So, I am sitting here, attempting to type this post. And I say attempting, because these extra long fake nails I am wearing are making it near impossible to do. We are going to a halloween party tomorrow night and my costume involves lots of fake nails and aqua net.
I was telling my mom (Grammy, if you ever read my comments) yesterday that I don't know how she did anything in the 80s with these crazy long nails. And boy did hers look great. She owned a nail salon at the time. Many of my childhood memories take place in that salon, watching my mom put these ridiculously long nails on women, nails so long they couldn't get their own money out of their wallets and would ask me to help. Isn't it funny to think back to your childhood and think of it from an adult perspective?
One of my most vibrant memories at the salon was sitting at one of her nail tech's desks, watching the women all get up and start singing "Father Figure" by George MIchael. I remember at the time feeling a combination of complete mortification and fascination over these "old people" acting so crazy. Then I realize that my mom was, oh, like 29 years old. I was nine at the time. funny right? I am three years older than that now and I certainly don't feel old.
But as I called out to Olivia this morning as she was leaving the car I realized that the time is already upon me where soon she will begin to get completely embarrassed by my actions. It's going to be intense, because I am well aware that the majority of my actions are worthy of the head duck or eye roll. I sing extremely loud, and often in public. Kung Fu kicks in the middle of stores is a commonality. I call her pet names all the time like punkin pie. Dude is an everyday exclamation around here. As I think of all these elements I wonder what memories she will have of me from childhood. Will she remember the time I did the roundhouse kick in the middle of the movie theatre right in front of some incredulous woman? I hope so.
And Mom, you did a great George Michael impression.
