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Kokomo

When I was younger and throwing a hissy fit, there were two things that calmed me down.

The first was a VHS tape of Michael Jackson’s Concert at Budapest that my parents recorded from VH1.  They popped it in, I shut the hell up.

The second was also a VHS tape of the Beach Boys video “Kokomo”, also recorded from either VH1 or MTV.

For whatever reason this morning, I watched this video, and I was taken back.  By the music, but the old cocktail footage, by UNCLE JESSE IN A PINK TANK TOP PLAYING DRUMS.

First of all–he has always been hot.  I love him–still–always.  I think John Stamos in this video was the cause of my sexual awakening.  Well, that might be a little exaggerated.  It was the moment that I realized I really liked boys–even greasy ones with pink tank tops.  Gimme a break, it was the ’80s.

Anyway, here’s the video.  Happy nostalgia!

 
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Posted by on June 26, 2012 in When I Was Young

 

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NOSTALGIA – Nano Babies

I had a Nano Baby.  All my cousins had Nano Babies.  And we loved those damn things.

We fed them, cleaned up after them, and took care of them until they were 3 years old.  And then the game started over.  Here’s what I remember about Nano Babies:

  • There were GigaPets, Tamagotchis, and Nano Babies.  Nano Babies were my favorite.
  • The sex of the Nano Baby changed each time you reset it.  Then you got to name it.
  • I named every single boy Nano Baby JTT, Jonathan, Taylor, Thomas, Jonny, etc.  You see where I’m going with this.
  • I named the girl Nano Babies after the Baby-Sitters Club:  Stacey, Claudia, MaryAnne, Dawn…but never Mallory or Kristi.
  • If you were mad at your cousin, you’d press the circle and square buttons simultaneously to reset the  game and “kill” their baby.  (Many tears were shed over early Nano Baby death.)
  • When Nano Babies pooped, it left a big steaming pile on the screen and the baby crawled around it till you cleaned it up (surprisingly close to real life).
  • The graphics on Nano Babies made them all look like lil blobs.
  • If you didn’t “start” your baby at the right time, its sleep schedule would be off and you’d be up all night feeding the damn thing so it didn’t die overnight (again, surprisingly close to real life).
  • You freaked out if you had your Nano Baby on your backpack or you left it in your locker and couldn’t get to it.
  • Nano Babies got sick, and then they were even more of a pain in the ass.

Mostly, I remember that I loved that damn thing.  I wish I could find it.  Anyone want to give me theirs?  I’ll trade you a bag of candy and two weeks’ allowance.  🙂

 
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Posted by on June 21, 2012 in 1990's Nostalgia, When I Was Young

 

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Reliving Xanga. Um…what?

I don’t know if it was the wine.  I don’t know if it was my blog stats.  I don’t know if it was a Facebook post or what that triggered it, but I wondered how my Xanga was–the Xanga I started in 2002.

And oddly enough, I remembered my username and password on the first try.  Then OH MY GOD.  If you were reading my Facebook posts last night, you know where this is going.  That’s right–into a time warp nostalgia crackhead place.  Ho. Lee.  Shit.

I was so emo!  “I’m so depressed.”  “I want to be in a mausoleum.”  “Why is life so hard?”

…wow.

It was so cool to have a Xanga back in the day.  So cool.  🙂  I think of it now as my pre-blog.  But Lord…was it terrible.  I wrote some terrible poetry.  I spelled things the British way.  I complained a lot…

Well, here.  You can see for yourself.

 
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Posted by on May 16, 2012 in Daily Happenings

 

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HOW TERRIFYING (read: Stupid Alarmists)

Hello to all the Alarmist Helicopter parents out there.  How are you?  Oh, you’re stressed out?  What happened?  Let me guess–your kid got some mud under her fingernails…or she played on a playground without something soft for her to land on should she take a tumble.

I feel like Sue Sylvester would have a lot to say about this.

KIDS ARE KIDS!  Not porcelain.  Unless you’re “Kurt” from Glee, and let’s be honest–he’s pretty amazingly tough.  Kids are tough, and they’re bouncy and bendable and they do not need to be coddled 100% of the time.

I came across this article today containing photos of kids doing what kids should be doing.  Games that are considered–by today’s standards–dangerous and terrifying!  All photos are property of Getty Images as published on the Daily Mail’s website.  

Helicopter Mom: "Basketball on roller skates? You'll crack your head open!"

Only two on the teeter-totter at once? What fun is that?

This looks like a fark of a lot of fun.

I don't know what this thing is...but I feel like I would have had a lot of fun on it.

Fighting is a part of life. Builds character, and makes you much less of a wimp.

What if she falls? She'll laugh, get up, and do it again.

I don't know what this is...but I'm buying my kids one.

Cool parents actually get on and ride along.

I recall the jungle gym/monkey bars. My favorite part of recess.

Remember, parents.  Kids are bendy.  They’re not going to break.  And if they do, God forbid they get to wear a super cool cast on their right forearm for a few months and have all their little friends sign it and be the envy of the entire school.

 
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Posted by on April 19, 2012 in Raising My Youngins

 

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Return to College

Tonight, I’m going to my college roommate’s house in my college town to drink like I used to drink…in college.  🙂

 
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Posted by on April 13, 2012 in Daily Happenings

 

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Holy Billboard Hits and Huge Waves of Nostalgia

Remember my musical rants in which I complained that music didn’t mean anything to me anymore?

Well, this means something to me.  At least the first 20 minutes do.  (Yes, it’s a 30 minute music clip).

It’s 5-10 seconds of every Billboard hit from 1993-2011.  Listen to it and tell me it doesn’t make you feel all nostalgic for the 1990’s.

 
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Posted by on March 14, 2012 in Daily Happenings

 

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My Music Conundrum

I watch sitcoms and see people dancing around the kitchen to music while they cook.  I had a roommate that used to listen to music while she cleaned.  My boyfriend listens to music when he washes his/my car.  I have friends who are obsessed with music.

But me?  Music does not move me.  And that scares the crap out of me.

It used to.  It really did.  I’m not saying I had the best taste in music, but there was a time that I could throw in my Hanson CDs and be happy listening for hours.  The same goes for the Backstreet Boys, and even N’Sync, but I have to blame this on being a teeny bopper.  It wasn’t the music I loved…but rather the boys who sang it.

Throughout high school and early into college, I blared Bon Jovi wherever I went.  I still like the music, and I still like the band, but when I get in the car to drive those long two hours to Mike, I never want to listen to Bon Jovi.

Between college and now, it’s just been country music that I listen to casually.  There have only been a few songs that make me think back to certain times or situations.

Maybe that’s my problem?  I no longer link music to moments…

I remember listening to “I’m Like a Bird” by Nelly Furtado every day on my way to tan before senior prom.  Because of that, it is forever sunny when that song plays.

And when I hear “Wanted Dead or Alive” by Bon Jovi, I think of driving over the bridge in Fremont with my car packed with my guy friends all singing at the top of their lungs with me.

If Garth Brooks starts singing “Shameless” or Reba McIntyre comes on with “Fancy”, I think of my Jenny…and that fleet of firefighters we seduced with flasks at the Goat and Compass.

But there is not an album or a genre that I can put on, sit back, and enjoy.  I wish it weren’t so.  Lately I’ve been listening to folk, and really enjoying the folk from overseas…but I do not long for it in the car.

I want music that hits home with me and I can’t find it.  If you can help me out of my musical conundrum (Fowler, Harden, the Blairs, etc.), please do.  I am stuck, and a world without music truly sucks.

 
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Posted by on February 10, 2012 in Daily Happenings

 

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A Power Hour…on Twitter? And a New Roseanne Friend!

It’s true.  Power Hours no longer have to be experienced in a dirty sticky dorm room with Natural Light cans falling to the ground every few minutes.  Power Hours have taken to the interwebs!  Last night, I experienced something wonderful–my first Power Hour via Twitter.

I did Power Hours all the time in college.  For those of you who have no idea what I’m talking about, a Power Hour is an hour in which you take a shot of beer every consecutive minute for an hour.  This is usually timed to a CD of 1-minute snippets of 60 songs pieced together.

Since college, though, I’ve only done a few Power Hours.  My darling old roommate Kay and her husband Matt still do Power Hours on a regular basis and this makes me proud.

My friend Mike created a Twitter handle specifically for the purpose of Power Hours on Twitter, and about 5 of us got online last night to partake.  I have to say that I miss these people from college terribly.  It was so nice to be able to sneak a case of Natty Light in a backpack (remember, Ashland University is “dry”) up the stairs to the dorm rooms or the frat house and hunker down with your friends (which is something you should do if you are currently attending or plan to attend AU).

I was introduced (via Twitter, of course) to a woman named Kendal.  In the process of the Power Hour, Mike asked what song was playing for each of us.

I answered that I was not, in fact, listening to a CD, but rather watching Roseanne.  Simultaneously, Kendal said the same thing.  She, like me, does not have cable and watches all 9 seasons of Roseanne on repeat.  Just.  Like.  Me.

The world stopped for a few seconds.  With her on Season 2, Disc 1, and me on Season 8, Disc 2, I knew that something spectacular had happened.

Kay, Kendal, and I are going to have to get together and watch Roseanne.  There have to be drinking games to Roseanne, right?  Oh wait, here‘s one!

 
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Posted by on January 20, 2012 in Daily Happenings, Domesticity

 

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Back to Ashland

Lately, I’ve had an intense desire to return to Ashland University.

I feel like I’m looking for something…and something tells me it’s down in Ashland.  It’s like the thing I’m looking for is something that I’ve long since forgotten since my time there.  Something I had there, KNEW there, but I don’t know anymore.  I’ve forgotten something.

But what have I forgotten?  And why have I forgotten it?

Is it because there are no trees here in Brunswick to climb?  Or the fact that if I did, people would probably report me?  Tree-climbing is much more forgivable on a campus.

Is it because I don’t live across the hall from people I love and trust?

Is it because there is no plan once I leave work?  Because Wal-Mart is too far away just to go to for the fun of it?

Is it because everything was undetermined?

Is it because I was meeting new people every day?

What have I forgotten?  And how do I remember?

I feel that this will be an endless series of questions unless I go to Ashland.  Walk around.  Remember what it was to be there and what state of mind I was in.  Something is missing…it almost feels as though I’ve lost my thumb and the ability to put it on anything to pin it down and figure it out.

Ashlanders, do you know what I’m talking about?  Have you remembered what I’ve forgotten?

 
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Posted by on September 28, 2011 in Daily Happenings

 

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Adult Summer

Do you know what adult summer means?

FARKING NOTHING!  It means nothing.  There isn’t some huge long break to look forward to anymore.  You can still stay out late at bonfires and concerts, but you’re going to be dragging ass at work in the morning.

So for now, I will remember kid/teen summers:

Cartoons in the morning
The sweet “ooh OOH ooh ooh ooh” of the mourning doves
Bologna sammiches on white bread
Running through the sprinkler
Catching lightning bugs
Sneaking out late to shoot hoops in the driveway
Letterman and Leno
80’s rock in my 1990 Cutlass Ciera
Bonfires
Hide n Seek
Camping out
Toilet papering trips
Long long bike rides
Entire weekends at Grandma’s house
Lottery tickets in the spokes of our bikes
Mud pies
Mopeds
Rollerblading in the cemetery down the road
Climbing trees
Falling asleep with no worries
Swimming at Whirlpool Park and the Chemi-Trol pool
Tacos and footlong hot dogs
Softball
Kickball tournaments
Dirty feet
Nicktoons
Tangled hair
Late night swims
Cedar Point
4-wheeling
Backyard wrestling
Reading for fun

Oh man.  Kids, appreciate your summers.

 
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Posted by on July 21, 2011 in 1990's Nostalgia, When I Was Young

 

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