![To: momFrom: meSubject: boots for NY, found ‘emBody: [above photo]To: meFrom: momSubject: RE: boots for NY, found ‘emBody: you are kidding, right?
To: momFrom: meSubject: RE: RE: boots for NY, found ‘emBody: am I?
Honestly, the only thing stopping me from buying them outright is the price tag. That, and as Adam pointed out, I’m not 12.](http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ks6gmatwYF1qz9fn6o1_400.jpg)
To: mom
From: me
Subject: boots for NY, found ‘em
Body: [above photo]
To: me
From: mom
Subject: RE: boots for NY, found ‘em
Body: you are kidding, right?
To: mom
From: me
Subject: RE: RE: boots for NY, found ‘em
Body: am I?
Honestly, the only thing stopping me from buying them outright is the price tag. That, and as Adam pointed out, I’m not 12.
My mom is moving offices this week and she just sent me this photo in an email:
“Blast from the past… was in file cabinet that I had not opened in 6 years.”
I remember the exact day this picture was taken. I was 10 years old, and I had just finished getting ready for my 5th Grade Dance which was to be held at the brand new school. We had spent all year in portables and we had two consolation prizes: we were the first graduating class of Embassy Creek Elementary and our dance would be the first event at the new building.
You can’t see it in that picture, but the necklace I’m wearing has a pink heart pendant. It’s size and shape was perfect for sticking in my mouth and clicking it up into my top palate like a retainer. I doubt that’s the reason I needed orthodontia later on, but it definitely couldn’t have helped.
Oh yeah, and how glorious are those bangs?
[Part 1]
Saturday Sept 26 Had a decent breakfast at the hotel and drove into the next town over to do some last-minute shopping at Target and Marshalls. I found a suitable clutch purse at the former and my grandma found a nice shawl at the latter. We had some really good pizza in the Polish area of Linden, NJ.
My sister and her boyfriend met us at the hotel and we all drove to the wedding together.
Look at how freaking cute they are!!!
The wedding was at the Richmond County Country Club and it was absolutely beautiful. Since the bride is Jewish and the groom is Catholic, they had a priest and a rabbi to do the ceremony. Afterward, I saw them walking to the bar together. Just kidding, that was a bad joke (that I’ve told about a thousand times since then). But seriously, they did have both and it almost seemed like they were trying to upstage each other throughout the service.
The hors d’œuvres course was so good that we were almost too full to eat dinner. Luckily, we had some downtime while we listened to some toasts. My mom, the matron of honor, gave a pretty good one. But the star of the evening was the bride’s best friend. Very quickly, it became clear that this woman was infatuated with her. I never thought I would hear the phrase “my blood is exploding in my veins” at a wedding, and yet, there it was; coated in a thick Russian accent and making me bite my tongue to keep from cracking up at the table.
At one point, my sis leaned over to me and asked “Are you keeping your head down so you won’t laugh?” I stifled a giggle and nodded my head vigorously. Dinner was great, as was the band/dj.
Monica & Pete - The Happy Couple
Leave it to my mom to ruin a perfectly good picture by closing her eyes at just the right moment. Still love you, mamalah!!!
Click through to see more photos from the trip.
My mother’s cousin got married in Staten Island, NY last weekend.
Friday Sept 25 Woke up at the very ass-crack of dawn in order to catch our 7:50am flight. It was on time and there were no screaming babies.
We landed in Philadelphia a little too early for lunch, but that didn’t stop me from demanding a Philly Cheesesteak at 10:45am. I rationalized that we had breakfast at like 5:30am or some ungodly hour, and Adam watched in horror as I pressed the CheezWhiz button on the really cool automated ordering kiosk.
Our connecting flight to Newark was also on time and devoid of screaming babies, but the fact that we were on a Dash 8 and I was in the window seat next to the propeller made me want to scream like a baby.
After a flight that felt like a ride on Space Mountain, we landed in Newark and took our free shuttle to the hotel in New Jersey. We were the first people in our party, so we got a free room upgrade. Score. We had a few hours before we had to go to the rehearsal dinner, so I took my time getting ready and admired the view from the hotel room window.
Me & Sis at the rehearsal dinner
The rehearsal dinner was nice. If you’re looking for some good Penne Ala Vodka on Staten Island, I highly recommend Cielo on Hylan Blvd.
You are going to have to give that kid some bangs…
— Mom, upon seeing the picture of my future baby.
You are going to have to give that kid some bangs…
— Mom, upon seeing the picture of my future baby.
I present to you: nine and a half of my fifteen minutes of fame.
When I was about five years old, I got to be an “in-studio friend” on Romper Room along with my good friend Julie.
I don’t remember much about the experience aside from the fact that I threw a full-on tantrum about my outfit just minutes before we went on air. And really, I think the only reason I remember that is because my mom has never let me forget it.
“We picked that outfit out together ahead of time! I asked you, ‘Marcelita, te molesta?’ and you told me it was fine.” What my mother was asking me was “does it bother you?” because when I was a child, every article of clothing “bothered” me. Had I been a child star (and not just an “in-studio friend”; not bitter), my catchphrase would have been “Me molesta!” - it bothers me.
Although the outfit had passed whatever arbitrary standards at the time of its selection, it failed miserably on the day of the shoot and what ensued was what I can only imagine to be the most glorious temper tantrum the likes of which my mother was all too familiar with. Honestly, the way she describes it, I’m surprised I was even allowed in front of the camera afterward.
Well, they did allow me to go on-air: I’m the one in the tacky-even-for-its-time sweater and blue skirt; just look for the albino. Also, there’s a close-up of my mug about 5 minutes in.
Pero no le digas nada a nadie! Keep it on the low side.
— My mom telling me a Spanglish secret
Pero no le digas nada a nadie! Keep it on the low side.
— My mom telling me a Spanglish secret
This may be the cutest thing my mom has ever forwarded to me.
It never fails: every time I clean out my closet, I end up going through my old diaries. I know it’s going to send me into a spiral of self-loathing, but I’m masochistic; so I do it anyway.
This is a hilarious excerpt from June of ‘96 (I was a month away from turning 14, if that’s any excuse):
6/12/96
Dear Diary,
Steve1 is going out with Ruth2. I want to run away, if I pack what I need and if I pack expensive stuff I could probably survive a couple of months if I needed to runaway. Right now I have some money & I can sell the expensive stuff*. And if I got away for a couple of months then maybe things would clear up. I hate swimming3 I want to write stories4 not become a fucking mermaid why can’t mom understand that? Besides mom and dad are tight on the money anyway even though I know they’d miss me it would help them out a bit only problem is where would I stay?
pro’s
no swimming
no school
no Daniela5
no rules
no responsibilities
no bulliescon’s
no stable food supply
no shelter
no friends
no Mayday6
no computer
no T.V.
*my leather jacket7
If you’ll notice, I was not a huge fan of punctuation back then. Also of note: the pro’s and the con’s evened out. I guess that’s why I ended up not running away.
1the guy I had a massive crush on
2one of my best friends at the time
3I was on an optimist swim team and, around the time this entry was written, I had been fighting with my mom to let me quit. If I remember correctly, she did let me quit - right before the first meet
4as was common with many angsty teenagers, I fancied myself a writer.
5my sister, who would totally make it onto the “con’s” were I to update this list.
6my cat
7I have no idea how much I thought I was going to get for a Donna Karan knock-off
