06 3 / 2014
For the early ’90s Nebraska preteen one of the most exciting events was the school skate, a quarterly event which offered your only chance to hold hands with a boy during the equally anticipated and dreaded couples skate.
All of a sudden, Holiday Skate World would fill with the melodic tunes of Brian Adams or Mariah Carey and you’d frantically look around to see if Dan was skating with someone else (he usually was).
At this particular school skate, there seemed to be a lot of miscommunication which undoubtedly led to all sorts of friendship drama with Angela. It’s rather convoluted. I recommend making a flowchart.
03 3 / 2014
The most anticipated day of the year for any fifth grader is the last day of school. It signaled the beginning of summer vacation and quality days spent eating Fla-vor-ice and watching All My Children.
To celebrate such an important day, there was an equally anticipated and dreaded event: the shaving cream fight…or several shaving cream fights, to be precise. This involved running around in old t-shirts wiping shaving cream on each other. There was nothing cooler than being invited to participate in one of these events. However, I didn’t quite make the cut this year.
26 2 / 2014
Having cool writing utensils was essential to the early 90’s preteen. Ideally your pen was either Lisa Frank or Sanrio, decorated with unicorns or Keroppi the Frog. Also desired was a pen with scented ink or interchangeable tips to allow you to switch from blue to purple to pink with ease.
Just when you thought your pen collection couldn’t get any cooler, along came a pen that revolutionized everything: The Squiggle Wiggle Writer. This masterpiece of a pen not only had interchangeable colored ink tips, it vibrated in tiny circles, creating the most magnificent handwriting known to man.
24 2 / 2014
Slumber parties are hands down the most fun event in a preteen’s life. This particular party was for my best friend Jamie, who knew how to throw a party!
P.S. This entry needs some elaboration. First of all, the hippest restaurant in Lincoln, Nebraska in 1992 was Rock n’ Roll Runza. For those not from Nebraska, Runza is a chain that specializes in a roll filled with beef and cabbage. For Nebraskans, myself included, there is no finer cuisine. Rock n’ Roll Runza was a 1950’s rock version of this restaurant. Sometimes an Elvis impersonator performed. IT WAS SO COOL!
Just when I thought the party couldn’t get better, Jamie pulled out the Ouija (or “weegee”) board. I was used to playing Girl Talk and Mall Madness at slumber parties, but Jamie was way cooler than that.
Two epic things happened as we played the Ouija board: it was confirmed that Dan would become my husband and we contacted the spirit of Marilyn Monroe.
21 2 / 2014
I am blown away by Dan’s act of valor, which I’m sure I didn’t over analyze at all.
19 2 / 2014
Some days begin better than they end.
P.S. I’m sure my contribution was really essential to fixing those screen doors. You’re welcome Dad.
P.P.S. Was I making tally marks? Or just keeping track in my head?
17 2 / 2014
One of the highlights of my childhood was getting to spend time on my Grandma and Grandpa’s farm near Beaver Crossing, Nebraska. On this particular day, my cousins and I came up with some fun activities which I’m sure Grandma did not approve of.
P.S. The ugliest cow, Moose, was actually a bull. In the winter we would throw snowballs at him and in the summer, rocks…because it’s always a good idea to anger a bull.
14 2 / 2014
At school there was always a Valentine’s Day party that included an exchange of valentines. To maintain fairness, it was required that you give a valentine to everyone in your class. In a previous entry I note my elation at finding Where’s Waldo themed valentines, because really what says love like a middle aged man in glasses and a striped sweater?
Reading these valentines in class was always 15 minutes of thrill and terror as you looked for subtle clues uncovering who might like you that you didn’t know about all the while looking for Dan’s reaction to your valentine out of the corner of your eye.
On this particular year, I was blown away by a new man unveiling his love for me, but soon after the revelation things spiraled out of control and prompted one of my first attempts at cursing.
12 2 / 2014
In the back of my 1992 diary, I wrote some poems. These were actually written in 1994, when I was 13.
One such poem was inspired after Kurt Loder interrupted The Real World: San Francisco to break the news of Kurt Cobain’s passing. To be clear, I was pretty unfamiliar with both Nirvana and Kurt Cobain at this time (as you can likely deduce from my spelling of his name), but here was Kurt Loder urging me not to consider suicide myself. All of a sudden, I was very confused. I had to get some thoughts on paper.
10 2 / 2014
In fifth grade I started playing the clarinet, certainly the coolest of instruments. Nothing was as awesome as when we got to play a pop song in band.
P.S. I’m sure that rendition of Surfin U.S.A. played by 11 year-olds was exactly what the Beach Boys would have intended.
P.P.S. I’m not exactly sure what part of this juicy entry I was afraid of my brother Tom seeing.
P.P.P.S. Here’s a picture of me and my clarinet during this rock star period.