5 posts tagged “memories”

I grew up in the age of Michael Jackson; he was only five years older than I am.  However, we did not have cable so I have never seen many of Michael's videos.

I loved most of his songs and was amazed with the way he could move his body when I saw him on regular TV.

I especially liked that he organized the "We are the World" charity 'thing'.

My biggest and most remembered MJ moment was one Sunday.  My then boyfriend and I were on our way to see some new puppies.  The radio was playing Kasey Kasum's American Top 40 he was commenting about the album that had just taken over the tope spot as the most sold album ever.  Kasey Kasum said he'd tell us after the commercial break.  I was excited and telling my boyfriend that I knew it was Thriller.  I knew it.  He didn't believe me and was looking forward to proving me wrong.  It was at that moment that one of the tires on the car blew out...we ended up flipping the car and sliding down the highway on the roof and hood of the car....landing in the ditch on the other side of the road.  We never did hear Kasey Kasum tell what album he was talking about.  But I know I was right.

RIP Michael Jackson RIP

Jordan is a teenager.
Highlights--one for each year---
Birth year: At 12 weeks quits breathing while in his car seat, we spend the night in the hospital and he comes home with an apnea monitor which we used until he is 10 months old.

One year old: He loves his goodnight story--"Just Go to Bed!" and will point his little finger and shake it whenever we read the 'just go to bed' part.

Two years old: Potty trained extremely easy and with that came the knowledge that he imparted upon our extremely religious neighbor, Renee: "Miss 'Nay Miss 'Nay did you know that boys have penis's and girls have vaginas?"

Three years old: 'Marries' Zoe, spends several months walking around hand in hand calling each other 'wife' and 'husband'.  Asks me if Zoe can move in and live with us.  Upon seeing Zoe after a several week break he is devestated when she snottily states: "I divorced you!" he spends an hour in the house crying and hasn't had a 'girlfriend' since.

Four years old: Decides to water my plants for me so "they will grow big and strong"---does it with milk.

Five years old: Watching the Today show before heading to catch the bus for Kindergarten.  Something terrible has happened but we don't know what.  As we are sitting on the coffee table listening to Matt Lauer Jordan says: "I saw that big plane hit that building, there's a lot of damage and a fire.  Where there people killed?"

Six years old: He reads so well that he is moved from Kindergarten to First Grade during reading time.

Seven years old: Hates Second Grade.  Hates it.  He cries when I tell him to take a shower and get ready for bed.  He cries when I get him up in the morning and tell him it's time to get ready for school.  He cries when I walk him down to the end of the driveway to catch the bus.

Eight years old: Jordan flies to Boston by himself to visit Aunt Mo and Uncle John.  He goes sledding and throws a snowball at Aunt Mo.

Nine years old: Plays football with the local park team.  During the first game of the season he catches an interception.

Ten years old: Pre-teen attitude sets in and he starts giving the ladies at Happi-Faces all kinds of trouble.  He ends up grounded from TV and video games for months at a time.

Eleven years old: Finally learns how to ride a bike.

Twelve years old:  Takes up karate and loves it.  In six months goes from white belt to orange belt.  Gets a bloody nose during class and is bouncing with pent up energy wanting to get back to it as Mom tries to get the bleeding to stop.

Thirteen years old:  Well...so far, he got up and got ready for school.

It is so hard to see my baby as a teenager--but he is.

~sigh~

More later.

Just wanted everyone to know that I'm depressed.

The reason will follow when I'm done reminiscing and typing it out.

When dealing with the past a person must go through all the bad that happened and remember that they weren't perfect either.....sometimes a person doesn't like who they were in the past.  I think I've grown.

Wohoo!!!  I was told today that I will be taking a business trip to Santa Monica later this year.  I tried to pin down a more specific time frame and was told "The second half."

I wonder if I will get to drive by the old house or the old school?  It's 'only' about 45 miles give or take.  I wonder if I should try and look up any old friends from back in the day and see not only if they remember me, but if they'd have time to get reaquainted?  I wonder if I'll get to the beach....wonder if it will be warm enough to really ~want~ to go to the beach?

It's months off and I'm already excited....

Yay me!!!!

I remember making shoe boxes with holes in the lids for holding the Valentine's that were given out at school.

I remember the Valentine that Slade gave me in 6th grade.  He handmade all of his Valentine's that year.  I had a crush on him and tried to find a special meaning in the one he gave me.  There wasn't one.

Then there was the Valentine's Day when I was in the 9th grade.  I found out on that day that the boy I was 'seeing' had VD and he'd gotten it from a girl that my brother had recently dated.  Lucky me; he hadn't even tried to kiss me. 

When my ex and I were dating/engaged he came over on Valentine's Day with an empty vase.  It was pretty in an antique-y sort of way.  It was empty and he said that he needed to take it back home with him so he could put flowers in it.  That way the next time he gave it to me it would be a proper flower vase.  For several months I kept looking for him to bring my vase back to me with flowers in it.  It didn't ever happen.  Then one day when I was at his house I saw my vase sitting on a shelf.  "My vase!" I exclaimed.  Only to be told in no uncertain terms by his mother that it was 'her vase'.  He had given it to her for Valentine's Day and I was not going to take her vase from her.  He backed her up.  So, I left without my vase.  Someone tell me why I married him?  The signs were there even back then.  ~sigh~

When CR and I were dating/engaged he gave me a birthstone necklace for our first Valentine's Day.  When I looked at it I had to wonder why he was giving me this particular birthstone, it wasn't mine and it was his....then I read the little poem that he had written to go along with the necklace.  He gave me a birthstone for the month of March.  March, the month we were getting married; the month that the 'birth' of our new life together would start.  I still have that necklace all these 14 years later.  ~heart melty sigh~