Let's learn from our past mistakes

Tanja told me about this - spotted at the Saratoga County Fair. Let's be clear: Saratoga, NY - not in the South. Amazing. She said she didn't see any in there, but just the thought...

Tanja and I are two of the most fashionable people at work - believe it. If you knew what most employees around here dressed like you would understand that it's not that difficult for us to hold that title.

I wore scrunchies for a time in my life, I'll admit it. I even made my own scrunchies at the height of their popularity - I used to work in a fabric store in high school so I had limitless pattern and elastic choices...kind of like... scrunchie heaven. But what terms should stand out here? High School. 1989-1993. Stop the madness.

Necktie Wednesday

Tim is running a training session today, so he put on a tie this morning. Sam was totally mystified - he never sees daddy in a tie - and wanted one of his own. Of course he could not even wait to get a clean dipe on before having Tim loop an old tie for him. I eventually dressed him and he wore the tie to the grocery store.

The contractors are here today. They're working on random stuff. They also accidentally knocked a hole through the sheetrock in the family room. I'll take a pic of that later. I think we'll be able to get into the siding next week, and honestly, it's not a moment too soon because the house has been looking tragic since the last week of June.

That's all the blogging for today. I haven't decided if I'm having fun yet.

Justify THIS

My dear old friend Cynthia sent me a link to her family blog (barelycoherent) and it inspired me to put some effort into creating one. Here it is! You will undoubtedly love it and tell everyone you know about it because it's going to be just that awesome.

Another friend, Angie, recently created a blog, but I cannot have her thinking it was inspirational to me in any way. That would ruin everything. Don't even visit it, you might throw up. Her kids are cute and Angie is a lovely person. Really. We just have seriously different tastes, and it's pretty much my goal to make her feel terrible about the dumb things she likes.

I've had a couple of false blog-starts before, like my celebrated running log on MySpace (I'm not a luddite, really I'm not), but I never had anything that important or amazing or enviable to report in full blogalicious format. Now, however, I'm one of those over-thirty-mamas who pretty much obsesses about her offspring, family, house, and career (in that order) and for some mysteries-of-the-web/human nature reason, I think some people will be into reading my stupid (and brilliant and insightful) observations and accounts of our life. It's a little like being on stage but without the butterflies backstage.