The Rambler

GAAAAAAH! They’re driving me crazy!

Finally, I just had to split them up.

I put this chair cover on my dingy chair. Well, it’s not dingy, anymore. Just…dumb.

It looks like the chair lost a lot of weight.

Remember Care Bears? They’re baaa-aaack.

Also Pound Puppies.

Well, Shane likes the chair cover.

❤️ ❤️ ❤️

Yes, the living room is a mess. As always, it’s on my To Do list.

It’s getting to be about that time.

What’s the time? It’s time to get clean.

Ah, but I date myself again. Pound Puppies, Care Bears, Beastie Boys, what’s next?

Kajagoogoo? Now I’m almost pre-dating myself.

I just mean, I was too little for new wave. I was in, like, preschool.

I love it now, though.

Mostly, I was a 90s alternative/ grunge girl. I still am.

I was a middle schooler, eighth grade, when Nirvana and Pearl Jam swept the nation. That super impressionable age.

But I also loved the Beatles, the Moody Blues, and Simon and Garfunkel, courtesy of my parents’ record collection. Haha, remember records? Really dating myself, now.

I read Laura Palmer’s Secret Diary that year (remember Twin Peaks? I don’t, I was too young to watch it, but I still read the book).

Sex. Drugs. Scandalous.

Read it three times.

I had my first huge crush that year.

I saw Silence of the Lambs at my friend, Lynne’s house. Saw Wayne’s World.

I was a good kid. I stayed out of trouble.

I’m more worried about Aislyn than I am about Desmond.

He’s got a little group of friends and they game together, and that’s fine for him. He doesn’t need to be the star basketball player or have a million friends or whatever.

But Aislyn is beautiful and outgoing. Boys will want to date her and she’ll get invited to parties.

And she’s rebellious, so she’ll probably dress like her mother did (in college) and try to sneak out the house like her mother never did, ever.

1998 was a wild year. But that was kind of it, for me. I was already a sophomore at UNH, so it was a no-brainer that the good girl was eventually gonna try bad for a little while.

And, let’s face it. It was a “wild” year for me. Meaning it was probably still very tame compared to any other average college sophomore girl at the time.

I mean, we all know what happens in Cancun every spring.

I was never one of those.

So, here I am, and I’m almost 45 with my own kids. It’s easy to say they’ll turn out one way or another, isn’t it…but who can really tell?

Maybe Desmond will be the lead guitarist in a high school band and juggle 4 girlfriends at a time.

Maybe Aislyn will be a bookish, retro music nerd like I was.

I highly doubt it, but anything is possible, I guess.

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