Throwback Thursday: Sometime in the late 90s/early 00s

The date on the back of this one is missing so your guess is as good as mine.

Some beach?

Some beach?

I’m on one of those horse rides, and it looks to be in a gift shop. It could have been Virginia Beach, which would place this picture during my briefly unemployed period in Summer 1999. But based on hair lenght and my weight, it could be Ocean City a few years earlier. If I was a smoker, I could probably date it based on the price of a pack of Camels.


Only one: I really miss higher waisted pants/shorts.

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This week in the life of me

This week I’m:

Ollie is disinterested in my week.

Ollie, disinterested in my week.

Watching: Monday Night RAW, Parks and Recreation, Scandal (Mellie Grant rules) and more Friends.

Eating: Two shakes a day and a sensible-ish dinner. It’s just as crappy as it sounds.

Moving: to DDPYoga. I’m starting week six.

Reading: My Boyfriend Barfed in My Handbag . . . and Other Things You Can’t Ask Martha by Jolie Kerr, and I’ll be starting Book of Ages: The Life and Opinions of Jane Franklin by Jill Lepore. Ben Franklin’s kind of a big deal here, so I’m excited to peer into the life of his sister.

Listening: to the Best of Prince and a Guns N’Roses anthology.

Playing: 2048. I was playing EVE Online, but now I’m at the part of the game when I realize I don’t understand how any of it works, and I only understand every 10th word on the sites that are supposed to help me learn.

Working: On getting our email marketing application to speak back to our association management software (AMS). I’m also finishing up some documentation on how to get chapters to properly map in the AMS, and calculate some numbers on member acquisition and retention efforts. There are seven meetings on my calendar this week.

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Sunday (should have been Friday) Five: No Theme

You wouldn’t believe it, but I have a schedule in my planner of all of the blog posts I want to write. Someday I’ll get back on track.

love park

Random pic from a few weeks ago. I was coming home from a happy hour. I was like a room without a roof.

This weekend was perfect, because when one sees a pair of giraffes waiting for the subway on Friday afternoon, how can the weekend NOT be perfect?.

We had all of the windows and the balcony door open, and the apartment smells so fresh now I can’t get over it. I did six loads of laundry (I was down to 3 pair of panties and had to wear a fancy dress to my casual workplaceon Friday), roasted a chicken, made crockpot mac & cheese (that’s at least four dinners), grocery shopped, damp mopped the living room floor, removed a cat’s worth of cat hair from my sofa, made a bracelet, and watched the first eight episodes of Friends. WM gave me the entire series for Christmas and I’ve been intermittently laughing my head off and weeping for my lost youth.

So here is the Friday Five that I had in my Dropbox folder all weekend and didn’t think of until today. The theme is No Theme. Which fits this post.

1. What field trips, one from elementary school and one from high school, do you remember most fondly?

Elementary School: We went to the Franklin Institute in grade three and that was fun because 1) we rode the school bus. I was a walker, so wasn’t on the bus often, 2) I vaguely remember having McDonalds for lunch, although that may have been another trip, and 3) we walked through the giant heart.

High School: You’d THINK that I’d immediately say my Senior Trip to Walt Disney World, but we also went to visit embassies in Washington DC for a Humanities class I took in my senior year. The class was a double-period special class, and addressed the history, literature and art of various regions of the world. One of our visits was to the South African Embassy. This was during the last days of apartheid. (ugh so old) We were strictly warned to not ask any questions about apartheid while were were there. It was pretty intense.

2. How does your handwriting today differ from your handwriting in high school?

My handwriting has always been awful, ever since I was a kid. I suppose if I wanted to d-bag an excuse as to why, I’d say it’s because my ideas spilled out quicker than my hand would allow.

Now that I’m an adult with better fine motor skills my handwriting is — worse than ever. Legitimately awful. Axe-murderer bad.



3. What let’s-pretend game did you most enjoy when you were a child?

Before my brother was born, our third bedroom was my toy room. I pretended I was the landlord, and the room was a townhouse I was renting to my dolls and their families. So there was always soap opera-esque tales of drama and intrigue, and often I evicted families for not paying rent. Future Republican and all. Note: my family always paid the mortgage and we were never kicked out of our house. I must have picked up all of the rent/eviction stuff from television during the not-so-prosperous 1970s.

4. If you had to take the name of any one-named celebrity, whose would work best?


5. A brain, a princess, an athlete, a basket case, and a criminal: Which of these roles will you take, and which friends fill the rest?

I’ll cast myself in the brain role, and be smart enough to NOT cast the rest of the roles, mmmmkay?

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Throwback Thursday: Sixth grade dance

When I was a kid, our elementary school was Kindergarten through sixth grade, middle school was seventh and eighth grades (any longer there and I would have run away from home and joined the circus), and high school was ninth through twelfth.

This is June, 1984, the night of my sixth grade dance. I was eleven. No filter, just old-filter. (Before Instagram, I used to care enough about my old photos to whiten the whites and darken the darks and get rid of yellow overtones. Now? Screw it.)

Somewhere, a fashion blogger is taking a picture in this same dress.

Somewhere, a 35 year old “fashion” “blogger” is taking a picture in the same dress.


1) I wore my hair the same way on my (first) wedding day. I joke a lot that with only a few short-lived exceptions, I’ve worn the same three hairstyles forever. This is further proof.

2) I think this was my first go with grown-up pantyhose.

3) I remember nothing from the dance.

4) Sweet merciful crap! I think the figurine on the lamp is naked!

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