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.

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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.

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See?

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?

Gallagher.

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.

Observations:

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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Friday (okay Saturday) Five: Usage

apr4-5Happy Saturday! It’s April 5th. Even as the years are peeled off of my life’s calendar, I will always remember this day with a warm smile and a wish that all involved parties are doing well and living authentically.

Yesterday morning before leaving for work I finished week 3 of the DDP yoga program. I went out to lunch. I then went to a happy hour. (Note: I am following the exercise program, not the nutritional part. Obviously.) Those are my prime blogging times, so I didn’t get a chance to complete the Friday Five. So here we go! This week’s theme is usage.

1. What was the occasion that called for your most recent use of a power tool?

I pay rent so that other people use their power tools on my problems. Speaking of which, we’re ready to rent a home here in Southern NJ. If you know of a home for rent in the Westmont/Audubon/Haddon Heights/Haddon Twp/Oaklyn/Collingswood area (aka the PATCO line) with a fenced yard and that will allow my well-behaved pets, let me know!

2. What was the occasion that called for your most recent use of a postage stamp?

Mailing out invitations to the baby shower that you’re probably tired of hearing about. It’s tomorrow, though, and will be very lovely.

3. What was the occasion that called for your most recent use of a threatening word or gesture?

I live and drive in New Jersey, near places where Philadelphians drive to in order to get their suburban shopping mall fix. These Philadelphians, while lovely people, drive like absolute crap. I toss up my hands up in a threatening “what the heck is WRONG with you” gesture at least once every few days at a city driver who believes that they the dividing lines between lanes are merely suggestions.

4. What was the occasion that called for your most recent use of some transparent tape?

I used it a few weeks ago to tape off the end of a strand of beading wire so my beads didn’t shoof off of the other side when I was stringing. There are widgets expressly made for that purpose, but meh. Tape works.

5. What was the occasion that called for your most recent use of Wikipedia?

After seeing this video of Kid & Play on Arsenio, I used Wikipedia to look up how old Will Smith was. Will Smith is 45 years old.

WILL SMITH IS 45 YEARS OLD.

I can’t close on that depressing fact. Here’s a video to watch while I go cry. Happy birthday, Pharrell!

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Throwback Thursday: 1988

A tiny primer for those who don’t remember printed photos from film cameras: your parents would buy a roll of film and it would stay in the camera until it was finished. Then if your parents had money, it would go to a Fotomat or another photolab to get developed in a day or two. If you were us, you’d send it away in a yellow envelope and get your pictures back in a few weeks. The date the film was developed was on back of the each photo, so even if you didn’t write the date on the back (in analog pen) you’d still have an idea of when it was taken.

With that out of the way, I present to you: September, 1988. Sweet sixteen.

Slight Photoshop retouching to remove spots.

Slight Photoshop retouching to remove spots. No filter because we Olds have our own filter called “TIME.”

Observations:

1) The contents of the top shelf are as “child of the 70s/80s” as you can get, really. The yellow doll was won when I was younger a Wildwood boardwark game. The Basset Hound plushies were popular due to the Hush Puppies brand of shoes. And next to the dog is a painted Strawberry Shortcake figurine

2) The inside of my closet door had the ubiquitous lines indicating my height over the years.

3) This is my childhood bedroom, as taken from our hallway. The room is purple. There are a few posters and pinups (Jason Bateman, George Michael, riiiiiiiiiiight before my HUGE NKOTB era. The Hangin’ Tough album was just released and Please Don’t Go Girl wouldn’t hit top-10 for another few weeks), but they are on the walls that you don’t see from the hallway.

4) Since the timestamp is September, 1988, those balloons (ribbons dangling) were from my Sweet 16 party, a banging barbecue in my backyard with a DJ and a bubble machine and a bunch of my great friends. I didn’t want a party. I didn’t, that is, until a week before my birthday when I said, “hey can I have a party?” and my parents dutifully complied.

5) That shirt! So 80s! So Miami Vice/Kokomo!

6) That hat! The hipster trilby/fedora tend didn’t start yesterday, yanno. :)

7) That wrist scrunchy! When are they coming back into style?

8) My brother’s head is the shadow in the foreground. Ancient photobomb!

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