Archive for August, 2006

Special Anniversary Edition.

Today is the day, seven years ago, that B and I got married. I’ll never forget the feeling of pure bliss – giddiness – that came over me.

We did not have a traditional wedding. Ours was a spur of the moment, justice of the peace wedding. We had to wait for the judge to come back from lunch (I think) and we excitedly called the few friends and family members who were close by and able to make a mad dash to the courthouse.

Then we were officially married!

But lest you think I am the type who would just run off and get married (because I’m never spontaneous, ever) know that this was the man that I already knew I would be spending the rest of my life with, married or not. This man was the one for me; he was such a good match for me.

We’ve been through so much in such a short time. If you were to look at that list of things that are huge ‘life stressors’ you would see that we have been through several of them. Some more than once. And we’ve come out the other side. Even when we’ve been on opposite sides of an issue, we’ve come out just fine. And I give a lot of the credit to B and his ability to know when not to have the last word; to let it go and wait for the cool-down.

B is a successful man. He’s a smart man. He’s an amazing father, an amazing person, and an amazing husband. (And he’s big and strong, and I like that very much.) I’m very lucky to have found him.

I love you, honey. Happy Anniversary.

(And that is as romantic as I get. I’m about as romantic as a – oh, I don’t know – something that’s not romantic at all. It’s a good thing that he knows that. Which is why he’s the perfect man for me.)

My space on MySpace.

So I joined MySpace.

I talked about joining before, and then decided to go ahead and “just do it” (to quote Nike.) (Can anyone every say that without thinking of Nike?)

I’m glad I did. I’ve been poking around there, typing in various names of people I knew a long time ago, and also people I’ve just met. I’ve been looking at friends of friends and finding folks I hadn’t even remembered I knew. (Most of them from high school. I like that I can search people from my high school, and narrow down the ages to see all the people who were there when I was.) I’ve seen pictures of people that look exactly the same as they did over 10 years ago, and some who look so different that I wouldn’t have recognized them if not for their names. I’ve looked at pictures of their children and spouses (or significant others) and it’s all made me smile.

I’m hesitant to ask people to be my ‘friends’, though, because I’m so afraid that they will not remember me. I don’t want to be presumptuous and assume that they knew me as well as I knew them. And believe me, I knew who they were. I’ve always been a people watcher; filing away names and faces to be recalled at a later date. But I’ve always felt like I’m not as obvious as they are – not invisible, but just not as noticeable – and my name and face won’t ring a bell for them.

(I don’t really want to know what that says about my psyche. But rest assured, my self esteem is not nearly as non-existent as that last statement made it sound. In fact, it’s very healthy, thank you very much. But I don’t think it was very healthy back then.)

Except, well, there’s this one girl who is friends with lots of people I used to know, and um… I have no frickin’ idea who she is. No clue. Her name doesn’t ring a bell. Her picture confuses the hell out of me because she looks nothing like anyone I’ve ever known. All I can think is that maybe she’s undergone major plastic surgery (horrific accident? crows feet?) since then, and nobody recognizes her either. (I probably sat next to her every day for 2 years and I’ll feel like an a** when I remember who she is.)

So I’m glad I joined MySpace. But if I haven’t asked to be your ‘friend’, and you see me on there, you better ask me. I’m too afraid you won’t know me, and I’m just not prepared for the rejection. Chances are, I know who you are and will be more than happy to make you my ‘friend’.

(Unless you’re that girl.)

For the rest of you.

I wanted to do Primus, Rage Against the Machine, Fugazi, Temple of the Dog, Soundgarden (I’m in love with Chris Cornell,) Nine Inch Nails, Fishbone, Dinosaur Jr., L7, Jane’s Addiction, The Jesus and Mary Chain, REM, Alice in Chains, The Mighty Mighty Bosstones, Helmet, Tool… oh what the heck, let’s enjoy a little Tool – Sober

and there are so many more good songs I would love to hear again. But I think this’ll conclude my little tour down memory lane.

Gosh, now I’m all nostalgic and stuff. *sniff*

For a friend I missed very much.

U2 – One

I had Joshua Tree on vinyl. That was my first exposure to U2. And it was love at first listen. I listened to them so much, you would have thought I would grow tired of it all. But I never did. In high school, I went to see them in concert (along with Stereo MC’s) in England. It was my first concert ever. And the music was so good.

I love U2. My husband, however, hates them. It’s hard for me to believe I married a man who can’t listen to this song, or any of their others, without cringing. But that’s okay, I love him anyway. (And I hate Faster Pussycat, so we’re even.) (Although you don’t really hear Faster Pussycat on the radio much, so maybe we’re not so even after all.)

This song reminds me of a time in my life when I felt very lonely. I was missing someone who had moved away, and I spent an excessive amount of time alone in my dorm room playing this song over and over again. (Thank goodness I’m not in high school anymore, and I no longer have such a dramatic side. Although I suspect my daughter may be even worse than I was, as she already has such a flair for the dramatics. And that frightens me very, very much.)

Not a music post.

I don’t know if you’re tiring of my music posts or not. If you are, I’ve got some bad news for you – I’ve got 2 more of them waiting in the wings. If you’re not, well, good news – I’ve got 2 more of them waiting in the wings!


Tonight I’m wearing a Crest Whitestrip. (And clothes too. Because some smart-aleck will make a comment about blogging in only a Whitestrip, and I thought I’d stop the email before it came.) Anyway, I’m assuming you know what it is I’m talking about. Unless you’ve lived under a rock. If that’s the case, you (and your yellow teeth) can go ahead and skip this post.

I’ve seen the commercials that touted the Whitestrip and it’s invisibility. Women were wearing them while at work; while talking on the phone; while going about their everyday routines and no one was privy to the fact that all the while they were whitening their teeth. You’ve seen those commercials too, right?

Well, those darn advertisers have gotten the best of me, again. Because I’m wearing one right now, and if you were here in the room with me, you sure as hell would know it. It’s not invisible. It’s very obvious. And it gives me a lisp.

I read the kids their bedtime story while wearing it, and they kept staring at my mouth as if something very awful was happening to it. Like my teeth would fall out at any minute, and they dare not look away lest they miss the spectacle. And, my friends, I was trying very hard to enunciate while speaking, but I swear I sounded worse than a twelve year old wearing a retainer. You should have heard the bedtime song – Thwinkle, thwinkle litthle ssssthar.

Those Crest people – they lure me in with their promises of getting whiter teeth whilst I go about my everyday life, and instead I’m reduced to sitting at my computer and typing while I anxiously await my thirty minutes to be up.

For all of you that hung out at the AYA.

Beastie Boys – Pass The Mic

Oh, the Beastie Boys *sigh* mean so much to me. I loved them back when I was in 6th grade and had Licensed to Ill and learned all the words to all the songs and thought myself such a rebel for singing along with them. And I had a huge crush on Ad Rock (don’t laugh, I was young.) I loved them all the way into my high school and college years, although they kind of lost me when they started appearing on MTV spouting all that political stuff. And I wanted to be a big fan of their newest CD, but it just wasn’t there for me anymore. Check Your Head, however, will always be one of my favorites because it not only had this song and So Watcha Want, but because it reminds me of all my friends down at the AYA.

(And I still have a little crush on Ad Rock.)

This is for Sara.

Ned’s Atomic Dustbin – Kill Your Television

(Notice it’s on VH1 Classics – my god, I’m old.)

Thank you Sara for reminding me of Ned’s. I had forgotten how much I used to listen to them. I remember that they were going to play at the Corn Exchange (Cambridge, England) and we wanted to go see them so darn bad. But the only time I ever set foot into the Corn Exchange was for our graduation. And I remember that we were there on your birthday (for rehearsal?) and that when they called your name they messed up your middle name and said “Ellen”. Funny – the big things I forget, and the little things I remember.