Handwritten page of a diary dated January 22, 1995

… pretty dull for a slumber party. Watched Mike Myers final time on Saturday Night Live and then the usual two wimpy girls fell asleep and then Mandy’s mom called Mandy from the stairs and said she forgot to give us the special treat she made for us. She said look for the black bowl in the freezer. So Mandy pulls out the bowl and at first we saw brown crumbs and we thought it looked disgustomatic so we didn’t even try it. By the time some brave person first stuck a spoon in it well by then it had melted into a primo soft ice cream with fudge sauce and crushed Oreos on top and you could barely fit any more hands around that bowl. Except Valerie who wouldn’t eat any because we were “double-dipping” our spoons in there like that Seinfeld episode where that guy tells George that double-dipping a chip in the dip is like putting your whole mouth in it. It didn’t stop anybody else though. Just Val.


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‘Mama if that’s movin’ up then I’m movin’ out’

Handwritten page of a diary dated September 2, 1980

… quite embarrassing how much she loves Billy Joel but the weird thing is she will only listen to that one album. I say Mom. Come on. He has two new albums since then. Try a new one. But she has her mind made up. Only side one of that particular album interests her.

Sometimes this summer it was really quiet and I was in my room reading a book or something and all of a sudden I’d hear it again “Anthony works in a gro-shurry store. Savin’ his pennies for some day …” I mean it. Sometimes I actually wake up in the middle of the night and think Billy Joel is in my room singing “Working too hard can give you a heart attack ack ack ack ack ack.” So actually for once I’m kinda almost glad that school is starting.

Even while she’s taking our picture with our new lunchboxes at 8:15 in the morning the record player is already playing “Don’t go changin to try and please me” and she thinks I’m excited by my new Mork from Ork lunchbox but all I’m really thinking is that at school there won’t be any Billy Joel.


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Birthday gravy

Handwritten page of a diary dated June 21, 1998

…  so why is my nephew the one child on God’s green earth who doesn’t like cake and ice cream? He told Lin he wants to stay with me for a slumber party on his birthday (and instead of being disappointed that her own son doesn’t want to celebrate his birthday with her it turns out she’s excited to be able to spend the whole night with her new boyfriend).

Not to brag, but everyone knows I can show him a better time (one simple thing is to let him stay up as late as he wants to, he loves that, tee hee). It goes without saying that we will party like it’s 1999 but I just never know what to get him for treats. (Who doesn’t like sugar?????) I’m discussing this with Jen and she says “how about that thing we saw at the carnival? You took a picture of it” and I said Jen you are a GENIUS! So I get out the photo album and find my carnival pictures and start planning the birthday menu.

You should’ve seen the smile I got when I started singing Happy birthday and served the mashed potatoes and gravy sundae. He ate it all, even the roast beef. EVEN the cherry tomatoes. He’s a freak of nature!


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School supplies

Handwritten page of a diary dated August 29, 2004

…  my niece says “this is retro, so it probably looks like a pencil bag you used in junior high, right?”

Actually it does kind of remind me of the TV show “Laugh In” but I had to explain to her that my pencil bag came with a plastic strip attached, with three holes punched into it. She asked why and I had to explain that we hadn’t thought of taking backpacks to school, so we had to make sure everything could be fastened into our three-ring binders … UNTIL the glorious ZIPPERED binder came along and then nothing would fall out — not pencils and not notes filled with gossip about the people sitting near you in study hall or the teacher who had the power to make you stay late.


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