Remember your high school locker?

In our high school there were two sizes:  really small and skinny or big and fat. You had to wait until you were an upperclassman to get one of the fatty big ones. For the rest of the time you had to put up with the super skinny useless jobs – that you could barely get your books in and out of.

Humph!

I could hardly ever get mine open.

Every time as I stood in front of it a piece of me wondered,

“will I be able to open you”

& then I would cross my fingers and

HOPE.

I was just remembering my high school locker and the pictures I put up in it.

Oh, how I fretted over it – how I used it as a place of self expression, all the while wanting people to know WHO I WAS and being terrified that they wouldn’t get me and reject me.

(so glad these years are behind me)

I was also remembering that my mom told me that she had a picture of this guy in her high school locker…

PETER SELLERS!

You get why I feel the NEED to speak to this woman every. single. day.

right?

How many 17 year old girls had a picture of Peter Sellers in their locker?

My guess is NOT MANY.

Anyway, back to ME!

I was wondering what I would put up in my locker if I still had one.

So this is my locker as a 33 year old dame:

(click on it if you don’t want to see the squished version)

This isn’t perfect or even close to capturing everything that encompasses my current existence – remember, it is just my locker and it is just a little snap shot of what is going on in my life right now (miss-spelled words and all – the program wouldn’t let me go back and correct “extra curricular activities” for example).

Just don’t be surprised if I email you in the next little while and ask you to make “your locker” for me to post right here. I have been thinking that I need to shake things up around here and motivate myself to blog and I think OTHER people writing on it will be just the thing, she types right before she heads upstairs to take a nap.

Lazy blogger I may be but…

In defense of my nap I have just been watching five children for the past six hours on four hours of sleep the night before. If you do the math you will see why I am checking out. Does anyone have any advice for me on how to get over my insomnia?

Your advice is welcome here, as are your lockers — start thinking about this idea: What would be in my locker if I had one? You never know when I am going to hunt you down and ask you to spill it – right here all over dawesome land!

Till then, toodle pip!