********************It's been a very long time since I was 14 years old. So long, in fact, that at times it seems like it was an entire lifetime ago while at other times it doesn't seem like it was as long ago as it really was. Talk about a contradiction in terms!
Having a teenage daughter in the house can certainly make those years seem even longer ago as I listen to the music of some of Amanda's favorite bands (My Chemical Romance, Avenged Sevenfold, and Fall Out Boy to name a few), watch some of the anime cartoons that she is so fond of (Full Metal Alchemist, Naruto, and Bleach to name a few of those), or question her about her choice of wardrobe (not THAT hoodie again, have you even taken it off to wash it??).
But then she'll do somehing that makes me really remember what it was like to be a 14-year old girl. She did one of those things this weekend ...
When we were up visiting my friend Trish in Jewett City last week, Amanda made mention that her friend Dan lived somewhere in Griswold (which Jewett City is part of). Trish asked where and Amanda said she didn't know exactly so Trish suggested looking up his address in the phone book. Sure enough - the number was listed which then led to a search on Google maps to see just where the street was as it sounded familiar but we couldn't quite place it (I lived in Jewett City myself a good number of years ago). Come to find out Dan lives not too far from where I used to live and very close to where Trish's ex-husband currently lives ('tis a small world after all!).
Amanda said it felt a bit like being a "stalker" to have looked up Dan's address but I didn't see the harm in it as the kid has been to my house numerous times and he obviously knows where Amanda lives so what's the harm in us knowing where he lives? Besides, it wasn't like we had looked up his address and then drove over to find his house ... yet ...
On Saturday, after a visit at my mother's house, I had to drive Amanda out to her friends' house in Preston for a sleep-over and the best route of travel was through - you guessed it - Jewett City. And not only was it through Jewett City but it was the part of town that was very close to Dan's house.
I looked at Amanda and said, "so, do you want to see where Dan lives?" She giggled (giggled??) and answered "yes" so I took a slight detour and after a couple of wrong turns we found ourselves on his street and -- ohmigod! - there was his house! At that point my wanna-be-Goth-but-not-really daughter with the black fingernails and funky-colored hair let out with a loud squeal-like noise ... oh good grief ... she was even more of a 14-year old girl than I had thought! At that point she covered her mouth and said, "oh no, did I just squee like a fangirl?"
For those not familiar with the vernacular, according to the Urban Dictionary a squee and fangirl is defined as:
fangirl:Uh ... yeah ... you kinda did there, kiddo ...
1. (derogatory) a female fan, obsessed with something (or someone) to a frightening or sickening degree. Often considered ditzy, annoying and shallow.
2. (playful, good-natured) less extreme, a female fan who can laugh at their own passion for their particular interest (or even obsession).
A noise primarily made by an over-excited fangirl, however it has spread rapidly and is now widely spread among the web community.
After we got ourselves turned around (darn the luck, Dan lives on a dead-end road!) and back on our way to Preston without having Dan and his Dad come down the road in the opposite direction, I told Amanda that she had just committed one of the rites of passage of all teenage girls known as the drive-by. I then explained to her that since the dawning of time if there were teenage girls with access to cars who knew where the guys they liked lived, there had been drive-bys.
Looking at me rather incredulously she asked if I had ever done such a thing and I had to laugh as it brought back memories of my high school days in Willimantic with my good friend Diane G. Her Dad owned a heating and air-conditioning business and whenever I would spend the weekend at her house, which was often, we'd jump in her Dad's truck and go cruising past the home of the guy she liked and then the home of the one I liked. Her Dad could never figure out why it took us so long to run a simple errand or why there were so many miles on his truck!
I remembered exactly what it felt like to have a crush on a guy and how even just the sight of his house could get my heart fluttering and my palms sweating ... and, at that moment, it didn't seem like it had been over 30 years ago.
It appears that she's definitely my daughter!