My Old Room

My sister Jodi is all settled in Nebraska now. She's living at our parents' house while she waits for her house here to sell, then she'll move into her own place. Our parents still live in the same house we grew up in, so she and Ciara (the 7-month old) are sleeping in my old room and Jada (2) is sleeping next door in what used to be my sis's room. It's weird to think about that. In my mind, my old room still has posters everywhere of Rob Lowe, Corey Feldman, Michael Jordan, and the entire cast of As The World Turns. That used to be my favorite show. I wrote psycho fan letters to every cast member and got a ton of autographed pictures back, so I posted all of them on the walls and on the back of my door. I even cut out some pictures from magazines and put those up in the vacant spaces, so my entire door was a collage-like shrine to the show. I had the pictures up so long the tape on the back of them got really sticky and sort of fossilized, so when it was time to take them down I had to use peanut butter. I was a nut. I don't even watch the show anymore.

I was fat in through most of elementary and junior high and by the time I got skinny as a sophomore in high school it was too late to get really good at individual sports, so I didn't have a lot of medals to display in my room. I did keep my 7th grade spelling bee trophy on display. In 8th grade I think I got knocked out in the first round, but in 7th grade I got easy words and made it all the way to the final two, then some guy misspelled the word "version" and I spelled it right, then spelled the next word right, and I won. I still misspell stuff sometimes, but spelling errors but the crap out of me. I decided to quit dating a girl once when she misspelled the word "definitely." She always wrote "definately" in emails and it bugged me. It wasn't just a typo because she did it constantly. There were other words too. Very Seinfeldish of me.

So anyway, Jodi and Ciara have taken over my old room and Jada is next door. It gives me the warm fuzzies to think about them being all tucked in there. I've talked to Jada on the phone a couple of times since they moved, but so far she has been more concerned with coloring than with talking to Aunt Nenny. I hope she doesn't forget me.