This morning in the car on the way to school, after I assured a very nervous Isabella that hot dogs do not, in fact, come from actual dogs* and assuring her that we would find her a boyfriend named Zachary because that is her “most specialist name in the whole wide world,” a Cranberries song came on the radio. Linger. And then, all of a sudden, it’s Chicago, circa 1995 and I am driving eight people in a Jeep that only fits five home (and I am actually pretty sure at least one of those eight people is now a rabbi) from the Cranberries concert. It was pouring and we were eating copious amounts of these
and fighting over radio stations. I was wearing Doc Martens and a giant denim shirt. I looked a little bit this.
and was very cool. And wrote things like this in my yearbook….
(CHANDLER BING IS MY HERO? WTF?)
And then, shabooyah, car accident the first. I panicked and hit the gas instead of the brake. Stupid pedals. Why do they have to be so bloody complicated? And you know what else is complicated? Having to explain to my mother that, alas, I had actually been lying when I told her “NO! Of course you don’t have to worry! Naomi’s mom is going to drive us to the concert AND she’s even going to pick us up! You can totally trust me!” Ahem. Teenagers.
Every time I hear the Cranberries, I remember that feeling. Of having to call my mother in Milwaukee. And explain to her that, well, that was not the first – nor the last – time that I lied to her. It was just the first time that I had gotten caught.
And every time I see a boat-esque blue Chevy Lumina, shabooyah, I am taken back to car accident the second, circa 2004. It was pouring and I was eating candy and I panicked and hit the gas instead of the brake on Bathurst Street in rush hour traffic. Stupid pedals. I remember that feeling. Of having to call my father-in-law and explain to him that I had busted up his car.
I never want to have to make phone calls like that again. I never want to feel like that again. This is why I no longer eat candy while driving. More dangerous than cell phones, I swear. And it’s also the reason that sometimes I drive like a grandmother. Don’t judge. Well, you can judge the giant denim shirt; just not the driving.
*Now that I think about it, it may have been a mistake to tell her that hot dogs actually come from cows. I smell some vegetarianism in her future.
Chandler should be everyone’s most admired person. :]
Every time I have a bite of fruit tart I remember the worst accident I was ever in, because I had just picked one up for a baby shower, and it was ruined in the wreck. My car was totaled, but I was worried about the tart.
How can black hair be a pet peeve?
I would leave a comment, but I’m going to have all my back hair removed through electrolysis first.
SciFi Dad – BACK hair. not bLack hair!! hahaha!
Whatever, ending sentences with prepositions is totally our thing! You love it!
Um, my first accident, I drove a car through a fence. Into someone’s back yard.
Could you BE any cuter? I don’t think so. (Hee)
Luckily, the only time I’ve ever been in car accidents, they haven’t been my fault. In fact, I’ve managed two accidents where my car was in park and had people back into me. And both of those accidents were on the same corner in Cartersville… though only one was a drunk man leaving a Waffle House (my car wasn’t even on at the time)…
I had you at “She never mentions the word addiction…”
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hahahaha love it. Isabella is too cute!
I love that she wants a man with her special name… totally makes sense to me!
Chandler Bing?
Oh my gosh, I have also gotten into a car accident because I was eating candy!
Jaysus I didn’t know The Cranberries were known in America. Chandler Bing…thats hilarious!!
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I LOVE CHANDLER BING! He is my most favouritist person everrrr. 😀
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oh, my dear, you are adorable!
for me, I’d replace the “back hair” with “back fat”… ech!
love it when songs can bring you back to old times.
And please tell Isabella that I love the name Zachary too. 🙂
Love that your most admired person is Chanler Bing! And I have to admit I had to read your pet peeves twice (okay three times but who’s counting…) I didn’t notice the comma and I wondered where you lived that you knew of Chicagoans with back hair that wanted you to come with them to taste bad things…..
loved the cranberries. we used to sing “pretty” to each other. ahhh… the days of high school. then zombie came out and was a little out there for me.
I’m just waiting for the giant denim shirt and doc martins to come back, yo. I STILL GOTS EM.
ANd Chandler. I know, babe. It was the 90’s…
Ooooh…I still adore Chandler Bing!!
My giant denim shirt hangs in my closet, waiting to come back in style!!
CHANDLER BING IS YOUR HERO?
I have to rethink our relationship.