Made it to 40! (100 Things) in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

  • Nov. 15, 2005, midnight
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10 more before I hit the hay…

31. It SNOWED today! I don’t love winter. I don’t hate it, but…what happened to autumn?! We redheads need the fall season! We spend the whole year just waiting for fall. It’s a fashion thing, you know. I had to wear my freakin’ snow boots today! Oh well, they’re very cute. I’m hunkering down for a cold near-winter night tonight. Mmmm..snuggly.

32. I didn’t go to my senior prom because my date decided to go to an Ozzy Osbourne concert instead. This, after I made my prom dress! I hung onto the dress for a little while, but never wore it (I never put the finishing touches on it). Eventually, I threw the damn thing away because it reminded me too much of getting blown off for Ozzy. Fuck Ozzy.

33. Speaking of dark teenage memories, my best friend in high school lived a few doors down from a funeral home. We somehow befriended the undertakers and they would feed us beer and let us wander around the caskets. Lucky for us all, they never let us see a cadaver. They may have been perverted, and kinda stupid, and okay…possibly insane. But I’m really glad they refused to let us see a cadaver.

34. If I could live out my secret fantasy career I’d be a singer. My grandmother was a very accomplished vocalist who had her own children’s radio show back in (I think) the 20s. In fact, it was right around here, in the Great Midwest where she had her show. I’ve tried to research it, but obviously haven’t tried hard enough because I can’t find much information at all. Anyway, when she was alive she was always so proud of my occasional brushes with singerhood (huh?). My mom said the singing talent skipped a generation (her), and buried itself inside of me. I haven’t done a whole lot with it, though. Shame.

35. I am in serious need of a massage. Oh, and a mani/pedi. I very rarely splurge on these things, but they sure are great attitude adjusters.

36. What I see when I look around my office from my desk chair: a coffee travel cup, stacks of reports I’ve done for my teams, a homemade Halloween card from a co-worker, a bunch of CD-Rs, my computer (obviously), a photo of me with a bunch of golf pros (charity thing), a flight log certificate from a Midwest Express flight that was re-routed through Allentown, PA because of bad weather (we waited for hours and hours–imagine my condition!), a million and one magazine articles (part of my research), a sparkly vintage ornament that’s in the shape of my first initial, a mini-Mr. Potato Head (construction worker style), a Red Bull, an exploding rolodex, a bunch of credit card bills, a photo of me with Chevy Chase at Sundance.

37. I once got sunburned so badly I got blisters the size of throw pillows (I shit you not) and had to get them drained in the emergency room. The sun is not a friend of mine.

38. I have never found my sport. I’ve tried everything from volleyball to track to basketball to softball to gymnastics to golf to swimming to tennis to bowling to ice-skating, skiing, snowboarding….the list goes on and on and on. I will try anything once. But I’ve never found something that I’m particularly good at. Well, except aerobics classes (is that a sport?). And marathon TV watching.

39. I went out with a former pro basketball player for a time and I told him the exact same thing I just wrote above. He basically called me on my bullshit and told me to pick something, stick with it, and practice, practice, practice. Great advice—if I’d only take it.

40. My 20th High School Reunion is fast approaching. OUCH.


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