1. I need to create a buzzword. I remember watching a documentary about language and one segment featured interviews with all these people who had made up popular words that became part of our vernacular. They conjured words like yuppie, psychobabble and blog (and subsequently blogger!). I have a bunch of stock phrases like, “I give birth to my friends.” But that’s true! Nathan’s my friend for life!
2. I used to be a speed reader, back in the third grade when the library on Saipan first opened up and I lived close enough that my mom granted me permission to walk there by myself. I would read a book in two days. Yes, these were usually Choose Your Adventure books or books with huge puzzles in the middle.
I am hoping that Nathan will be open-minded enough to read as many books as I did, even those not meant for boys which is why he will inherit my collection of first-edition BABYSITTER’S CLUB books. I know Nathan has no idea of the gems he will behold when he learns he has the story of these girls in Connecticut who were the only source of childcare for the whole town.
3. The other night, Rachel sent me a text message about what she should do in a certain situation and she ended her message with, “I’m so so scared, Zach!” I immediately started laughing so hard that Mike started laughing and asking me what was so funny. This is why I laughed:
And all of this was because she wanted to get into Stanford and make this music video:
I was troubled by Mike’s question because there’s no way to explain to a man who grew up when television had just been invented the magic of Saved by the Bell and their only drug problems were Jessi Spano’s caffiene pill addiction and the time a celebrity offered them weed (which they refused, because that’s what high school students do! Realism!).
4. I would like to cut my hair again but I am scared of short styles. But I am also tired all of the maintenance my hair requires. I don’t have the controlled curls or waves like Angella’s beautiful mane. My hair is crazy jungle thick and it sheds everywhere. The hair that results from sticking my hair in an electric socket would be a vast improvement from what my hair becomes after I wash it. The only way I maintain it is by taking a flat iron to this mess every other day and working out all the madness out. This usually takes about thirty minutes or even an hour if I’m also trying to watch TV or I see something shiny and I get distracted.
Snows destroys my hair. As does perspiring during a work out, which gives me the most counter-feminist reason to bow out of a kickboxing class: I don’t like to sweat!