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Some days I sit and wish I was a kid again

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It’s Thursday night, and I’m drinking an absolutely not-classy large pour of wine with a plump golden retriever at my feet gnawing on a bone while watching the The Babysitters’ Club. In other words, I’m housesitting (dogsitting) and therefore I have access to channels like Encore WAM, which apparently plays the 80s and 90s flicks that no one ever thinks about anymore (Mannequin is on next).

The funny thing about watching these movies (the ones that shaped my childhood and adolescence, which is no exaggeration)  is that I always expect them to disappoint me, and instead I end up loving them all over again. 

The other day I told Mike that I wished I was the age I am now back in the 80’s. And while it’s easy to say I’m doing what every generation does — glamorizing the “good ‘ol days”  — I think it’s that I’m starting to realize just how much more suited I am for life 20 years ago than life today.

This is the era of extroverts, ‘winners’, and being as similar to everyone else as possible. Cool is cool. Back in my day (joking, but really), uncool was cool. It was the age of the underdog. Think: Clarissa Explains it All, Goonies, My Girl, Karate Kid, The Sandlot, My So-Called Life, Sixteen Candles, Flight of the Navigator. I could go on. Watch these again – they’re even better than you remember them. The weird kids were cool, and they were nice, too. Nice! Remember when nice was cool?!? And in the end, they always banded together to fight some greater evil (grown ups!), instead of, you know, each other. And if you’re friends with anyone on Facebook under the age of 20, then you know Mean Girls isn’t just a movie (and ‘slut’ is a compliment).  

And don’t even get me started on technology. I’ll take Tron, the original, over texting any day.


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June 17, 2010 at 10:49 pm

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What I Know Now

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Recently I started checking out The Happiness Project in an effort to become more conscious of ways that I can take control over my contentment (instead of allowing my circumstances to do that for me.) In the process, I stumbled across The Happiness Project Toolbox’s The Secrets of Adulthood.

The idea is this: keep track of the bursts of wisdom experience has brought into your life.

Since much of my blog has turned into me grappling with adulthood and mostly wishing I was still a kid, I thought it would be fun productive to apply this idea and make it a weekly feature. Ideally, it’ll become a way for me to recognize “growing up” as a good thing and actually appreciate the ways in which I’ve grown. And perhaps help those of you in the same boat, too. (Unless, you know, y’all are way more together than me, which is very possible.)

So here it goes:


You will not die of humiliation. Life will go on, days will pass, and you’ll have to suck it up (or pretend it never happened.)


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August 31, 2009 at 8:00 am

Retro Friday

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For your  viewing pleasure; if this is not an awesome way to start your weekend, I don’t know what is.  You know you’re a child of the 80’s when . . .


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August 28, 2009 at 12:21 pm

City Mouse

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Do you remember the children’s book The City Mouse and The Country Mouse? Neither did I, until this morning. Who could have guessed these life lessons from childhood would keep sneaking up on us?

This morning I met my next door neighbor for the first time. By next door, I mean the apartment that’s butted right up against ours, and by first time, I mean we’ve both lived in the building for almost a year and a half, and we’ve never encountered each other.

I know people have their own schedules and to be unaware of your neighbors is considered blissful city living, but I still find it incredibly strange you can share the same building with a person for months and months and never see them.

As it turns out, our neighbor is the nicest person in the building. Of course, I’m basing this solely on the two-minute completely superficial conversations I’ve shared with everyone. But she stood out. And I’ll probably never see her again.



It kind of makes me sad in a really cheesy way. See, I have this fantasy about living in a community where neighbors are friends. There’s pool parties and carpools and neighborly poker nights.  They have you for dinner, you bring them bundt cake, etc… A lot like how I picture the seventies, minus all the weirdness.

As it is, I can’t even ask my neighbors for the damn sugar to make the bundt cake.

Maybe I’m just a country mouse?

And by country I mean somewhere near civilization (read:Target), the ocean, and some decent restaurants.


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August 11, 2009 at 10:12 am

Some Days I Sit and Wish I Was a Kid Again

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It’s a hot day here in the city. Naturally, I’ve spent the morning being all whiny about it ’cause I”m a grass is always greener sort of girl—when it’s cold I want it hot, when it’s hot I can only think of cold.

Things on my mind: watermelon, smoothies, frozen bananas, and the classic Snoopy SnoCone Machine from my childhood.


This wee, tacky machine lived it’s life on the top of the shelves in my grandma’s kitchen my entire childhood. I’m pretty sure that every summer between 1987 and 1992 not a day went by when I didn’t beg my grandma or my parents to pull down the Snoopy SnoCone Machine and fulfill my icy dreams.

But, as was the case with my Easybake Oven, the answer was usually ‘no, it’s too much work.”

{Then why the hell did you buy me these awesome toys?!?! Just to taunt me??}

Even though I only ever ate maybe one actual sno cone from the Snoopy SnoCone Machine, it’s as dear to me as Super Soakers, Slip ‘n Slides, and all the other Summer joys of childhood. I think it’s still sitting up there, collecting dust since ’95.

At least, I hope so.

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August 10, 2009 at 11:18 am