Whatever Happened to Gwen? A Letter to All Those Girls You Once Knew......

These days I almost forget about how much Gwen Stefani used to mean to me. She was a girl I used to know. I think I knew her pretty well. She was fun and interesting and I loved her. Sometimes I wanted to be her.

It's not as if I didn't wear out Tragic Kingdom back in the day. It was 1996 and I finally had a car with a cassette player. I was so happy. I was a senior in college and I didn't know anyone that didn't hold "Don't Speak" as their sad breakup song.

But over the years, just like friends from college tend to do, I lost touch with Gwen. Sure, I would hear different things about her. Sometimes I questioned her choices.

I wasn't ever sure that Gavin was really right for her, but then I thought, I wasn't being fair. I didn't really know him. They were cute together and seemed happy.

And then every time they had another kid, I'd think, damn Gwen! You keep having 'dem babies!

Over time, I felt like Gwen and I had less and less in common.

And then one day, from out of nowhere it seems, everybody is all up in Gwen's shit. The hell? They're either so happy for her or so mad. They can't believe she split up with Gavin. They're accusing her of cheating with Blake. They love Blake. They hate Blake. They love Gwen. They hate her. What about Miranda? What about Gavin?

I just stopped for a minute and thought, heh, I haven't heard from Gwen in so long. I stopped keeping in touch and so did she. I just hope she's happy. No matter what, she'll always hold a place in my heart. Even if we've gotten so far apart. Gwen, I still love you, girl.

(If this sounds at all familiar to you, call or write to your old besties. They're thinking of you too.....)

Reclaiming Your Childhood: Priceless

This story might take a minute to tell. Bear with me. When my sister and I were little girls, my mother took us to a large baptist church in town. Even as a child, I never remember feeling welcome there. But I do remember the lovely older couple that kept my Sunday School class. They gave us saltines and kool-aid, and I remember thinking they would be nice grandparents to have. At Christmastime, the Sunday School class was set to have a random gift exchange. Every child was supposed to bring a gift that could be exchanged with any other child.....no specific gift designations. I received the gift of an Avon 7 bead necklace which was very popular at the time. I loved it so much and was thrilled to have it! I was somewhere between 5 and 7 at the time. (Back in the 1970's and 80's, Avon was a cosmetic company that was also known for it's inexpensive jewelry. I couldn't find a price on what this necklace would have cost back then, but apparently there is ...

My Week with Rumor

My dog Rumor was an experiment. A trial offer. And all parties knew that going in. Except for maybe Rumor. Rumor was an outdoor country dog. His given name was Ruger (named after a firearm if you don't know, I didn't) which made sense for a dog raised in hunting country. He was a stray that came to live with a loving family at about the age of 1. He lived outdoors, slept in a garage crate at night, frolicked with an older dog pack and had a lovely life. We think he was about 4 years old. He had been neutered, had vet care and was by no means a "rescue". His dad offered Ruger to me on a give-it-a-try basis. He knew I wanted a dog. He told me Ruger would be sweet to me and also be my protector. He was right on both counts. He told me if it didn't work out, I could bring Ruger back to him and his wife. I could tell they were a little sad when they dropped him off. It made me glad to see that Ruger came from such ...

NYE for $200, Alex

Can we all just agree that New Year's Eve is the worst of the string of winter holidays? I would even go so far as saying it's THE WORST of all the holidays. I loved when Stanford Blatch defined a party as feeling very "forced festive". To me, most NYE parties feel that way. The idea that this is a big year-end blow-out and we'd all damn well better make it awesome! The reason I hate NYE is because it combines two of things I most hate about celebrations: cold weather and crowds. Plus it's during a time of year when everyone has already spent all their money. AND you usually have to the leave the house. ADDITIONALLY, you have to stay up late. It's a big F.U. from me on all this. I would dare say that some of my happiest New Year's memories have been spent at home in my pajamas with either my child, an S.O. or happily alone. I remember one unforgettable year of moving into a 3rd floor apartment on NYE. I rememb...

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