Dec. 3rd, 2013 10:19 am
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We had a nice Thanksgiving and extended weekend. We host each year, and the group changes depending on whether my brother is celebrating with his wife's family or not (they alternate Xmas and Thanksgiving between the two families). This year my parents, Carlos and my sister and oldest nephew joined us. Her two youngest boys went with their dad to his family in RI.

Food was good and the experience was laughably predictable. We are the national lampoons family. Mina had a lot of fun with everyone. At one point my Dad turned on netflix on our TV and started Ghostbusters playing. Thankfully Mina was napping upstairs in her room at the point where Sigourney Weaver is grabbed in her armchair and terrifyingly is dragged into her kitchen. Hello Dad?! Mina was awake for the ending fight scene and freaking LOVED it! She asked the next day to "see the pink lady [Gozer] talking" and remarked "nice costumes"! She's met ghostbusters and Stay Puft at various conventions before, so she is old hat at this kind of thing.

On Friday we visited the . Mina fell asleep on the way, so we drove around and let her nap, deciding to pick up our tree at I can't believe they are celebrating their 75th year in business. As a kid this is where we always got our tree (I lived nearby until age 9). She woke and we had lunch at the before going to the Elm Bank Reservation. She loved the huge horses for the carriage ride and had fun looking at trees and meeting santa. Mostly though, she was happy to see some dogs being walked on the property. Our tree was put up and decorated a couple of days later.

My 20th highschool reunion was that night, and I went with an old, good friend that I am still close with. Awkward! The class officers planned a swanky (expensive) dinner dance at the Westin Waltham. I bought my ticket as did Melanie, and then a month or so later the 'Rebel Reunion' invites went out via Facebook. It was a free shindig at a local bar with free apps and a cake. Melanie and I ended up doing both: dinner and socializing at the hotel and then hitting the bar for chatting for a couple of hours. My friends were mostly at the bar, and I did have the most fun connecting there. It was nice also having a couple of old guy friends compliment me on my aging (or apparently lack of it). My old long-term high school boyfriend was there, and I haven't seen him since before I was pregnant with Mina. It was nice to catch up. I can appreciate how the organizers were upset about the alternate event. At the same time, they didn't solicit any feedback before planning such a swanky/expensive/exclusive affair. You can't make everyone happy in a class of 400+ kids. They did request feedback from the folks *at the reunion*, so they will plan the next one in 5 years at a bar, with a similar pricetag. I think they should also take feedback from the folks that didn't go to the hotel, but whatever. After dinner things proceeded to get cliquish, just like high school. Kind of to be expected. I was one that had some core friends groups, mostly the outsiders. Also doing theater/dance stuff though, I did meet and become friendly with a lot of the 'popular' kids. Kind of like in my professional life, I can communicate with lots of different groups. I did spend a good amount of time chatting with an old classmate who now lives in Lexington (over near Nepenthe and Cannongirl actually) and we are going to make some plans at some point).

We had appointments at on Saturday, and planned to use a giftcard we won at for lunch. We discovered the heat in my car wasn't working (!) and planned to get it fixed Monday (turns out I needed a flush and new thermostat, thankfully only a $220 repair). We were around the house in the afternoon, and decorated the tree. Mina is having a lot of fun taking off and putting back ornaments, and she keeps taking off lights and holding the bulbs up to her eyes.

We had a nice mix of social and time at home, which was just amazing. I'm hoping to have a mostly-chill holiday season. We'll see if we can accomplish that! :)
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I read this book around the time it was released . There was a lot of controversy at the time locally, as nearby Newton added it to its summer reading list for teens. A curious parent read the book before her child did, and started a campaign to have it banned. It was a more modern-day Catcher in the Rye, set to a fantastic soundtrack.

I was so excited to hear that it was being turned into a movie. Sounds from this review like they did it justice. Our movies mostly happen via Netflix or Hulu nowadays, but I'll surely need to add this to the list.

What is it about coming of age shows and movies? They always get me in the gut. It is why That 70's Show is one of my favorite TV series. It was such an influential time, even to this day. If only I appreciated it at the time for being that (though I guess, life would be quite different if I had).
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I saw this article and wanted to grab the book. Another article about the story was found here

This reads much like a journal and less like a book. It is not very well written. The editing was very poor, but despite that I enjoyed reading it.

If you are from Waltham or the Waltham area, a kid of the late 70s/early 80s, into coming of age stories and that kind of thing, you may enjoy it. Though I went through Waltham High School almost a decade after the author, I recognized a lot of things in this book. It was a neat trip down memory lane.

You can find the book here


Feb. 26th, 2010 02:07 pm
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According to this The Happy Hampton was also damaged. :/
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The show was great, as expected. In some ways I felt like I was back in high school again (It's been 17 years - I was 17 when I left those halls). In other ways I felt very old. There was this very touching dance to Martina McBride's . There were moms who I went to school with or took lessons from dancing with their daughters, moms of some of the current WHS students, and one pregnant dancer to boot. So sweet! The show seemed to follow it's formula in some ways but was a bit more modern with more elements of hip hop, and some Bollywood-ish choreography to Jai Ho from slumdog.

My cousin (a Senior in the show) ordered tickets for me, and it was strange seeing her up there looking just like her Mom. See former comment about being old - the last time I was in dance theater, this was my cousin . That photo ws taken at my graduation party a few months after DT 93.

It was great to see people, and I regret not doing the alum dance in the show - next time! I did pick up a T-shirt and a form to order back copies of shows. My 92 VHS tape was damaged at some point, and it featured the amazing kick-butt tap routine to Smooth Criminal. Which they played last night of course, with different choreography.

I am blessed to have grown up in a community that prizes and supports the arts to such a degree. Deb (the creator) was honored after the show last night by the Mayor and many of her former students with a little book of mementos and a huge 6" thick sheet cake. She doesn't look a day older than when I graduated years ago.

Keep on dancing! :)
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The fog on the highway on a sunny morning.
Asiago Cheese bagels from Panera (I was good - I only ate a 1/2)
It's Friday
Woodstock retrospective on WBUR right now - interesting
The TV miniseries - I wonder if it's on DVD?
Memories of my own first big festival show, Lollapalooza 93
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I can't tell you how many times we sat in Tina's living room, watching The Breakfast Club and drinking from her parent's cabinet (off the bus after school, before I walked home for dinner). Or how much I loved the song "Pretty in Pink" (and did something similar for my own Senior Prom dress). Was Say Anything his too? That was my first date with Joe Brown, at the old Natick Flick opposite Shopper's World (or was it *at* Shopper's world?). It all kind of blurs together. At least we have our DVDs . . .
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It has been about 20 years since I was grounded for ruining a pizza by carrying it on its side. My parents thought that I had done it on purpose and didn't like my attitude. I'll admit that I had an attitude, but I really was that dumb and didn't think anything about carrying a pizza on its side under my arm (who knew the cheese would all drip down to one end?!). I stormed upstairs to my attic bedroom after dropping the pizza on a table to have my Mom run up after, screaming at me about how she had the power to make my life a living hell and was going to do her best to do that. Dad was so angry that he couldn't even look at me, else he'd 'kill me dead'. Later that night I was given this book, which would dictate my activities for the next month or so. It was truly, truly painful.


Jun. 22nd, 2009 10:37 am
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Metallica is selling a book about Cliff Burton .

I've probably spent the most time watching Cliff Em All on VHS, more than any other movie. I spent the summer of 89 watching it on repeat in my parent's living room (so much so, that my brother who was 6 at the time ended up singing along with the chorus of 'Master of Puppets' as he walked through the room one afternoon).

Anyone picking this up? I'll buy and share if nobody else is planning on it.


Feb. 20th, 2009 10:36 am
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There wasn't cable TV in my parent's house until after Brian and I had moved out and had our apartment at the Shaghaus in the fall of 98. I spent many, many hours glued to the TV watching Ah-Ha's "Take on Me" on V66 . I even remember seeing the video for The Time Warp from RHPS and thinking 'WTF?', having no context for it.

Once the free music videos died and were replaced by the home shopping network I'd have to rely on VHS tapes of the show "Friday Night Videos", which was short and only played the top 40 requested kind of stuff. I remember sitting on the phone with friends from St. Pats while they were watching Headbanger's Ball in their own homes and being very jealous. When I visited Gram down the street I'd try to sneak views at her MTV (I always remember her having cable) when she was in the kitchen or napping on the couch. Later I'd enjoy this kind of thing at high school friends houses, until we all parted ways and I was a freshman at Simmons. I had decided that I was too important and academic to spend time watching television for fun and/or that anything on MTV wasn't too worth listening to. My music was experienced via college radio, old used cassettes or vinyl purchased in Kenmore or Harvard or at live at local all-age shows at The Rat or The Middle East.

Its kind of silly how excited I am to see this documentary. :)
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Quote of the Day: "When you think you can't . . . revisit a previous triumph." Jack Canfield

Here's a neat article on some of the nature *gasp* hidden in Waltham:

I went to day camp for a couple of weeks one summer at Prospect Hill. I remember their small above ground pool was disgusting (green, icky water) and that they made us hike that hill each Friday where we'd have a fun cookout at the top as a reward. There used to be a ski lodge there at that time, and the one and only time I went skiing was at Prospect Hill (I was about 13 and was so bad at steering and stopping despite my lesson).

I much preferred the other years where we went to day camp at the Stigmatine's - Camp Elm Bank. There was way more open land, cooler activities, cooler kids and spookier surroundings. Its where Prince won my heart (hearing "When Doves Cry" on someone's cassette recorder over and over again), where I first saw Pee Wee's Big Adventure and went roller skating at The Wallex (rainy day entertainment) and where I first became sort of part of a cool group of kids. If only summer camp lasted more than two 2-week sessions, because I returned to school to be one of the losers in my small catholic school class of 24 at the end of it all.
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From today's Globe:

Honky Tonk? I'd argue its a slice of Americana that I'd be sad to see go. I grew up spending summers at Hampton Beach since my great-grandfather lived in the nearby Hampton Falls and we had use of his cottage after he died. It was the best of both worlds - a cottage with 4 acres of forest to explore and a beach nearby. Countless hours have been spent in the water, searching for shells, eating rock candy or Blinks Fried Dough, or toasting on the beach. I can't tell you how many puka shell anklets I've owned, how many times I've visited the hermit crabs at my favorite gift store (Mrs. Mitchell's), how much ski ball or pirate mini golf has been played, and how many all-age metal shows I saw at nearby Salisbury. Then there was eating lobster every night at home like it wasn't a big deal (after having 'races' with them - each kid picking out a lobster as their own before they got dropped into the pot and eaten). I also spent my share of time parading up and down the boardwalk as an adolescent looking for boys, finding them, and attending parties nearby and getting quite drunk.

I'm dying to get out there again soon. Soon my friend, soon! The sandcastles for the annual contest will be out this coming week. Fireworks start next week - on my birthday (heh). :)


Feb. 25th, 2005 10:08 am
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I like the new Tori Amos album. Nothing quite grabs me the way that Little Earthquakes did, but I wonder if it wasn't the music as much as the music hitting me at a particular time in my life when I needed her. It was an impressionable time when I was leaving one life behind and starting another - new people, new opportunities, new freedom. It was a time when I was looking for direction from strangers while wanting to make my own way at the same time. It was a time for loudly, passionately singing out in my Monte Carlo while I drove home late at night by myself after a night with "friends" who I'd later have the strength to leave, them not really being friends at all.

Either way, I do like this new album. For quotes today, I bring you the lyrics to "Toast" Read more... )
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Going food shopping during the day is a much different animal than going after work or on the weekends. For one thing, the store isn't as crowded. For another thing, the employees are more outgoing, a bit nicer, and less hurried. One guy pushing a cart by commented that I had "dropped my smile" and should stop and pick it up (of course, he got a smile out of me). I had to slow down my masswhole sprint more than a few times to let the old ladies in front of me walk at their pace.

I remember this from when I worked at Burger King. While in school I did the after school shifts, or the hellish 11-8 shifts on Saturdays and Sundays. It was busy most of the time, and you had the most unskilled workers there that didn't care too much about the job they were doing because its purpose was to fund their cigarette or shitbox car habits. One summer though, I was given a Monday-Friday 11-5 shift - that was awesome and it was the most money I had made at a job to date (I think it was the summer before I started college). I had nights and weekends off. I had a guaranteed paycheck. And I got to meet all the regulars that came in during the week. People working "regular hours" put more pride into their work. They were mostly elderly people that needed the extra income or were looking for something to do. There were others looking at food service as a career (Managers, Assistant Managers). There were also workers from immigrant families that had yet to find their luck and get out of the service industry. Some couples worked at both Burger King and McDonalds (or Ames, or a gas station, or the Little Peach) in order to provide for their kids. You've never met a more hard working bunch.

There were some customers that came in on a regular basis, where we learned each other's names and knew what was going on in each other's lives. I remember when I got rid of the Monte Carlo and ended up with the Gran Fury it only had an AM radio. One regular daytime customer - an old retired guy that came in to sit and have refillable coffee and chat with the other daytimers - he dug out an old AM/FM adapter type thing and gave it to me. It plugged into the AM radio and allowed me to tune FM stations. Eventually I put a tape deck into the beast, but will always remember that silly adapter. Another guy, John, would come in the afternoon and sit in the dining room over lunch and play chess against himself. One of the managers, Mike, would plan his lunch break accordingly so that John could have a partner that wasn't himself on some of those days. Years later I'd go into BK and see John behind the counter in a BK uniform, working pushing the orders. It made me kind of sad - the polyester didn't become him as much as his old english suits (complete with an ascot) did.
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We're going to Hampton with the netgoths tonight to play skeeball, stuff our faces with unhealthy fried food and watch the fireworks on the sand. It seems that each year I get there less and less.


When I was a child my parents owned a house on Rt. 88 (or was it 84?) in Hampton Falls; it was about a 10 or 15 minute drive from the beach proper. You see, my great-grandfather lived in that little cottage in the woods (4 acres of it which is a lot of land for someone used to a postage-stamped sized lot in the burbs directly outside of Boston). There were the remains of an old tree house in the woods that my dad used to play in and a swing held up between two trees in the yard that I've seen photos of my Auntie Carol sitting on. I used to love walking out into the woods on the narrow path to the old dump (before the days of town dumps or curbside pickup) where you could find pretty old glass bottles amongst the remains of rusty bed springs or mucky leaves.

I remember countless hours spent in the barn/garage thing - half of it was open to put a car in and the other half was enclosed with a rickety staircase that went up to the loft. My great-grandfather's countless jars of random screws and other fasteners remained there for years after he died and I loved to explore them all to see if I could find anything useful (as useful as a random fastener would be to an 8 year old).

We had a dirt basement - the kind where there was a trap door that pulled up from one of the bedroom floors and you'd climb down a ladder to get in. There was this icky fly paper hanging in the corner of the bathroom (I was always scared to go in there for fear that the bugs would get me). The old refrigerator (you know the kind that was rounded on the top and had the large silver handle that pulled out to open and locked when you shut it) was in the corner of the kitchen near the floor where we would have lobster races.

For a while my parents went up there every weekend in the summer - come Friday night my Dad would come home from work to find my Mom and the kids all packed and ready to head up to "the cottage". We lived in that water, on that sand, exploring "Jodi's rocks" to see what goodies were lurking in the pools of water once the tide went out and things were low. We almost always brought our bikes to ride up and down the boardwalk on, HAD to buy Blink's fried dough - and fought desperately to get my Dad to walk down to the Casino with us (he preferred to stay away from the crowds and stick to the sand).

Hampton holds memories of different time periods for me and they all rush back to me when I get there. After a while we were too busy and the cottage just wasn't adequate for us anymore due to its frail, small state. My Dad did some renovations on it, rented it out for a few years and then finally just sold it off (they took that garage/barn down a couple of years ago since it was ready to fall over on its own accord).

In my teen years I started going a lot (both there and to Salisbury Beach to the all ages heavy metal club) once friends got their driver's license. Then began the "lets get dressed up slutty, parade the boardwalk, and try to pick up guys" phase. I have some photos from one weekend that we all rented a house just steps from the boardwalk and got trashed the whole time! B is amused by my teased up hair, black and fluorescent green mesh shirt and killer tan (gotta love the combination of Italian and French blood). We wandered around in search of older people to buy for us, searched the beach hi and low to find jello FINALLY at some dinky convenience store near my favorite gift shop (you know, the one that sells the tree crabs?) and all got matching fake tattoos. We also liked to hang around near where all of the motorcycles parked and check out the younger (and not portly) Harley guys.


I really miss going to Hampton each summer and I think I lose a teeny piece of me each year that I don't get to spend a significant amount of time there. Its cheezy, its not the cape, it may not be as cool as the Jersey Shore (from what I've been hearing) but a large part of that beach lives within me. Last year we drove up in thenetimp's car listening to cheezy metal and actually went on the sand (B's not crazy about the actual beach - he's more of a boardwalk fan)! And we went swimming too! Its amazing how calming the salty atlantic can be despite its icky taste and frigid temperatures.

I need to do some serious day or night trips out there before the season is over. And I'm going to the seafood festival this year too, dammit!

Ah, I love the summer despite its unbearable heat . . .


Jun. 13th, 2002 06:36 pm
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Someone posted this article to a list that I'm on:

I miss the Rat :( I went to my first hardcore show (of many) there; it was an all-ages one on a Sunday afternoon and it was to see and with my friend Melissa. It was before they re-did the basement and added all of those rubber rats in the wall with the red glowy-eyes. I was in heaven :)

I wish I still had my first Sam Black Church album; it was from when they were still based in Boston and had that great teeny store in Harvard Square (sigh, I miss that too). Such greats such as the early Bosstones and Slapshot hailed from those studios . . .

Other fun all-age show haunts were of course the Middle East downstairs, that church in Harvard Square over across from OONAs that has the yard sales during the summer all of the time, Club 490 in Fitchburg and this little divey VFW Hall (or was it an Elks?) In Worcester. I was never able to get my butt out to the Espresso Bar unfortunately - there is a great article here discussing the scene at the time and what happened to it:


Does anyone out there want to hit a hardcore show with me sometime soon (and/or a Ska show?) I'm really missing it lately for some reason

The shower

Sep. 10th, 2001 09:53 am
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One of my very good friends that I've known since I was two years old had her wedding shower yesterday. We went to dancing together, went to High School together, ended up going to college together and then both signed up at the dance studio again after college. I am so happy for her and her fiance; they've been dating for a LONG time and are blissfully happy. She's been anxiously waiting for a long time for the start of their new life together (and I'm guessing, that children won't be far down the line for them).

It was cute, the organizers of her shower hung her first dance costume over the back of her chair - MY FIRST DANCE COSTUME TOO! It was a little orange satin leotard with white sequin trim and a little orange tulle tu-tu lined in white and silver sequins. I was 3 and she was 4 and we were lollipops that year. Man was I pissed when I found out that my Dad cleaned out the attic and threw out all of the old dance costumes - in particular THAT one!

It was weird seeing people that I spent so much time in high school with that I HAVEN'T been great about keeping in touch with. In particular, my friend Melissa or "Dissa" who I sat with for the brief period that I was at the shower before heading off to get B in Boston. We didn't spend a ton of time hanging out together while I was in HS outside of the group but did spend more time together while in college. D and I went to Hardcore shows together, talked about straight edge and vegetarianism/veganism, music and various other political issues. For some reason we just grew apart after my first year of college and I hadn't talked with her since then.

So we chatted a bit about work stuff; we've followed similar patterns only now she's a geek-in-training and I'm not. And she still talks every once in a while to our ex boyfriend (my first boyfriend when I was 14, her's a couple of years later). It was like time really didn't pass at all which was nice. We exchanged e-mail addresses and I'm going to get in touch with her later in the week. I think chatting over tea or coffee like in the good-ole-days would be nice - upstairs at Borders or walking around Harvard Square.

So lately I've been getting away from the club/gothy scene in exchange for more quiet home time (I made a halloween curtain and bought a stuffed bat for our front door), old friends and family time (pretty soon it will be time to start planning for the decoration of Gram's gazebo for Christmas). I may not be doing as much stuff as my normal schedule but somehow - I'm feeling more fulfilled.


And today I'm back to the gym since I first got sick over a week ago. I'll be moving my cardio workout from the elliptical machine to the treadmill to get ready for the Tufts 10K. I think though I'll skip the weights for the next few days - I pulled something last Friday at our company party in all of the running around through obstacle courses and jumping in moonwalks.

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"a prezzie for you!

on the kitchen table. a cd.

Motley Crue: Too Fast for Love.

Downloaded last night.



Awwwwwwww! That album reminds me of the summer when my friends and I practically lived at the Carnival behind the Sacred Heart church in Waltham. Our friend Finke worked at one of the booths and we walked down there every night to visit him. One of the guys that operated the Tilt-a-Whirl was a Metalhead and liked all of us girls; he used to let us ride for free and would blast that Motley Crue album for us :)

There was a stabbing there that year between gang members that resulted in someone's death. The Mayor allowed the Carnival to come back one more year but after a knife fight on the first night it was shut down. And that was the end of that carnival :/

The city has changed a lot, that's for sure!


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