Notebooks

The other day, after spending a few hours at Sesame Place, my (almost) 4 year old son told me, “you’re a rockstar because I love you.” This was just one of MANY quotes from him that fall under the funny and/or adorable category. The next day my boss randomly asked if I write down the things my kids say, to which I said no. But I really think I should. In fact, I really think every parent should. So my task for all your parents out there – go buy a notebook and keep it handy! That’s my plan for today, actually.

Which this topic has also reminded me of two similar notebooks I kept as a teenager. While most girls were writing in diaries (I had those, too) I carried around a notebook for useless information. It contained all sorts of, you guessed it, useless information. From a list of 100 weird places to have sex compiled by everyone I knew to random interviews with friends and strangers. It also housed the cleavage collection – photos from the mall and Rocky Horror of women (and men) all too willing to get their chests (fully clothed, of course) photographed. Maybe I felt clever at 15 years old to co-author (it was mostly me, Amy, Erin, and Leah) and own such a notebook. Whatever the reason for starting that book I think back on it and laugh at my own immaturity… and then I wish I still had it.

The sequal to “The Book” (or maybe it was “The Notebook”?) was the “Freudian Slips and Dumb People Quotes” book. After maturing in age just a few years I started writing down (and sometimes illustrating) the dumb things Ann, John, and I said at the school lunch table. I’m thinking about making a copy and giving it to Ann next Christmas…