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- A Discontinued Product that I Want Back
Crystal Pepsi. Remember that? Only vaguely? That's OK. It was on the market in the US for only a year or so.
I'm guessing it only graced the doorway of our home when it was coming off the market. (My parents tended only to buy things on sale.) It probably only graced my lips because it was left over from a party we had. (We didn't have pop in our house unless there had been a party the night before.)
I remember being allowed to drink it because it was caffeine-free. Well done, Pepsi.
I don't remember if it tasted good, though. Back then, I didn't eat/drink for taste; I ate/drank because I was told to do so.
I want Crystal Pepsi back to know if it tasted good. And, if it didn't, I want them to fix it.
Until then, I will drink Sprite or Canada Dry Ginger Ale. I like Coke products better anyway.
- The Affect of the Economy: A Reminiscent View
In 2008, the economy took a downturn. I'm sure I stole that sentence from someone, but I don't know who it was. Maybe it's so commonly said that it's become free for anyone to use.
Josh and I got married at the end of 2008, and when I moved up to Milwaukee to be with him, I couldn't find a job. No one was hiring. Not even fast food joints.
So, when Josh went to work, I stayed at home and caught up on reading, movies, and general interest trivia. (I would have crafted, but there was no room.) From December to April, I learned about LORT, Ten Chimneys, Anthropologie, vegetarians, downtown Milwaukee, food stamps, the Actor's Equity Association, and bilateral pneumonia. (Poor Josh. He was in 3 shows at once when he got sick.) I learned about other things, too, but they don't affect my life quite as much today as the afore mentioned items do.
We were freshly married, so it was nice to have that time to get acclimated to being a wife. I brought Josh lunch daily and ate with him. I got to know Josh better and more quickly since we were alone up in Wisconsin with no family to run to if we were not seeing eye to eye. I became creative in ways that I never had to be creative: living in a cramped room with a new roommate who had just as many things as I did, creating a clever chocolate concoction to pacify my chocolate craving (we couldn't afford a Snicker's bar), having an awesome day out on a date and spending less than $10 all day, learning how to bundle up tightly but fashionably to walk anywhere between December and March, etc.
After our time in Milwaukee was over, we went to Normal, IL so that Josh could go to graduate school. With the economy in turmoil, the best thing we thought we could do was go to school. (Josh went first because I'm indecisive about what I want to do.) We rented an apartment (sight unseen - yikes), moved our 2 pieces of furniture into the 2 bedrooms, and sat on the floor in awe of all the room we had in our possession. Taj Mahal.
Over the past 2 years, we've inherited furniture from family members and collected odds and ends from thrift stores. Our possessions no longer fit in two minivans. (Thanks for helping us move, Mom!) Oh, and I got a job. I figure that means the economy is doing a little better.
All that to say, the economic climate affected us, but perhaps unlike the way it affected the rest of the world. We didn't really know anything different than what we were experiencing at that time. I'm not saying we didn't worry about money - I cried when I found out exactly how much we owed for Josh's undergrad school bills - but I think we rolled well with the punches. I'm thankful we are where we are, and I'm excited to see where we go when Josh graduates!
- Fiction vs. Nonfiction
Despite my love for a good character-study (hooray for Henry James!) and my guilty pleasure of historical fiction, I gravitate toward non-fiction for my every-day reading.
You can keep your Pride & Prejudice, Harry Potter, and Twilight; I’d rather read a good memoir or biography any day. When I walk into a bookstore or a library, I head for the cookbooks or crafting books immediately. Then to the foreign-language section. Then to the biographies. Then to the sheet music section. Then to the children’s section.
We’re taught to read non-fiction at a young age – my first reports in school were on people (Clara Barton, Florence Nightingale, etc.) and on places (Ohio, Louisiana, Austrailia). I read fiction in school, but all I did was take quizzes on the content until I was in junior high and had to write a book report. At age 12, I read Doris Day’s autobiography of my own free will. Twice.
That being said, my favorite book is definitely Little Women. I read it when I was about 13, and Meg became my hero. She learned about responsibility, good friends, and vanity – all issues I was dealing with. “What about Jo?” you say? I think Jo is annoying.
My picks for non-fiction pleasure reading:
Please Don’t Eat the Daisies by Jean Kerr
A Year in Provence by Peter Mayle
My Life in France by Julia Child
Puttin' On the Ritz: Fred Astaire and the Fine Art of Panache, A Biography by Peter Levinson
The Devil in the White City: Murder, Magic, and Madness at the Fair that Changed America by Erik Larson
- My Future: 10 Years Ago
Ten years ago was summer 2001 - and so much was happening in the present I didn't have time to think about the future!
At the end of my junior year of high school, I was quite certain I would be going to a small Christian college in Florida like most of my friends who were graduating that year. Though I had friends in my own class, I treasured the ones I had made in the grade ahead of me, and I almost dreaded my senior year without them. Fortunately, my senior year turned out to be a blast. Thanks to those who helped make it awesome.
Summer of 2001 I turned 17 - ready to start my senior year of high school! It was a good time. I had a job at a summer camp as a nanny, and I was thinking about being an au pair for a while in a foreign country. At that time I was waffling between majoring in acting and majoring in architecture (which I now know as engineering). By the end of the year, I was gently talked out of acting by my mother and convinced that being an architect was not as exciting as it seemed. (I wanted to design cool houses - not office buildings!)
While nannying many of my extended family members visited the camp for a week of Family Camp. That was awesome! I stayed up until the wee hours of the morning playing games with the cousins while the adults sat around and talked. I know that I thought we'd be doing this regularly for summers to come.
We have gotten together for Family Camp once since that summer.
Later in Summer 2001 my immediate family took a trip to Cape Hatteras in North Carolina. (A place my family still goes about every other year.) While we were there, we visited my aunt and uncle in Jacksonville at Camp LeJeune. While visiting, I remember seeing a picture of my cousin Andy and his girlfriend Katie. (Andy was on a mission trip in East Europe at the time, so I didn't get to see him.) Katie wasn't the girlfriend I had met last year; could she possible be as nice as that other girl? I was skeptical. Little did I know that Katie and I would become great friends - nor did I know that Andy and his brother Joe would become like my own brothers while I was at university.
As a 17-year-old, I thought I would graduate from college (no more than 4 years! no siree!), get married, and have kids a couple years later. On that timeline, I should have had my first kid in 2008. Yow.
I'm glad I'm not where I thought I would be - my sights are broader, my expectations are higher, and my family is dearer.
- Decisions, Decisions
My indecision is something that haunts me daily: What do I want to be when I grow up?
I like to think I'm whimsical and free-spirited, but I think I'm just non-committal. I'm coming to a point in my life when I need to decide what I am going to do with it - I just can't decide what that might be.
I've eliminated some options: I don't want to be a custodian, security guard, elementary school teacher, waitress, salesperson, prostitute, landscaper, garbage person, police person, insurance agent, or librarian. Those careers are out. Other careers I might like for a while, but I'd get tired of it quickly: nutritionist, interior designer, secretary, grant-writer, politician, college professor, stunt person, candle maker, fashion designer, museum curator, indie artist of handmade items, milliner, test driver, secret shopper, Pampered Chef consultant, baker, events planner, and manager.
Here are some things I really think I'd like to make a career out of: actor, film historian. Oh. That's it.
Take an online career test, you say? Been there. Done that. I can make those say whatever I want. Phony bologna.
I was chatting with my mother this weekend and learned that my father didn't know what he wanted to do with his life until well after he graduated from college; he travelled the world after graduation and only settled down to a job when it became absolutely necessary. My mother just graduated from nursing school in 2009, so she was over 50 before she started doing what she wanted to do.
Maybe I'll just go back to school to get my Master's in film something-or-other. Maybe I'll travel the world until I run out of money and have to get a job I hate. Maybe I'll pray Josh becomes really rich so I can just sit around at home and putz. I'd love to become a lady who lunches.