skills, got caught in the biggest ice storm ever in Tulsa where the power was out for a week, ran out of a gas on sunset and got the finger from everyone, posed with a dead fish for a photo shoot, knew the words to the TLC song 'No Scrubs' (so did Lauren), cried when the “7th Heaven” theme song would come on AND I remember a time when I didn't have a blog (actually I don't remember that time. I have blocked it out.)!!!!

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

You have blocked WHAT out? You blocking anything out is a contradiction to the detailed remembrance you have just shared...a veritable medley of life experiences(and observations) that have melded together and made such a special young lady.