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!
I just came across these pictures that Jan took of Millie and her beloved dogie pal, Taco.
Taco isn’t the only one who got a treat! I feel like I got one too!
No doubt after all the man-handling that dog was put through he earned that there biscuit.
Ah, Taco! we miss you. The other day we were at Pet’s Mart (just for fun) and Millie wanted to buy you a dogie sweater. I was afraid that other Spring City dogs would mock you, but wondered if maybe your mommy Ada would look down from heaven and approve of a little sweater on you?
Perhaps come Christmas we could send you a package…
At any rate, we are thinking of you and missing you, old friend.
(*Unless you are a chorus girl from the 1930’s and are in the middle of rehearsing for a Broadway musical.)
I recently spent a Saturday in NYC – a place where I get an eye-full of of whatever is cool and trendy – I saw a lot of rompers on all body types. And I have to say that my conviction remains solidly in place – rompers were meant for babies and not us ladies… in public, anyway.
Okay, maybe poolside is an acceptable place to wear one of these jobs – yesterday I saw a lady in one and it made sense by the pool.
I don’t know where my fashion authority suddenly comes from?! Do you? I just feel what I feel and then decide to get bossy about it, I suppose. Perhaps Joan Rivers will read this and invite me to be on her show where she and her daughter make judgments about who looked good at the Oscars and who looked silly. Because, like Joan and Melissa**, I know what I am talking about! Can’t you just see me? I’d say, “WHAT was she thinking wearing a ROMPER to the Oscars?! I just want to wrap her up in a pastel baby’s blanket, tickle her under he chin and say coochie coo!”
(**Seriously, who decided to make them fashion gurus? It’s a little odd. On the other hand, I am TOTALLY QUALIFIED to boss people around and tell them what they can and can not wear!)
I have become a “lazy bones” in the blog department.
The thought of uploading pictures sends me into an emotional tail spin. Well, not really – I just thought it would be fun to sound dramatic.
Any-who – if you want to see something cool, from a person who, unlike myself, is a faithful blogger – go and check this out.
So you know where you are being directed it is two short videos of songs that my family performed at Chas and Sam’s wedding lunch.
What happy memories!
The boys sang a really fun song, which they dedicated to Chas and I think they come off looking pretty swell. AND my cute dad plays the ACCORDION! Not to be missed, my friends. (Accordion to me, you are the best, daddy o’mine!)
The girls sing a song that is very meaningful to Sam. I was just trying really hard NOT to cry (many tears were shed at the luncheon). The tears shed were”tears of joy”, but even tears of joy are not what you want to be experiencing when you are trying to SING OUT! I couldn’t even look at Sam for fear of springing a leak. At the end watch for Sara (Sam’s younger sister) wiping away her tears of joy with her trusty napkin. And I would like to explain why I bop my head around the whole time – I was DIRECTING everyone when to come in. That is what older sisters do. They feel the NEED to direct a group especially when that group is made up of mostly younger sibs. Lead, guide and stand beside, it is in the DNA of an older sister.
And if you need me to further sweeten this deal…it is in HD! That stands for “HIGH DEFINITION”, suckaz!
Don’t miss it.
Because who knows when I will reform from my lazy blogger ways.
Here is the latest and the last attempt at cramming the whole family into the slide show. I think I got at least one photo of every single person who was present at the reunion. Millie noticed all the new pictures, but then, she has watched it about 100 times. You might not spot the differences, but here it is, all the same.
Happy viewing and/or reminiscing, as the case may be.
If you are a regular visitor to this blog you will have noticed that I haven’t been writing much lately. My friend Jen contacted me last week to see if I was still alive. If only there was an “out of office reply” in such situations as these. Maybe for a blogger it could simply say, “Still here, just not feeling it.” I haven’t been feeling like posting. No reason. Just not feeling it.
I don’t think I am alone in this feeling, it happens to all of us who have blogs. Right? Sometimes the urge to blog leaves momentarily.
It is the summer holidays after all. And we ARE feeling that!
(thank you, Target dollar section – your sunglasses selection, though small, was just what our summer holiday needed)
And speaking of these lovely, long summer days I have been revisiting my slide show of our trip to England. Those were some good times! I miss that place and those people. I have just finished the final version of the slide show. One with a picture of every member of the family who was there. I don’t actually know if anyone cares…but I did it all the same. My children still feature more than the rest, but I am the mom who is putting the darn thing together and so it goes, suckaz!
Will post the final draft of that slide show soon.
just when everyone is getting sick of it and giving up their blogs, guess who is getting on the blogging bandwagon...me! That is about the time I catch on to whatever is trendy and cool, long after it is trendy and cool. At the very least I hope to amuse my sisters and my mom. I know how to pick an audience, don't I? I am not entirely sure if there will even be a theme but if you stay tuned perhaps we'll figure it out together. oxox Lize
