I am something of a sentimental fool. I’ve cried at commercials, I’m a sucker for holiday traditions, and I love marigolds because they remind me of my grandmother’s garden. I realized, though, that many of the things I get mushy about are somewhat off the beaten path. The top five that come to mind are:
- Joe Dirt. Yes, the goofy David Spade movie. When my husband and I were on our honeymoon, we ended up watching it because I got whammied with horrible horrible menstrual cramps and I didn’t want to move. It has since been known as our “honeymoon movie.”
- The Simpsons. They trigger fond memories for so many reasons, including my college mentor, whose name was Bart Simpson, and my trip to Italy, where I saw a pack of Simpsons action figures called “The Americans.”
- Ketchup, binoculars, and Cinderella, a.k.a “chepet,” “knockywurs,” and “Boo ChaCha,” according to my children when they were toddlers.
- Soldering irons. One of the nicest gifts I ever received was a soldering iron from my friend Kyle, for my 18th birthday. He got it for me because he knew I missed the jewelry classes I took in high school and I didn’t have many tools to tinker with at home.
- I’m doing this last one backwards. When Mr. B and I first met, we worked together at a theater. I was a carpenter and he was a sound guy. During a particularly crappy load-in, I was working on a project that would not come together. Apparently my frustration was visible all the way up in the booth, because suddenly The Rock, Dwayne Johnson, boomed out through the sound system. Mr. B had chosen a special song for sound check, just to remind me that I needed to relax.