Skimming through old journals is basically a requirement of packing 101. I noticed all my journals pretty much go like this…
Jan 14th, 1996 Met this cute, funny guy Dave at a dinner party but he was wearing a weird leather vest and he’s kind of short. I hope he calls me.
Jan 18th, 1996 Why hasn’t Dave called?! I am SO bummed. I thought he really liked me.
Jan 19th, 1996 He called! We’re going roller blading and seeing a movie this weekend. I can’t wait. I have a really good feeling about Dave. I told him not to wear the vest.
March 14th, 1996 I’ve been seeing Dave for awhile now but I don’t know, he kind of annoys me sometimes.
March 23rd, 1996 Dave is history. He has this high pitched laugh and always use the faux word, “anywho.” It’s maddening.
April 2, 1996 Met this totally cute boy in my building named Scott. I really hope he calls…
So as you can see, I have an extensive written history of my 20’s except that it gives no insight whatsoever into my hopes and dreams and thoughts on the world. All you can really glean is that leather vests and the word “anywho” totally rubbed me the wrong way.
Meanwhile, I’ve been driving a lot around the city (I think it’s my subconscious way of preparing for the suburbs). So I’ve been listening to a great deal of pop radio. I’m totally digging Kelly Clarkson’s song “My Life Would Suck Without You.”
And I can’t help but bop along with 3OH!3’s “Don’t Trust Me.” The song is so catchy but the lyrics are so ridiculously offensive…
“Shoosh girl, shut your lips,
do the Helen Keller and talk with your hips.”
I mean, seriously.
Poor Helen Keller. That brilliant woman accomplished so much and she’s still being terrorized by musicians in the 21st century.
By the way, I now know that the band 3OH!3 is pronounced “three oh three” and is named after the Boulder/Denver area code.
I am going to blow away those Westchester moms with my musical coolness.
Anywho, I have to run and pack.
That word still totally bugs.
mama bird notes:
Each week, one mama bird reader will win a carton of ice cream (plus one pack of novelties from the Blue Bunny®menu) delivered to their door every month for a year! I know. It’s like a dream. Free ice cream for a whole freakin’ year. Or you can also opt for lighter options like low fat ice cream or frozen yogurt.
To enter this week, just leave a comment on this post and tell me your favorite flavor of ice cream and whether you and your spouse/boyfriend/girlfriend/dog/bestfriend/doorman like the same kind. As for me, my husband like chocolate. I like mint chocolate chip. But somehow we still make our relationship work. I don’t know how we do it.
Good luck ice cream lovers.