The Secret Stash of my Childhood
The teen years count as part of my childhood, right? Right! Glad we could agree upon that fact. Do not fear, I will include the most obviously embarrassing stage of my life. But first, lets go back to middle school. It had to either be the 5th or 6th grade when after months of begging my mom, I got the New Kids on the Block cassette. I remember playing it non stop on my Walkman and ran through batteries faster than candy. I was so excited that I had gotten this item that I took it to school with me to share with my friends. That same day someone stole the album out of my desk and I never saw it again. I’m not sure if I ever told my mom that it was stolen. She told me not to bring it to school and I didn’t listen to her. I paid the price.
In my teen years (and preteen if I’m being honest) my obsession with boy bands continued to grow. So much so that I had the walls of my room plastered with Backstreet Boys and Nsync posters. I had a few of 98 degrees and some random actors of my youth, not to name names (Jonathan Taylor Thomas). I don’t even know how I got all of the posters. One year, my friend Jen and I went down to visit her Gigi and Papa in California and we took a bunch of my posters down and brought them with us to put in the room that we were staying in!
If we go way back, to pre-1989, we were living in a small town called Roebling, New Jersey. We were living in a duplex that had many stories. My bedroom was on the very top floor. I barely recall living there; however, when we moved in, my parents had put a little black and white television in my room and told me that the people that lived there before us must have left it (this is my memory, not necessarily the truth). I remember one night watching it and there was a giant panther. It scared me. One of my toe nails also fell off the same night. For years I had those two memories connected. Seeing large wild cats to this day make my toes hurt. No joke. In fact, they are starting to hurt just thinking about it!
My Precious
I am not sure that I had a most treasured toy as a child. I remember having some Strawberry Shortcake items and the Care Bear that had the rainbow across its belly. I remember always wanting an art easel and anything that had to do with crafts. Toys aside, I do remember absolutely loving all of the cats that we had. I cannot express how much I want to have a cat (male, named Sherlock), unfortunately, our apartment complex does not allow pets anymore. We were about a year late arriving in Tennessee to quality for one. Here’s what’s sad: We love our apartment. We love the location (how close it is to my work and the airport for Steve’s work) and just about everything about it. I keep trying to come up with ideas on how to convince management to let me get one. My best option right now is to convince a doctor that I need a therapy animal for when Steve travels… the apartments would have to let me have one then, right? I have had other people tell me to just get one. I would, but I would hate to have an eviction on my record, or worse, having to give Sherlock up.
A Black Hole
One of the best things about the apartment we are living at is that it has an 8 foot walk in closet with two tiers of shelving. That being said, absolutely EVERYTHING is in our closet from clothing to collectibles. There is of course our extra toilet paper, detergents, make up, stationary, books, boxes, vacuum, a dining room table (don’t ask) and more! I call my closet a black hole only because once something goes in it is not likely to come out. I’m a closet cleaner. Oh, I have company coming over? I haven’t cleaned in weeks? No problem! Just stuff everything you don’t want your guests to see into your trusty closet. It works like a charm. I do more cleaning when I speed clean too especially when I reward myself. For example, I’ll speed clean for 5 minutes and then watch an episode of Downton Abbey. Life is too short to stress about cleaning.
Did I hear you right?
A trumpet just sounded, but not of the traditional variety. This is my first spring in Tennessee and it appears that after almost 33 years I have allergies. The first few days of the drastic weather change (from the teens to nearly 80 degrees) were the worst. I had crazy sinus pressure which means I felt like my head was stuck in a fish bowl with someone clashing cymbals directly in front of me. The world echoed and everything was slightly off-kilter. Thankfully, that is gone. All I am left with now is a crazy amount of snot. Lovely, I know. I’ve been through two boxes of tissues so far and my nose keeps running.
Speaking of runny noses… I would like to pose a question. Am I the only one that uses my smart phone camera to make sure there are no boogies hanging out? I cannot imagine my life without my phone. It has saved me numerous embarrassing moments! Too bad it cannot fix all of my embarrassing moments.
Other noises in the background: Chuck playing around on the forklift, James sorting magazines for me, and Sirius Radio playing “Never Beyond Repair” by EverFound. Yes, I am on my final break at work for the day. Got to get my writing in anytime that I can.
~Kay