Made It to Central New York and Rode the Entire Way Up with Christina Applegate at My Side (Not My Usual Listen, But Super Glad I Did)

Truth is, I viewed Kelly Bundy in the same way that Christina Applegate did. I had not idea that her character was a spoof on the kind of rock chick at the time, nor that she was far away from what that character portrayed. I also didn't know we were the same age, so much of her memories aligned with my own, including the high school years of finding punks to hang out with, seeking a counter-culture, and trying to make sense of a post-80s childhood. It makes sense that the original plan was not the Huxtables.

Another truth is I would never have paid further attention to her, except the show Dead to Me came highly recommended, it caught my attention, and I enjoyed the performances from the beginning. That is why Season 3 threw me off. What was going on with Christina Applegate. I immediately started reading everything I could, channeling my Grannie Annie who always claimed she much preferred a memoir over any one else's fiction. A lived life holds the greater wisdom.

And Christina Applegate's memoir, You With the Sad Eyes, was exactly that. I have my car loaded with books I want to finish this week, but made time for this memoir, simply because I'm intrigued about someone who was in the limelight, only to learn that the limelight was somewhat of a miraculous story full of hardships, chances, coincidences, and difficulties. Who'd of thought the bombshell was a ball of total insecurities?

Either way. I enjoyed the book and am thankful, too, that Chitunga is doing my taxes. What this means is I need to be by the phone to answer is pop-up questions. Hope I won't owe too much this year. The promotion for Full puts me in another category of nail-biting. We shall see. 

Only time will tell. And now whenever I hear Cindy Lauper's song, I will be thinking of Christina Applegate. The memoir really did take me by surprise as it was not anything like I thought it'd be.