The Time I Wasn’t Kidnapped

I was just talking to my roommate (Hi, Mom!) about Stranger Danger (note to self: Add “Stranger Danger” to list of possible band names) and how she prepared her children to keep an eye out for Bad Strangers.

My brothers are several years older than me, so I don’t really know their experiences with strangers, how they knew when someone was out to get them, or when someone was just being friendly.

Actually, I have heard stories, but this blog is all about Continue reading “The Time I Wasn’t Kidnapped”


What’s in Your Bag?

Before I begin, I really don’t think this post has to be gender-specific, which is why I called this “What’s in Your Bag” and not “What’s in Your Purse” or “What’s in Your Murse.”

I have puh-lenty of male friends who carry messenger bags, laptop bags, recyclable grocery bags, and bags shaped like puppies.

Ok. I’m lying about the last one. But how badly does your inner 8-year-old want one?

I’m not even sure this is limited to bags. I think what I’m about to discuss has pertained to my desk drawers at work and certainly to That One Junk Drawer I know we all have, so don’t pretend your home doesn’t have one. Sometimes, you just have to toss a bobby pin in the Junk Drawer in case a situation arises and you need it in that room.

But today, we are gathered here to talk about what the dickens ends up in my purse and why. Continue reading “What’s in Your Bag?”

Am I Lost? Or Have I Moved?

The moment I’ve been preparing for since childhood almost became a reality this week.

I almost moved into Walmart.

Actually, when I was a kid, I saw myself as more of a Target girl. Or maybe Jack’s. Do they still have Jack’s? It is now ShopKo in these parts. Hmm. A quick search on The Google doesn’t even show Jack’s, so I guess if it isn’t on the internet, it never existed.

I always had trouble sleeping when I was a kid, so I would keep myself entertained by imagining all sorts of things: what it’d be like if my toys came to life after I fell asleep, what if my mom were a famous singer like Bette Midler, and how would I survive for a week alone at Target. I like to think that I basically created the movies Toys and Where the Heart Is.

Side note: When my mom sang lullabies to me, I closed my eyes and imagined her on stage in a sparkly number like the one pictured here:il_fullxfull.756476112_17e6.jpg The stage was always dark with a single spotlight on her so the dress would really dazzle and my imagined audience was really be wowed by her rendition of  Twinkle Little Star. Sometimes this was rudely interrupted by boos from the balcony. Or, in reality, my significantly older brothers down the hall who I guess didn’t imagine such a great concert. Continue reading “Am I Lost? Or Have I Moved?”