Things About Things


I woke up at 6 this morning sans alarm clock with grand plans to do little more than sip coffee and write a blog with my extra couple hours. Instead I found myself up to my eyeballs in emails and work-related boosh for two hours. If there is some kind of parental internet lock I can use to block myself from my own email, that would be just fantastic.

Anyway, now I offer you this stream-of-consciousness rant about nothing at all.

Remember the good ol’ days? Justin & Britney. Nick & Jessica. Cory & Topanga. We couldn’t text. Or drive. Or text and drive. Our biggest responsibility was caring for a Tamagotchi and our biggest fear was not snagging all the Teeny Beanie Babies at McDonalds. All was right with the world for a brief, beautiful decade called The 90s.


Adam told me not to tell anyone this but last night I saw New Kids on the Block for the third time on their comeback tour WITH (get this) BoyzIIMen and 98Degrees. The nostalgic and, dare I say, wholesome concert was a welcome trip down memory lane. I mean, there was a fair share of male pelvic thrusting and shirtless men, but I worry about kids these days if Ke$ha and Chris Brown are their primary influencers right now. And with this paragraph I secure the fact that I am officially old and crotchety.

Going to a boy band reunion tour in your late 20s is weird because you’re young (and broke) enough to have to sit in the rafters but old enough to complain about your knee giving out on the descent. Sigh. We ate cotton candy and bought a $6 Diet Coke and left early so we wouldn’t have to sit in traffic. Reserve my bed at the nursing home.

Unrelated: I never had a macaron until I was like 24 and I feel like I missed a serious developmental milestone.


Speaking of boy bands and French baked goods (not)… I just bought Kanye West’s Yeezus.

I haven’t listened to the whole thing yet, but hands down the very best line on the whole thing is: “Hurry up with my damn croissants.”

Last and certainly not least, if you have never had an Amy’s tofu pot pie you have been punishing yourself for no reason, my friend.

11 thoughts on “Things About Things

  1. Don’t joke about caring for a Tamagotchi. That was stressful. Especially when my 7th grade ‘boyfriend’ said he could take care of it for half a day. He lied. It died. Like I said, stressful.

    Oh, and Ke$ha (which pains me to actually use that stupid $ sign) proudly claims to rinse her mouth with a bottle of jack. Need I say more?

  2. I went to The Package tour concert in Pittsburgh last week and totally agree! SO fun, but I also left early to avoid traffic. #grandmastatus

    And from all the “thrusting” I saw, I wouldn’t’ say it was THAT wholesome & I understand where the tour name came from now. Just sayin lol

  3. I saw The Package tour last week in Pittsburgh – seriously (sadly?) one of the best shows I’ve seen in a long time! Probably because it brought me back to that simple time you mentioned above! I was ok with the pelvic thrusting, but hey – we 20 something grandmas have to get our kicks somehow right? ;-)

  4. Oh man, I so wish I would’ve went to that concert! I miss those days! And AMEN, SISTER about the Kee$ha remark <–I hate that I just used an actual dollar sign to spell her name.

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