Patients say the darndest things.
BFF Allison does this fun reoccurring post on her blog called “instalife” and it’s always my favorite to see glimpses into her world so I decided to copy her. Also it’s sort of a rule of thumb for me that if Allison does it, I want to because she’s just like, the most cool, you guys. So here’s some (fairly) recent pics from the life and times.
April was a fun month. And May has begun with a bang!
I’ve been editing all morning for a project, and it’s got me. They’re right you know, you can’t write unless you write. So I finally am going to finish this draft I started weeks ago. As you may know I work at an elementary school, and I am learning a lot. Aside from the fact that saying “back pack” is so 2002 (kid, it is a PACK that goes on your BACK. get off me.) (it’s “book bag” if you’re trying to be in with the 10 year olds these days), I’ve made several observations on the ol’ playground. (Don’t tell them I called it the ol’ playground, they’ll kick me out I tell you!)
One of the first things I noticed is that little girls love playing house. Now look, I’m not all “AH, negative gender stereotyping, save the feminism!” (If you want me to go there bring up twilight which is all sorts of the worst thing I could ever imagine on every level) (Don’t bring it up, I will shun you) But I am really confused by it. You’re 7. You wake up and someone makes you food, you fight with a sibling, a parent drives you to school, and then in the afternoon you rinse and repeat. You’re 7. At some point after lunch you’re on the playground, and you decide that you are going to make invisible food for another 7 year old who is your daughter and then she’s going to fight with her other friend/her pretend sister and then you’re going to
walk drive a pretend car around the swing set to drop them both off at school. So here’s my thing; is playing house extremely meta or is it just weird and creepy? *
Another observation I’ve had is that inevitably in every game of tag or hide-n-seek or king of the mountain, there is a loser. And when you’re on the playground, said ‘loser’ acts just as I suspect most creatures in the animal world act. In fact I’m pretty sure I’ve seen an animal planet special on like a diseased deer or something, and they wander away from their flock** and find a quiet place to die alone. The other day I witnessed a boy get tagged out, and instead of waiting to be tagged back in, he stooped over and wound his way through the playground equipment heading straight for the only patch of grass unpopulated by
wild natives other children where I assume he intended to die a quiet death. Let me tell you guys something. I am not this way. I need you to know that if for some reason I am going down, I am going to do so in your midst–in the most central part of your midst no less–and I am going to give it all the Scarlett O’Hara returning to Tara/Dame Dench in Macbeth that lives deep within my soul. Be prepared for the dramatic performance of a lifetime because if you ain’t cryin’, I ain’t dyin’. Kids on the playground however, are not as creative as I.
They are funny though, and if I didn’t have the memory of a goldfish and wasn’t incapable of instantly blogging from the playground, you’d have a lot more proof.
*before you get all crazy on me, note that I have at several points in my past “cooked” mudpies for my baby sister and watched her eat them.
**yep, well aware it’s “herd” not “flock”. That word choice was to emphasize that I don’t even care about an animal.
So I met this site via THIS fun girl’s twitter, and now I’m kind of obsessed with it.
It’s called Emotional Bag Check and it’s pretty much exactly what it sounds like. You go to their website and see this:
Then you choose which you have and see one of these:
THEN you get emails from people with a song of encouragement and sometimes even sweet messages, or your songs and sweet messages get emailed to someone else. It’s humanity at it’s finest! The interwebs are getting all Galatians 6:2 on us!
Go! Try it! It’s the most fun.
So last week on BFF Kimberly‘s birthday she wrote a blog post about 23 things you should know about her. I like that she did that, but the first thing you should know about me is I’m too
humble lazy for all that. So here’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to tell you things in three pictures and hope that from them you infer all you need to know about me.
They say no one loves you when you’re 23, but come on, who wouldn’t love a face like that?
P.S. I have the greatest people in my life, and all my friends are the best friends. For real. I feel so loved and it isn’t even lunchtime yet!
every year for like 10 years now BFF Kimberly and i share a birthday weekend. i won’t lie i was a little sad that tradition would change with my move this year, but alas, she’s coming up this weekend! i love it because birthday parties used to be a point of contention until we decided to join forces and dominate august with our joint parties. evidence below:
we also just love a party in general:
and for years we taught at summer camp together:
AND also for several years we ended the old and brought in the new year together, which i really think is symbolic of our relationship because she’s seen me at my worst and best and loved me all the same all the while. she’s one of the very few people who was there through every stage of pain and growth that molded my character and i can’t begin to convey what a comfort she’s been to me over the years, just knowing she gets me. ohhhhh i love her so much!
P.S. Kim, as you’re reading this, let’s vow to take better/more pictures? we look a mess.
BFF Tori (aka BIRTHDAY GIRRRRLL) is the big 2-1 today. This girl is one of the most talented up and coming graphic designers, craftiest, vintage loving (and wearing), affectionate crazy girls I know. I’ve laughed until I couldn’t breathe with tears streaming down my face, and we’ve shared several sob sessions too. I’m so thankful she’s alive and that she’s OLDer. Yay Tor!
YYAY TOR! iloveyouforreals.
the following post is dedicated to Mrs. Alice, of Allison and Ray Hancock, because she likes it when i rant about hair and she loves me despite the mess mine always is, and she would’ve let me wear a hippie headband at her wedding.
So we’ve been here before, where we talk about hair envy and hairtastrophes, et cetera (welcome to the blog, Latin, thanks for making us fancy), but I think it’s again time to discuss it.
Here’s how I feel about hair in general; I like it. I think that hair is practical because it both keeps your head from looking a mess from frostbite or lopsidedness and it’s the quickest way to judge a book by its cover, which we all know is terrible and absolutely condoned by moi. I feel that the first reasons are very clear-frostbite I’m sure is quite painful and the second, well, we’ve all seen that one bald person whose head looks like it was molded out of jello-y clay…not ok, sir. (is that completely mean? probably.) If I haven’t lost you yet with my harsh spirit devoid of sympathy for the hair challenged, I think we can all agree with my third point. Don’t pretend you don’t judge people by their hair, you do. It’s the reason the Biebs chopped all his off and J-Lo has kept hers the same for the last 20 years and also the same reason I want Tina Turner hair circa Proud Mary 1971
to compete with lions in the african plain …to look cool.
Let’s try out my theory. What does the following picture say to you?
since i updated you friday about what’s happening inside of me (in my brain, not my kidneys or lungs), i think i should tell you what happened externally this weekend.
Friday: b.f.f. tori came home earlier this week and she, being the partying gal that she is, planned a pie party. everyone made/brought a pie and we hung out and sampled. i decided to be clever so Shay and I made this:
you will note that they didn’t say what kind of pie to bring, so it totally counted. i was just looking out for everyone’s health! 8 whole pies is a lot; thanks for the push towards obesity, friends. we went with the tacky christmas theme and played a lot of intense catchphrase. friday was also my friend clay’s birthday! he’s 22 now, what a baby. and he’s also a college graduate now, which brings us to…
Saturday: clay graduated from my alma mater (ha!) AUM that morning at 10. read here if you want to see what he had to say about it. he was so excited, bless him, that i didn’t have the heart to tell him (yet again) that growing up is for the birds and people who say graduating is awesome are only right for about 2 weeks. not that i don’t love my life right now, but college is pretty much where it’s at–my heart that is.
and that night, toralt as i like to call Tori and her significant, Walter (mostly in my head because it’s a little ridiculous) threw the annual Cmas dinner party.
jon,amanda,walt,EVERYONE ELSE someone decided not to have a tacky theme this year, so people had to look Christmas casual (which is clearly not as fun as wearing bells in your hair and 3 snowmen on the front pocket of your denim button up) but no worries, i didn’t have to worry about missing out on the tacky because instead i missed out on the party all together. i had to babysit 5 adorable girls, and their parents didn’t get home until wayyyyy too late. i did get to join the night owls for about an hour of small talk, but i have no pictures :(
Sunday: so here we are at sunday, where i felt the most weird since i leave in one week, and …well that’s pretty much the only reason. we had another game night (with less angry games) and it was such a blessing to be with friends. i hope your weekend was spectacular too!
So my friend Ashlyn is a photographer, and this weekend I went down to Mobile to visit her (and bff Tori) at school. Of course I would never want you guys to be left out, so I decided a blog post about how talented she is was in order. This is what she looks like:
Let’s start by stating the obvious, Tori and I are not models. We’re mostly retarded; however, we have seen an awful lot of both America’s Next Top Model and Project Runway. Ashlyn, bless her soul, knows this but sometimes chooses to take us along with her anyways, and the results of such outings are sometimes quite surprising.
Through all of this we learned, my go-go gadget arms are super awkward 90% of the time, Tori is actually a supermodel, and Ashlyn has an amazing eye for detail. I considered changing my life plan (which doesn’t exist) to be a model, but don’t worry because I certainly don’t have enough will power or dedication to make cotton balls the staple in my diet and I really can’t help but be slightly awkward, so modeling really cannot be in my future.
I always have fun with Ashlyn and Tori, and I love these pictures because they make me think of them.
P.S. you should be a friend/fan of Ashlyn Joy Photography. (I’ll let you know when her website launches in January!)