For instance, after watching Napoleon Dynamite with my two-year-old son for about the 137th time this month, I couldn’t stop humming the song “We’re Going to Be Friends.” But is it available on the ND soundtrack? Of course not. Nor is it available on iTunes (although there is a pretty sweet Jack Johnson version I downloaded). Finally, I realized I'd have to buy the original CD whence the song came…and just a few weeks ago, I became the proud owner of The White Stripes’ White Blood Cells. Yay for me. Back to sleep.
Last month, my mission was to track down the cheesy romance novel I loved at age eleven: Dreams Can Come True by Jane Claypool Miner (I blogged about this book, among others, over on HarperTeen’s MySpace page). My parents had long since tossed my original copy...but thanks to the magic of the Internet, I found it used on Amazon for a penny. A penny! I was so excited when it arrived on my doorstep. As I clutched the worn copy, I wondered if it might actually be the very one that used to sit on my bookshelf, once upon a time. It brought back so many memories of lying on my Laura Ashley comforter in the hot-pink-and-white room of my youth, staring at my walls plastered with pictures of a pre-Brothers and Sisters Rob Lowe, a very pre-TomKat Tom Cruise (hottest new actors ever in the film adaptation of S.E. Hinton’s The Outsiders), Michael Jackson (c'mon! All the girls loved him before he had his face surgically removed), and Boy George (no, I had no idea he was gay).
Getting my hot little hands on these sought-after items was great, to be sure. But today, I found the Holy Grail. As I mentioned, my son’s a bit obsessed with Napoleon Dynamite. He doesn’t just want to watch the dance scene ad infinitum…no, he wants to dress just like ND in said scene. Fortunately, we can do the jeans. We can even do the moon boots, thanks to a holiday gift from Jack’s grandparents (they were supposed to be for trips to the snow…but, well, we don’t get much snow in L.A.). And, yes, we were able to do the ringer-tee—a hand-me-down from his cousin. All it needed were the words VOTE FOR PEDRO—which I quickly made with a laser printed create-your-own-iron-on sheet.
Just one problem: After a few washings, the VOTE FOR PEDRO iron-on disintegrated, and Jack has NOT been happy. So...I began a mad search for a new ringer-tee—and this time I’d get real iron-on letters. Alas, no matter how much I Googled, I found nothing (red with gray trim? Yes. Green with blue trim? Bien sur. White with navy trim? Nothing doing). I’d almost given up hope. Then, today at Target…there they were [cue angels singing as the heavens open and cast down a magical glow]: Piles and piles of white shirts with navy trim! I bought three, and Jack is gonna be stoked. After all, becoming irrationally fixated on something we want—no matter how small—kind of runs in the family.