It's accurate. Mostly. Yeah, I totally photo-shopped the nightgowns. They weren't nearly that cute and lacy.
Thursday, March 24, 2016
Throwback Thursday March 24th 2016 - Photoshopped. Full Disclosure
I found this picture in a box of really old ones. I'm guessing the year is 1980 or 1981.
It's accurate. Mostly. Yeah, I totally photo-shopped the nightgowns. They weren't nearly that cute and lacy.
It's accurate. Mostly. Yeah, I totally photo-shopped the nightgowns. They weren't nearly that cute and lacy.
Thursday, March 17, 2016
Throwback Thursday March 17th 2016 + Happy Everybody's Irish Day
Merry Christmas 1997. It's Bird o'clock.
In other news, Happy St. Patrick's Day. I don't have a St. Patrick's Day picture from any in my past, otherwise, I'd post that. Today, I am neither getting drunk, nor wearing anything green. I did, however, remember to send my son off to daycare in a green shirt. My kid is NOT getting pinched. EFF THAT.
Also, I'm thinking of a story from my childhood. Being raised by a Scotch-Presbyterian mother who was fairly well-educated, she felt it her cultural duty to provide me and my sisters with shamrock pins she made herself. They were green and orange poster-board shamrocks, decorated with green and orange ribbons. The orange, of course, was to reflect our Protestant heritage. I didn't understand, or care, really. I wore whatever the heck my mom told me to (I wasn't very popular). But I remember my sister grumbling, as we climbed into the mini-van, "If we lived on the east coast, we'd get the crap beaten out of us for wearing these."
In other news, Happy St. Patrick's Day. I don't have a St. Patrick's Day picture from any in my past, otherwise, I'd post that. Today, I am neither getting drunk, nor wearing anything green. I did, however, remember to send my son off to daycare in a green shirt. My kid is NOT getting pinched. EFF THAT.
Also, I'm thinking of a story from my childhood. Being raised by a Scotch-Presbyterian mother who was fairly well-educated, she felt it her cultural duty to provide me and my sisters with shamrock pins she made herself. They were green and orange poster-board shamrocks, decorated with green and orange ribbons. The orange, of course, was to reflect our Protestant heritage. I didn't understand, or care, really. I wore whatever the heck my mom told me to (I wasn't very popular). But I remember my sister grumbling, as we climbed into the mini-van, "If we lived on the east coast, we'd get the crap beaten out of us for wearing these."
Wednesday, March 9, 2016
Trader Joe's Anecdote or Buffalo Wings
This is my sister. She works at the Trader Joe's in Costa Mesa. Isn't she pretty?
She tells me the best stories. It may just be because I'm her sister and know her really well, but I find her stories incredibly interesting. Or maybe her stories really are incredibly interesting. A few years ago, she was dating a bona fide celebrity and would tell me stories about going to actual Hollywood parties. Some of her other stories are less glamorous, but definitely hilarious. Like this one:
My sister, as I said, works at the Costa Mesa Trader Joe's. One of the things she does is cook the free samples. One day, as she was manning the free sample booth, a woman comes up to her, and reads the sign out loud, "Meatless Buffalo Wings." She then looks squarely at my sister and says, "Buffalos are not meatless." Silence. My sister is not sure how to answer this statement. Clearly, this woman doesn't understand that Buffalo Wings are not made of buffalos. They're chicken. Except this ones aren't chicken because they're meatless. So explaining the several steps this woman took to be wrong about this particular free sample seems like a bad idea, because you aren't supposed to argue with customers, even if they're crazy. So my sister's perfect response is, "No. But their WINGS are."
She tells me the best stories. It may just be because I'm her sister and know her really well, but I find her stories incredibly interesting. Or maybe her stories really are incredibly interesting. A few years ago, she was dating a bona fide celebrity and would tell me stories about going to actual Hollywood parties. Some of her other stories are less glamorous, but definitely hilarious. Like this one:
My sister, as I said, works at the Costa Mesa Trader Joe's. One of the things she does is cook the free samples. One day, as she was manning the free sample booth, a woman comes up to her, and reads the sign out loud, "Meatless Buffalo Wings." She then looks squarely at my sister and says, "Buffalos are not meatless." Silence. My sister is not sure how to answer this statement. Clearly, this woman doesn't understand that Buffalo Wings are not made of buffalos. They're chicken. Except this ones aren't chicken because they're meatless. So explaining the several steps this woman took to be wrong about this particular free sample seems like a bad idea, because you aren't supposed to argue with customers, even if they're crazy. So my sister's perfect response is, "No. But their WINGS are."
Thursday, March 3, 2016
Throwback Thursday March 3rd, 2016
Hey, here's another cute picture from a long time ago.
This one was taken in 2000. My sisters and I went to Texas to attend our cousin's wedding. It was my first and only time in the state of Texas.
Here are the things I remember about my visit to Friendswood, Texas.
1. NASA.
2. Went to Cajun Jack's with my cousins and ate fried alligator and frog. Was hugged by Cajun Jack.
3. Crazy outdoor humidity/indoor air conditioning.
4. Super-creepy billboard for a laywer saying, "Why settle for half?"
5. Y'ALL.
Here are the things I remember about my visit to Friendswood, Texas.
1. NASA.
2. Went to Cajun Jack's with my cousins and ate fried alligator and frog. Was hugged by Cajun Jack.
3. Crazy outdoor humidity/indoor air conditioning.
4. Super-creepy billboard for a laywer saying, "Why settle for half?"
5. Y'ALL.
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