I’m thinking of tossing all the baby’s clothes for the week into a teeny army green duffle bag, and bon voyaging Ehren with a thermos and a sandwich.
Thinking about baby laundry after a very long week is kind of wearing me out. I used to do that to my dad with Jordan back in the day. Stuff her laundry into a bag stuffed neatly into her suitcase, and my dad would whistle while he worked, getting all kinds of stains out and feeding baby Jordan, and I’d be at home by myself sleepin’. It’s different with the in-laws, I imagine.
Because I don’t have enough to do either at work or at home, I’ve decided to fill my massive blocks of free time by building a better blog in 31 days. Paul Steinbrueck has such a friendly Twitter profile pic and for some reason he started following me and you know I’m off my meds, so how could I resist joining his church? Well, not his church, don’t be silly, but his blog at ourchurch.com as he sponsors the build a better blog thing. It starts Monday, and I’m sure he still has room for you. Doesn’t Jesus say there’s always room for one more at the end of the pew? Or something like that? Go sign up.
Christine at Raised Queer has started Family Defined, a new feature highlighting non-traditional families which, truth be told, are becoming way more traditional than some people want you to think. She is calling for guest posts. Since I never, ever blog about my highly traditional and not-at-all unnormal family, I’ll let you have it. I have cookies to bake and pearls to polish and closet skeletons to whitewash. It’s work work work all the time.
Looks like it’s gonna be me and Jordan this summer while Jon Alex is at camp, Ehren is in NoTex and Samantha is being retrained at Animal Crackers. She won a lottery spot for the special needs camp in California, and that’s about the only thing about it that’s gone right. If it’s one thing I’ve learned when it comes to my little mama, when something doesn’t feel right, turn the car around and take her home. In this case, don’t put her on the plane.
So I’m bribing her. High school looms and who wouldn’t want to start the year on the 1000 Best Dressed list? I’m not fashion forward enough to hope for Top 100, but neither will we be scraping the bottom with the Goth and stoner kids and whoever has the misfortune of being the 2010 version of the 1985 me. We’ll spend the camp money on clothes and shoes and hair and pink toenails. I’m getting excited just thinking about it.
Your favorite high school fashion memories in comments…
Thank you Erica for linking to Family Defined…that was a really nice surprise this morning!
In 1985 (I believe) I had retired my legwarmers and was rockin’ the ‘like a virgin’ look. And jelly shoes. Trust me, it was spectacular:)
.-= Christine is dying for you to read I feel Snarky…..Oh so Snarky =-.
I was 100% non-preppy, mismatched nerd. High school high society wasn’t exactly my thing.
Weekends: I had a completely bright turquoise and day-glo yellow wardrobe. I wore white Keds with no laces. I had enormous pale blue specs with bifocals. I wore a plaid uniform jumper with a white peter-pan collared blouse to school every day. I sang along with Oingo Boingo and Flock of Seagulls on the radio (106.7 KROQ) and I had a super curly perm in my hair.
Oh, the halcyon days.
You’re welcome.
.-= Voix is dying for you to read Come see me! =-.
I’m not gonna bother to look up the word halcyon since I’m sure it means overly awesome. Why the perm when your hair is already curly?
Hey Erica, thanks for mentioning the group blog project. I’m glad you decided to be a part of it.
It’s not often I come across a post that mentions Jesus in one paragraph and “Raised Queer” in the next. That’s awesome! U know Jesus had the ultimate non-traditional family. His mom was a virgin & then he had a bunch of step-brothers & sisters.
BTW, I was into metal/hair bands in high school, but I guess there’s not much chance of me slipping back into to my high school fashion now that I have no hair.
.-= Paul Steinbreuck is dying for you to read Get a Free Copy of Addition by Adoption by @KevinHendricks =-.
Paul, thanks for stopping by! I’m trying to picture you with long blond hair. Pictures, please!
BTW, at the fringe, we’re open to everyone except mean people.
Fortunately there were no digital cameras, cell phone cameras, or Facebook “back in the day.”
.-= Paul Steinbreuck is dying for you to read Get a Free Copy of Addition by Adoption by @KevinHendricks =-.
How goes the separation anxiety, mama? And by the way, good call on the not-camp-sending for J. I am a firm believer in trusting those mama bear instincts.
And should those mama bear instincts tell you to take a visit to MN anytime soon . . .
.-= Voix is dying for you to read Come see me! =-.
Haha…we may have to meet somewhere. I’ve already crossed Minn. off my bucket list.
Right after I signed up I realized that it may be a good idea to make Blissville a F Bomb Free zone for the month of May
My high school fashion? Two words Glamour Shot! eek! Remember those?!
.-= Tex In The City is dying for you to read Making Like Wilson Philips and Holding On For One More Day =-.
Okay, for the month at the fringe? No profanity. At all. Place your over/unders, please!
oh dear! preppy. very, very preppy. i *shudder* at the amount of matching that i attempted to make happen. *and* two words: big hair!
.-= Minnesota Mamaleh is dying for you to read Minnesota Mamaleh: “The B Word” =-.
I would have been soooo jealous of you and your matching preppiness. Did your friends call you Buffy? We had a few of those. At my predominately black, inner city high school. Dooney & Burke 4-evah.