Flashback Friday

My Flashback Friday Posts

I had a plan to post my favorite or most popular post of the year but I was having trouble choosing just one. THEN, I realized it's my blog and I don't have to! So, here are posts from a series called Flashback Friday. 

I had this great idea to go through my childhood memorabilia and tell the stories of my childhood. I had fun with these posts but realized nostalgia isn't exactly motivating. That is unless you can use your nostalgic 7th Grade Life List to have new adventures. Look for MORE of those in the coming months!

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Flashback Friday: My Book About Me

Welcome to Flashback Friday, where I delve deep into the piles of my childhood memorabilia so that we can reminisce, laugh at the bad perms, and finally prove that merely throwing away your NKOTB door hanging does not diminish your love for Jordan Knight.

I thought since we've already talked All About Us - we should probably discuss My Book About ME!

In a little insight that should surprise NO ONE, I like to talk about myself. This is a passion I did not discover with the advent of the internet. Oh no! This is a passion I have been pursuing for a very long time.

Flashback Friday: Sarah the Ballerina

Welcome to Flashback Friday, where I delve deep into the piles of my childhood memorabilia so that we can reminisce, laugh at the bad perms, and finally prove that merely throwing away your NKOTB door hanging does not diminish your love for Jordan Knight.

My name is Sarah and I love to dance. For a while, I thought I wanted to be a dancer.

Growing up, my favorite book was Angelina Ballerina. I have vivid memories as a child of going with my mother to the public library so I could check it out one. more. time. I dreamed of being a Prima Ballerina just like Angelina. However, it wasn't long into my young life that I learned a fundamental truth of girl-dom. 

A love of dance doesn't make you a dancer.

Flashback Friday: New Kids on the Block

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Welcome to Flashback Friday, where I delve deep into the piles of my childhood memorabilia so that we can reminisce, laugh at the bad perms, and finally prove that merely throwing away your NKOTB door hanging does not diminish your love for Jordan Knight.

My birthday is Sunday. I will be 32.

Do the math. It should not surprise you that I was a huge New Kids on the Block fan.  

I had shirts and a sleeping bag and the aforementioned door hanger. I had a beach towel and a giant button and all their tapes and a Jordan Knight doll with a rat tail. 

Jordan was my preferred New Kid. People who liked Donnie were bad girls. Everyone knew that. Donnie was a trouble maker. After he set fire to the hotel room in Louisville, I let everyone know my elementary school girl thoughts on Donnie. 

He was no good.

Jonathan was for shy girls. Joey was cute but too much of a baby. Danny...well, Danny was Danny. 

Jordan was a dream. When my friend Jenny (yes, the same Jenny) had a party for their pap-per-view concert, I still remember him standing high on a platform with with a white button-up shirt being blown open by a fan. It is burned into my memory forever. I'm pretty sure I screamed.

When someone at the party took my seat in front of the television, I locked myself in the bathroom and cried. 

I still maintain this was the only reasonable response.

 My friend and I got in constant fights with the boys at our school over who was cooler - New Kids on the Block or Vanilla Ice. They constantly asserted that Jordan and the lot were gay. I got in HUGE trouble for explaining to my friend Erin what that meant.

My parents never took me to a concert because they didn't love me. Obviously. Finally, when the tree of nostalgia was ripe, New Kids on the Block went on a reunion tour (the first of many). I bought a ticket. I was INSANELY excited. 

Then, I got pregnant and was so sick with nausea I couldn't go.

It is a multi-generational plot to prevent me from seeing Jordan Knight in person. 

Again, only reasonable response.  

I once argued passionately to my mother that the New Kids on te Block were going to be bigger than the Beatles. This argument is burned into my memory because my mother reminds me of it ONCE. A. WEEK. At least. 

They were my first boy band. My first true pop music crush and the first time music and the emotion it can evoke really affected me.  

Even after I get rid of the last of my memorabilia - years after the last reunion tour, know this.

New Kids on the Block, I'll be loving you (forever)

Were you a NKOTB fan? Who was your favorite New Kid? I promise not to judge...too harshly.  

 


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Flashback Friday: Youthful Politics

Welcome to Flashback Friday, where I delve deep into the piles of my childhood memorabilia so that we can reminisce, laugh at the bad perms, and finally prove that merely throwing away your NKOTB door hanging does not diminish your love for Jordan Knight.

Listen, people. This is not all fun and games and Lisa Frank. It’s time for me to share some darker aspects of my past. I wasn’t always the super-gorgeous, super-smart, super-liberal (and super-humble!) redhead you see now before you.

In fact, the entirety of my childhood and adolescent years I was a Bible-beating, super-judgmental, conservative.

Flashback Friday: All About Us

Tomorrow my husband and I will celebrate our ten year anniversary. Surrounded by our nearest and dearest, we plan to renew our vows in the front yard and then party late into the night in our back yard.

When I look back now, I realize marriage really intimidated me. I was a child of divorce. Even though my mother had remarried and her and my stepfather had (and still have) a great relationship, I was worried. I knew I loved Nicholas. I knew I was ready to be in a committed relationship but, in a way marriage seemed like a roll of the dice.

How could I stack the odds in my favor?

Flashback Friday: Lisa Frank diary

Welcome to Flashback Friday, where I delve deep into the hoards piles of my childhood memorabilia so that we can reminisce, laugh at the bad perms, and finally prove that merely throwing away your NKOTB door hanging does not diminish your love for Jordan Knight.

I’m a keeper. I keep things. I keep photos and souvenirs and clothing and every single issue of my high school newspaper (and college...and middle school...and elementary...don't you dare judge me).

There are a million reasons I keep. I’m an only child and always had my own room to pile high with mementos. I come from a long line of keepers. I’m a historian at heart. 

The reason doesn’t really matter - what matters is that we exploit this stuff to maximum entertainment capacity!

Let’s begin at the beginning. I’ve been journaling for as long as I can remember. Recently, whilst sorting through the piles, I found my very. first. diary.