Jersey Girls: Connecticut or Bust...
A whimsical mother/daughter journey in search of a real-life equivalent to the small town in Connecticut from the beloved TV show, Gilmore Girls. Though Stars Hollow only exists in the show, we are dedicated to creating our own Gilmore-esque adventure!
So this is the story all about how, our lives got twisted upside down...Wait! Wrong television show reference. Let's start this again. On July 17, Ellie and Isabelle left their place of residence. That request came from... there I go again.
Thanks to growing up in Ship Bottom (a very small Jersey shore town where everyone knew everyone) in the sixties and seventies, my brain is chocked full of sit-com theme songs and endless movie, TV and music references. My sister and I spent summers crabbing on the dock with hot dog-baited traps, catching waves and collecting shells, riding bikes and hanging out with friends on the block. But we did not miss our favorite weekly TV shows. We did not rely on VCR's, DVR's, or Netflix. Just incredible memories to retain those TV stories and ABC Movies of the Week for future reference.
Anyone who knows me is painfully aware that I can access an example of a situation for any occasion to aptly mirror the current one -- in the parable-like form of a book, TV or movie sound bite. I have always had the names of characters and the actors who play them on the tip of my tongue. My college thesis compared Dickens characters to the Muppets. Seriously. Thank goodness my daughter understands my problematic passion for creative expression. She caught the bug all on her own, which makes this Ulysses-seque journey even more like a buddy film for us. Ellie, or as I call her Isabelle (since we were both named after a long line of Isabelles back to Ireland, including my beloved mom and great aunt), has been singing to soundtracks in the car with me since she was 2, beginning with Blue's Big Movie Musical, and of course Barney's Magical Adventure. Oh, man! Now I can hear the traveling music queing up in my head, so I guess that the imaginary Lorelei I am channeling is beckoning me to load the car (sorry, no yellow Jeep in this driveway), and to remember not to oversleep --leaving no time to dress like a mature parent-- the way she did on Rory's first day at Chilton.
No cowboy boots and cut-offs here, so I will settle for the fun-sized chocolate bar journey of a lifetime with my daughter and my GG- loving sister Dianne, who will end up snapping all of the annoying GG-inspired shots for the blog. These Jersey Gilmore Girls will be sporting flip flops, drinking iced coffees and hitting Wawas before we reach the Connecticut border. Thelma and Louise? Nah. Think of it as a girl flick fashioned from a blog, made into a summer beach reading book, picked up for a movie deal on Netflix, then prompting scores of mother/daughter teams to mimic our blog and path.
Can you see where this is going? A Year In The Life: The Condensed Version
And so it begins...
Anyone who knows me is painfully aware that I can access an example of a situation for any occasion to aptly mirror the current one -- in the parable-like form of a book, TV or movie sound bite. I have always had the names of characters and the actors who play them on the tip of my tongue. My college thesis compared Dickens characters to the Muppets. Seriously. Thank goodness my daughter understands my problematic passion for creative expression. She caught the bug all on her own, which makes this Ulysses-seque journey even more like a buddy film for us. Ellie, or as I call her Isabelle (since we were both named after a long line of Isabelles back to Ireland, including my beloved mom and great aunt), has been singing to soundtracks in the car with me since she was 2, beginning with Blue's Big Movie Musical, and of course Barney's Magical Adventure. Oh, man! Now I can hear the traveling music queing up in my head, so I guess that the imaginary Lorelei I am channeling is beckoning me to load the car (sorry, no yellow Jeep in this driveway), and to remember not to oversleep --leaving no time to dress like a mature parent-- the way she did on Rory's first day at Chilton.
No cowboy boots and cut-offs here, so I will settle for the fun-sized chocolate bar journey of a lifetime with my daughter and my GG- loving sister Dianne, who will end up snapping all of the annoying GG-inspired shots for the blog. These Jersey Gilmore Girls will be sporting flip flops, drinking iced coffees and hitting Wawas before we reach the Connecticut border. Thelma and Louise? Nah. Think of it as a girl flick fashioned from a blog, made into a summer beach reading book, picked up for a movie deal on Netflix, then prompting scores of mother/daughter teams to mimic our blog and path.
Can you see where this is going? A Year In The Life: The Condensed Version
And so it begins...
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