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Your Mother Might be a Rockstar!
Generally in our Rants section we talk about things that irritate us, little annoyances, big annoyances, and general situations that probably would be annoying should they so happen to pop up in our lives. Indulge me for a moment while I stray from that generalized formula.
This is a call to arms. Hmm... maybe not. This is a plea. Less dramatic, Caity... c'mon. This is a public service for you, dear readers. Yes, that fits. Picture my 15-second PSA, complete with a "The More You Know" campy shooting star.
Get to know your parents. Okay, you know mom and dad, great. But do you KNOW mom and dad? Quick, grab one of your mom's old photo albums and flip to page three. See that guy on the page? Who is that... do you know? (Feel free to ignore that lesson if the only guy on page three of your mom's old photo album is your dad or grandfather.)
Your parents might surprise the shit out of you. I mean they might literally shock you to the core, leave you slack-jawed before busting out into riotous laughter at the mere thought of some of the stories they could tell you.
My family just moved into a new house, and as such our entire lives were shoved into a moving truck for nearly a month while we got into our house and started to move back into a home. Today I finished clearing out the truck, dragged the very last boxes inside and after wearily flopping down on the couch (my mom has a LOT of shit, guys. Seriously) I noticed a plastic tub marked "memorabilia". Always one for a good nostalgic laugh/cry fest I popped the lid off that sucker and the first thing I pulled out was my mom's Sophomore Yearbook (1968). After flipping through a few things, laughing at the horrifying hair-do my mom rocked (she later told me that she used to TAPE her bangs to her forehead with masking tape at night to keep them flat. Oh my god guys, the mental image is priceless) I came across a few different photo albums and flipped through them.
Two black and white photographs of some handsome looking guy caught my eye. It certainly wasn't my father! "Mom... who is this?"
You guys, I'm honest to god not kidding when I say my mom didn't even miss a beat. After glancing at the photo to see who I was asking about she says:
"That's the Portuguese Bellboy at the hotel my parents and I stayed in when I was 13. For a year he wrote me love letters in Spanish and wanted to move in with me, so he could avoid the military draft."
Stunned. Absolutely stunned. And then I literally fell over laughing.
"That other boy is another bellboy at a different hotel we stayed in. He had a pretty big crush on me." (I thought they were the same guy. Pretty similiar looking! Turns out my mother has a pretty specific taste for torrid love affairs with Latin Bell Boys.)
That is just not something that you could freakin' make up on the fly. It's NOT! We flipped through the books laughing and she told me awesome stories. I laughed at her crazy ramblings in her journal (I swear she was on SOMETHING, but she always has been pretty random I guess. But come on... she was in college in the 70's... let's get real here) got jealous of the Queen ticket-stubs she had pasted in there (Queen on V-Day... someone had an awesome boyfriend) and offered to digitally archive her photographs that are now yellowing, cracking and fading having been stored in a plastic tub in non-archival conditions, and by the end of it, my suspicions were affirmed.
My mother is without a doubt: a total Rockstar.
So I call upon you dear readers. Ask your mom or your dad about "back then". Dredge up an old photo album, ask your mom about that handsome young mystery-boy in the album. Who knows, it just might turn out to be a great story.
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This is a call to arms. Hmm... maybe not. This is a plea. Less dramatic, Caity... c'mon. This is a public service for you, dear readers. Yes, that fits. Picture my 15-second PSA, complete with a "The More You Know" campy shooting star.
Get to know your parents. Okay, you know mom and dad, great. But do you KNOW mom and dad? Quick, grab one of your mom's old photo albums and flip to page three. See that guy on the page? Who is that... do you know? (Feel free to ignore that lesson if the only guy on page three of your mom's old photo album is your dad or grandfather.)
Your parents might surprise the shit out of you. I mean they might literally shock you to the core, leave you slack-jawed before busting out into riotous laughter at the mere thought of some of the stories they could tell you.
My family just moved into a new house, and as such our entire lives were shoved into a moving truck for nearly a month while we got into our house and started to move back into a home. Today I finished clearing out the truck, dragged the very last boxes inside and after wearily flopping down on the couch (my mom has a LOT of shit, guys. Seriously) I noticed a plastic tub marked "memorabilia". Always one for a good nostalgic laugh/cry fest I popped the lid off that sucker and the first thing I pulled out was my mom's Sophomore Yearbook (1968). After flipping through a few things, laughing at the horrifying hair-do my mom rocked (she later told me that she used to TAPE her bangs to her forehead with masking tape at night to keep them flat. Oh my god guys, the mental image is priceless) I came across a few different photo albums and flipped through them.
Two black and white photographs of some handsome looking guy caught my eye. It certainly wasn't my father! "Mom... who is this?"
You guys, I'm honest to god not kidding when I say my mom didn't even miss a beat. After glancing at the photo to see who I was asking about she says:
"That's the Portuguese Bellboy at the hotel my parents and I stayed in when I was 13. For a year he wrote me love letters in Spanish and wanted to move in with me, so he could avoid the military draft."
Stunned. Absolutely stunned. And then I literally fell over laughing.
"That other boy is another bellboy at a different hotel we stayed in. He had a pretty big crush on me." (I thought they were the same guy. Pretty similiar looking! Turns out my mother has a pretty specific taste for torrid love affairs with Latin Bell Boys.)
That is just not something that you could freakin' make up on the fly. It's NOT! We flipped through the books laughing and she told me awesome stories. I laughed at her crazy ramblings in her journal (I swear she was on SOMETHING, but she always has been pretty random I guess. But come on... she was in college in the 70's... let's get real here) got jealous of the Queen ticket-stubs she had pasted in there (Queen on V-Day... someone had an awesome boyfriend) and offered to digitally archive her photographs that are now yellowing, cracking and fading having been stored in a plastic tub in non-archival conditions, and by the end of it, my suspicions were affirmed.
My mother is without a doubt: a total Rockstar.
So I call upon you dear readers. Ask your mom or your dad about "back then". Dredge up an old photo album, ask your mom about that handsome young mystery-boy in the album. Who knows, it just might turn out to be a great story.
