My Bumpy Trip Down Memory Lane

Those of you who know me well know that I am generally a very nostalgic person. (I'm famous for saying things like "Did you know that five years ago today we were doing__________?" or "Can you believe that it's been 10 years since we_________?" or even more random, "Remember when we went to _________ and you were wearing _______?") I guess I've just had a really great life with lots of wonderful experiences to reflect on--and I might be a little OCD.

But over the past several weeks I've had a few opportunities to look back at some past events through the corrective lens of time and realize that either I'm getting old or my dad was right all along and I was, in fact, quite a twit.

A few examples:

1)There was a time in my life where the movie Newsies was pretty much an obsession for me. I saw it in the theater six times over the course of about a month, bought the soundtrack and listened to it until the cassette almost snapped and had an enormous crush on the main actor. My sister, knowing how much I liked the film, gave my family the DVD for Christmas last December. Since then, my children have become enamoured with the show and watch it at least once a week. It has been fun to hear the music again, but for the most part, every time I see it now I can't help but roll my eyes and think "What was all the fuss about?!" It's rather cheesy and contrived.

2)For our date night last week my husband and I went to dinner at a restaurant that was one of my favorite hang out spots as a teenager. We ordered "cheese fries" because you just have to when dining at this particular restaurant. I found them quite fun and tasty for about the first five bites and then they seemed to make me rather ill. I couldn't get over how greasy and fattening it all was--food attributes that never really occurred to me fifteen years ago. I had an upset stomach for the rest of the night and my husband had one into the next day. I just can't pack it away like I used to.

3) For most of my childhood I was preoccupied with getting my ears pierced. My parents were rather opposed to the idea and wouldn't let me do it. On several occasions I went so far as to try to pierce my ears myself but every time I either got caught or chickened out. I swore that on my eighteenth birthday I was going to drive myself to the mall and get it done. But my eighteenth birthday came and went and I didn't care anymore. (I did end up getting my ears pierced at the age of 23 during my semester abroad in the South Pacific--but that's another story.) Now I have a daughter, a daughter who is so much like me in her temperament that it's a bit scary. And you guessed it, she wants her ears pierced. I know exactly how she feels but I'm still not going to let her do it. At her age it's just too much hassle. The ten-year-old me would be shocked to discover what a fuddy-duddy I've become!

I think the most surprising thing about adulthood for me is that I don't mind being a "grown-up." I love to remember my younger years but I recognize that in a lot of ways I'm not that person anymore.

And that's fine with me.

I've been LOST!

It's been several weeks since I posted anything, and to my faithful blog readers (all three of you), I sincerely apologize, but I assure you that you haven't missed anything.

I wish I could say that I've been so busy with my very exciting life that I just haven't had the time to write, unfortunately quite the opposite is true. Although, we did take a three day I-can't-stand-the-cold-and-snow-for-one-more-minute trip to warm and sunny St George and Mesquite for Presidents Day which was very invigorating and fun but not particularly thrilling (we played at the park and took a long walk--that's about it!).

One activity that has seemed to usurp a great deal of my free time lately is the television drama LOST. A few weeks ago my husband happened to tune into it one evening and spent the next hour mumbling "what the heck is going on". So the next day he went out and rented the first season on DVD and we've pretty much been hooked since. This show is so mind blowingly convoluted and complicated that it is an absolute hoot. I get particular delight in the fact that there is a very authentic Korean couple on the show. It's fun to not to have to read the subtitles all the time and in a few instances I've had a little bit more insight on a situation because I can understand both sides of the language barrier. It's kind of fun.

I've decided that watching TV on DVD is really the way to go--no commercials, no waiting around for a week to find out what happens next and no planning my life around prime time schedules. (yes, I realize much of that could be solved with a DVR but that's not going to happen for us anytime soon!)

We're about half-way through the second season, so if you're a die hard LOST fan don't spoil it for us.

See, I really haven't had much going on. I don't blog for weeks and when I finally do it's about a TV show.

Sad.