Feeling nostalgic this morning, I opened the jar and went through the contents to discover the following treasures:
1 - a ring from the Freedom Train field trip
2 - a piece of the Berlin wall I hacked off myself during a trip to Germany in 1990
3 - two original "I want my MTV" buttons
4 - an "I had sex with ET" button and a "hot cross nuns" button. I have no idea what either of these things means, but am confident that at some point I thought these made me subversive and interesting.
5 - a jaw harp (WTF?)
6 - two Buffalo Sabres hockey pucks (because I am such a huge sports fan)
7 - the cork from the bottle of champagne Canetto had the night we got engaged (and that we offered to share with the homeless man on the steps next to us -- he opted for a beer instead)
8 - the wrapper from a Cohiba cigar
9- an "Ira" key chain. Neither an homage to the Irish Republican Army (although, they do have a number of fantastic premium items available) nor to my retirement account. Rather, it is an homage to my friend, Ira, who not only made this in shop class and presented it to me as a gift, but now that we're adults, hosts us for butt plug themed parties.
10 - assorted 80s band buttons (ooohh...the meat puppets...I was so punk)
11 - a humongous button from my tenure as a waitress at the Red Lobster, something I wanted to commemorate after 1) bursting into tears when a customer noted that his "guaranteed 15-minute lunch" took 20 minutes to get delivered to his table and 2) waiting on Rerun from What's Happening! (he was a great tipper).
12 - a 10 cent stamp from the United Nations
13 - Assorted junior high, high school and college pins - (is it really possible to have Marlin pride?)
14 - a pin commemorating my short stint as the lead singer of all-girls' band [sic]
15 - some kind of psychedelic guitar pick and a giant penny
Wondering when to break it to my daughter that this is her inheritance,