On all of the blogging communities I belong to, a common topic is about how to keep coming up with fresh things to write about.
My problem isn't thinking of ideas. I think of ideas constantly. The difficulty for me is remembering them. To counter this (and with my recent commitment to write more often), I try to keep a small notebook handy at all times. Get an idea; take a note. When that fails, I record voice notes into my phone and send them to myself. No dissertation; just a few words to jog the old noggin.
So the last one was "Peggy Sue. Teeth."
Alone in my hotel room in Denver a few nights ago, my TV choices were Peggy Sue Got Married or a repeat of Deadliest Catch.
It was a tough choice but I went with the 1986 Kathleen Turner movie. (As a side note, Kathleen Turner was the keynote speaker at my college graduation. She walked by me on her way up to the stage and pointing to my Golden Key Honour Society sash inquired, "What's that gold thing mean?" I mumbled something as she walked away. I'm sure it sounded like, "It means I can't form a sentence in the presence of celebrity. Blubbub. Fub. Dub. Wait - come back!")
Awful movie but the one scene in Peggy Sue Got Married which always stands out to me is when Peggy Sue asks, "Grandpa, if you had a chance to go back and do it all differently, what would you have changed?"
Barney replies, "Well, I woulda taken better care of my teeth."
So of course that made me think of my step-mom / aunt, whom we'll call Moo Moo. That's what my kids call her and you know how I love using nicknames here. (No, she's not fat.)
Growing up, Moo Moo was obsessed with clean teeth. Or so it seemed in my youthful mind.
Oh yeah... in case you've been wondering about the whole "step-mom / aunt" thing, it's as simple as this:
My dad was remarried to my mom's sister. Yes, the younger model. No, that's not why my mom and dad got divorced. Everyone got along just fine. Mom remarried years ago too. Yeah, maybe something which would be on Jerry Springer. "Uncle Dad" - yep, wicked funny.
You can imagine how many times I've said all these things in the past 40 years since it all went down.
But I digress. We were talking about oral hygiene.
Up until about about the age of eight, I got away with the toothpaste on the shirt trick. My parents never asked "Did you brush your teeth?" They just saw the mess in the sink and the white pasty spot on my shirt and assumed it was so. They also assumed I was a total freakin' slob which wasn't ideal, but I had to pick my battles.
When I finally went to the dentist and had like, five cavities, they caught on. I was screwed.
You know how the mothers in old fashioned TV shows would always ask their kids if they were wearing clean underwear before they left the house?
Every other weekend and during all school vacations (re: custody agreement), Moo Moo made my and my siblings' dental hygiene her personal mission. Nobody left the house without a full inspection.
"Let's see those pearly whites," she would sing in her best June Cleaver voice.
If I somehow escaped without going through the Colgate lineup, she'd hunt me down. You can only imagine how embarrassing it was to get a phone call at a friend's house and have to drearily explain, "I gotta go home and brush my teeth."
Don't worry, eventually I figured out on my own that not brushing the ol' grill was just plain gross. Probably around the time I decided that boys weren't gross.
And then just the other day, I actually caught myself chiding my kids, "Let me see those pearly whites."
I admit that actually have to hold Spidey's face in a headlock some days to get the tops of his gums to gleam.
It must be genetic.
Now I know why. BrushPicks totally rock. (And no, this is not a paid advertisement. I seriously can't live without these things now.)
Flossing is so 1986.
If you do nothing else for yourself today, take great care of your teeth.