Tuesday, January 19, 2010

What was going on in my head?

So back in high school, I had myself convinced that if I could just ride a unicycle, I would be cool. Clearly, I was never destined for coolness.

I never did get a unicycle.

Saturday, January 2, 2010

Four eyes, zero dates

So. . . we've hit a bit of a dry spell on the gigs. I'm going to switch gears here, and post about the awkward things I did while growing up. Random memories keep popping up lately--maybe my brain is hoping my daughter will avoid doing these things. Or maybe I'm just overtired.

When I was 16, I got glasses. And braces. And I had the world's worst bangs. They wouldn't do that giant poufy thing that all the popular girls did with their bangs (and now, looking back at the pictures, I am grateful for that). They were just a giant, dark mat. So to go with all this awesomeness, I decided that I needed Becca Thatcher glasses. Remember her, from Life Goes On? With Corky? And while we're at it, remember that show with Wilford Brimley and Deidre Hall, and that blonde boy who I totally had a crush on, but later learned was gay (as were most of my early crushes--I'm looking at you, Doogie).

So I got giant, burgundy framed glasses, to be like Becca. And then I met Chad Lowe, and we fell in love, but he turned out to be HIV positive, and I didn't care, and we got married, and then he died. OR, I got my Becca glasses, and then didn't date ANYONE for four years.

So very awkward.

Next time, I'll tell you about Teenage Jen's belief that unicycle riding = popularity.