shots from the flickr archive
I am just wiped out. WIPED OUT I TELL YOU.
That Coming Of Age stuff was exhausting - and I'm not alone, there have been a flurry of emails amongst the parents of the COA kids and we were ALL sitting around on our butts yesterday.
But my house is very very clean, so if anyone wants to drop by now would be the time.
While I was sitting on my butt I spent some time browsing through my flickr archives - you know, kind of like flipping through old photo albums after a memorable family event? Except all the heads of people are missing? No? Well, that's what I was doing when I realized that much of my 2004 audience is gone and has been replaced with you guys.
So I thought I'd take a photo-trip down memory lane...
Look! Here's that beautiful field of sunflowers from our trip to Youngest's camp.
Remember that trip? Remember what my car did?
Click into July 2006 for that riveting tale.
Here's one from January 2005 -
My sister-in-law collects marbles. When Oldest was little he called them narbles.
Cuteness.
If I close my eyes really tightly and think hard, I can remember what this day in May of 05 felt like. I need a dip in that ocean RIGHT THIS MINUTE.
I'm sort of missing the Olympics...the WINTER OLYMPICS. The pageantry, the glory, the drama. Now that Survivor is over I have no decent television to report on.
I miss breakfast with my girlfriends too. We haven't had an opportunity to have an omelet at the diner in a while, though they ARE coming to have cocktails one evening at Bloghere 08.
Here's an illegal shot from inside Anthropologie, right before I was "spoken to."
I was in Anthro last week, looking for knobs for our linen cupboard and LET ME TELL YOU: I am not paying $10 per knob MR.ANTHROPOLOGIEFANCYPANTS. It was yet another dull visit to that store. I may have to break up with them.
Did I actually LIKE these two years ago? Boy, am I GLAD I didn't buy them. I HATE them now and they don't go with any of my outfits. Phew.
Ooooh. There's that tree that's dripping with crystals. You know. At that place.
Remember when I accidentally let Youngest wear his porn music shirt to school? Because I didn't know it WAS a porn music shirt? You'll be happy to know that I didn't let him wear it to church the other day. My parenting skills are definitely improving.
A great shirt - from McSweeney's. This pretty much sums up my life.
I'm bored now.
Move along.
That Coming Of Age stuff was exhausting - and I'm not alone, there have been a flurry of emails amongst the parents of the COA kids and we were ALL sitting around on our butts yesterday.
But my house is very very clean, so if anyone wants to drop by now would be the time.
While I was sitting on my butt I spent some time browsing through my flickr archives - you know, kind of like flipping through old photo albums after a memorable family event? Except all the heads of people are missing? No? Well, that's what I was doing when I realized that much of my 2004 audience is gone and has been replaced with you guys.
So I thought I'd take a photo-trip down memory lane...
Look! Here's that beautiful field of sunflowers from our trip to Youngest's camp.
Remember that trip? Remember what my car did?
Click into July 2006 for that riveting tale.
Here's one from January 2005 -
My sister-in-law collects marbles. When Oldest was little he called them narbles.
Cuteness.
If I close my eyes really tightly and think hard, I can remember what this day in May of 05 felt like. I need a dip in that ocean RIGHT THIS MINUTE.
I'm sort of missing the Olympics...the WINTER OLYMPICS. The pageantry, the glory, the drama. Now that Survivor is over I have no decent television to report on.
I miss breakfast with my girlfriends too. We haven't had an opportunity to have an omelet at the diner in a while, though they ARE coming to have cocktails one evening at Bloghere 08.
Here's an illegal shot from inside Anthropologie, right before I was "spoken to."
I was in Anthro last week, looking for knobs for our linen cupboard and LET ME TELL YOU: I am not paying $10 per knob MR.ANTHROPOLOGIEFANCYPANTS. It was yet another dull visit to that store. I may have to break up with them.
Did I actually LIKE these two years ago? Boy, am I GLAD I didn't buy them. I HATE them now and they don't go with any of my outfits. Phew.
Ooooh. There's that tree that's dripping with crystals. You know. At that place.
Remember when I accidentally let Youngest wear his porn music shirt to school? Because I didn't know it WAS a porn music shirt? You'll be happy to know that I didn't let him wear it to church the other day. My parenting skills are definitely improving.
A great shirt - from McSweeney's. This pretty much sums up my life.
I'm bored now.
Move along.
Comments
That sunflower pic is my fave.
And loved your post on Youngest's COA. Computer was misbehaving so couldn't comment this morning but now it is behaving I just wanted to say how meaningful and thoughtful this celebration seems to be. It touched me.
PS- You're right about he shoes.)
Funny about the T-shirt.
You certainly capture a range in this post.
Sorry, I sort of like the shoes.
And the porn shirt.
I LOVE the beach.
Am I *that* old??
Glad your hectic times are over for a bit, bb. What's next?
jbhat
The ocean. It attracted me to go to the blog where it came from and I Started reading it, never stopping ever since.
Thank you. For every great thing you decide to share with us.
paola
Those shoes are awful!
Love that you have figure skaters on here! Ah, the drama!
I 'let' my son wear a 'Skin' t-shirt to school (yes, I am naive and didn't know that it was a 'Skin' shirt). I didn't realize, until it was pointed out to me in a humiliating fashion, that there was a silhouette of a very busty, naked woman on it. (I swear the outline was subliminal... to me!) His school administration was not amused, he wore his shirt inside out that day, and never to school again.