Dearest Melanie, I’m sorry that I missed this prompt the other day. Please forgive me. To compensate for my failure, I have entitled this post “A Nickel Short of Dollar,” because I’m obviously not all there.
Now that I have suitably humiliated myself, I shall do as you say and find the first coin that I can and tell you about my year.
I’m at work, currently, and cannot dig through my couch cushions or the floor of my car. I certainly don’t carry a purse, or even a murse. I do, however, keep spare change in my drawer for when I get the munchies (no, I don’t smoke) and need a vending machine to save me.
I pulled the drawer open and found a quarter and three dimes waiting for me. Yeee! I’m rich! Seriously, though, I chose the quarter as to not be unfair to two of the dimes. My quarter had the year 2002 emblazoned on it.
I can honestly say I don’t remember much of anything that happened that year. The twins were two years old. I was 25. We lived in our own house, which we couldn’t afford. I believe we actually filed for bankruptcy at the end of 2002 because the independent loan broker couldn’t get us refinanced like he promised us he could. Who knew you couldn’t trust an independent loan broker? Go figure. But, live and learn. And learn I did.
I spent the majority of 2002 working and taking care of children. The twins and my (then) step-children, to be precise. My ex-wife was working full-time and going to college. While she earned an accounting degree, I played Mr. Mom. I was cooking, cleaning, kid-wrangling, changing two stinky asses, helping with homework, and all the other fun stuff a parent is responsible to do.
So it looks like 2002 was a particularly bland year. I’m sure I had all sorts of fun with the twins because I loved playing with them, but for the life of me I can’t remember one single thing that happened and that sucks. I never had a video camera until 2006 and that is one thing I would go back in time and change if I could. I would love to have video of the twins as infants and toddlers. They were soooo much fun at those ages. Not to say that they’re not fun now, but it’s different. They’re young men now. Young men with smart ass mouths that they most certainly didn’t inherit from me.
Ah…oh well.
So here we are. That wonderful part of the post where I ask for audience participation. What was 2002 like for you, dearest reader? Did something of consequence actually happen to you that year? Or was it just the mundane day-to-day existence like I lived?
Outtake
- While proof reading this post, I found that I had typed couch cousins instead of couch cushions. I can’t even imagine what the hell I was thinking as I typed that.
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I graduated high school in ’02, and spent the bulk of the year quite happy that the year itself was a palindrome. I hosted a bonfire that would introduce to me to my best friend since that day. I found out my parents were surprisingly okay with my gay and transgender and polyamorous friends so long as they ate a lot of food and didn’t complain about math. I got my first big gig working on a Fortune 500′s design project… and realized that I loved small business way too much to ever sell my soul like that again. My dad went blind that year from diabetes, so I stayed home instead of going away for school, and I learned to weave on a loom. So, 2002… it was alright.
Also, you should totally start a fancy pillow company called Couch Cousins.
Wow, sounds like 2002 was mostly good to you, and very busy.
I was working in a shithole in birmingham and declined to put my name on a house. What a great year! My team won the cup so it all evens out.
Yay!!
I graduated from my undergraduate university degree and got my first real job
Oh and I was 23
Woohoo!!
Sadly all I can remember about that year is that I entered a new decade (can’t even remember celebrating that…) and started an ‘exercise diary’ (and actually exercising a bit
) as I was trying to get more active after an illness that sucked out all my energy.
Thanks for the link to my post
Seems you remember about as much as I do.
Wait, you had twins at 25? How the hell does someone survive something like that?
I was 22 when they were born. And it has been a whirlwind.
WHAT?! 22?! My respect for you just went to another level.
One step up from the bottom, huh? Yay!!
You had already been forgiven. It was a Sunday prompt and Sundays aren’t hot for blogging prompts. I’m glad you back-posted, tho. Thank you!
As for me, 2002 is a blur. I was bartending. I woke up at 3pm, went to work at 7pm, and partied until 3am. Repeat. As the year built, so did my desire to start college, in another state to leave that lifestyle behind. I could probably remember more if I hadn’t accepted so many shots from the regulars.
Haha.
2002? I know I was working full-time, that meant over 8 hrs a day. It was the year we went to Southern Ireland on holiday, but that’s about it. Age and time wait for no one, especially in the brain department.
Ugh, I know.
And I bet in another 10 years, we’ll have forgotten about this too! Maybe I should start writing diaries of my favourite posts? It could be interesting to look back and think WTF!
Hahaha. I’m sure these will still be floating around the internet in 10 years, though the internet will be vastly different then.
I doubt I’ll have the capabilities by then to even figure out how to use the internet!
Have faith, sure you will.
I do what I can.
I have every faith in you too.
Damn, is this getting a bit sickly sweet? Nah, a splattering of sugar coating is always a good thing, now and again. 
Sugar high!
Yeah!!
2002… Golly. My brain is now screaming: THAT’S OVER A DECADE AGO, I CAN’T REMEMBER THAT FAR BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It was the year I turned 22, I don’t think I had a boyfriend, I sang in a church choir and with a local university choir, I had a job working for a car finance broker, and I thought I was called to the ordained ministry. I’m sure some other things happened, but I can’t remember much. It might have been that summer when I seriously lost my voice and could only croak for a fortnight, which was definitely not fun!
I know! It’s hard to remember that far back. How sad are we?
Not sad, we’ve just lived a lot since then and so there’s a lot of memories to sift through and work out when the events happened! I’ve just remembered something else that happened in 2002 that’s really vitally important. My eldest niece was born (which means it was probably 2001 when I lost my voice).
We could really test each other and try to remember 1992. Don’t ask me to remember 1982; I was born in 1980 and don’t really remember life as a toddler!
Hmmm….in 1992 i was a freshman in high school. In 1982 I had just moved to the Cincinnati area from Toledo, but I only know that because of my parents…
Despite reading a reasonable amount of American literature, I still haven’t worked out what ages roughly correspond to what grades and what things like Freshman and Junior and Senior mean in relation to that.
In 1992, I was in my first year of High School (ages 11 to 12 here in the UK, now referred to as being in year 7, ie the 7th year of education) and one thing of note was that I got confirmed actually on my 12th birthday, which was kind of cool.
Okay, in 1992 I was 15.
Thank you for enlightening me. Now, if only I can somehow remember this information!
Bookmark the page? lol
That sounds too much like common sense to me…
You’re right. Never mind.
This post of yours brought up a few things for me… 1. I wish I was a mom. I think I’d be a great mom. I wonder if it will ever happen for me. Yes, I wish very badly to be a mom. 2. Thinking back to 2002. Haven’t thought of that year for a while. I remember it wasn’t a good year. I think I was doing a lot of drugs, to be honest, and really confused as to what I wanted to do with myself, college or work, or get high… I chose college, but didn’t make it there until 2004. I arrived in SLC in ’04 and I remember wishing I had gotten there in ’02 because I would have been able to be there for the Winter Olympics… Which would have been bad ass… 3. If I could go back in time and change something, I would go back and move to SLC for college on 2002 instead of 2004… yep, I’d do that!! Oh, and 4. Twindaddy, I bet your a great dad. I think you’re really great!! ~ Jen
Better late than never!
2002 — Came back to the US after 5 years abroad. Europe was fun but home is home. Glad we came back.
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