Nothing to do on a Saturday night? Go read my sister’s blog about how lovely my other siblings and I were to her when we were children.
EDIT #2: In all fairness to my xanga friends at the bc party, no one ever really said “You look worse in person.” What they said was, “You look nothing like your picture.” Since they didn’t tack on a qualifier such as, “That’s not a bad thing.” or “You’re still pretty, you just look different.” or “You look better in person,” or “But that doesn’t mean we think you’re ugly,” I just assumed the real me was a bit of a disappointment. None of my new friends are the least bit mean-hearted–sorry for the confusion.
EDIT: Reminder to self to divulge my outfit-shopping tips/secrets on next blog.
I hate to write another blog, because I like those pictures and don’t know when I’ll look cute again. It’s not today, that’s for sure. Thank you all for your sweet and generous compliments. I’m not the most gracious compliment-taker. I usually try to qualify them by adding stuff, so I’ll just say, “Thank you.”
Not a whole lot of guys stood in line for the book–well, maybe 10-15. So, this one 50-ish guy comes up, points at the board beside me and says, “Whoever took that picture of you should be shot.” I’m thinking he means the cover of the book–too scandalous or something. “Oh no, that’s not me!” I say. “Those are just models.” He clarifies that he’s talking about my author photo–yeah, that one’s definitely me. “It’s a terrible picture,” he says. I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. “You look much better in person,” he adds. Hmmm… I’ve not gotten this one before. All the xanga gals who met me thought I looked worse in real life! I take this as a compliment, and joke around with him a bit. “He doesn’t like my picture,” I say to the other people in line, with a pouty frown. “You really should give me a break. I was five months pregnant,” I tell him. I think he feels a little embarrassed at this point and mumbles something about my hair looking nicer now and takes his book and scurries away. (Sidebar: The person who took my picture is an amazing photographer. How is it her fault that he thought I was ugly??)
Before I forget, Ava’s fever is gone and she is eating, drinking, and playing blocks and ponies with Nina. Hmmm… I e-mailed my friend and asked her what she thinks about tonight. I hate decisions like this. I’m leaving it up to her. Those were some quick and powerful prayers, folks! Thanks!
Gabe just spent an hour with Livi at her school for “Bring an Adult to Kindergarten Day.” He loved it and didn’t want to go back to work.
Oh, yes, I’ve been tagged. Was hoping that might never happen to me. Here’s what my sisters, Bethany and Stephanie, had to say about their own weirdness. They are MUCH weirder than me, that’s for sure.
I’ve Been Tagged!
The Rules: People who get tagged need to write a blog post of their own six (6) weird things as well as state the rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose six (6) people to be tagged and list their names.
1. Found out from a chiropractor when I was 16 that one of my legs was shorter than the other. Wore a lift in my shoe for 15 years. Found out a few months ago that my legs were fine. The lift was probably causing most of my back pain for the past 15 years. Talk about senseless.
2. My cousin (who will remain nameless) and I used to pretend we were boys and pee in my grandparents’ barn. I was Tim and she was Todd. We’d drink a bunch of water and then find secret places to pee.
3. I was mean and cruel to my younger siblings when we were growing up. I beat on them and said terrible things to them and threatened them. They’ve forgiven me, but as an adult, it took me quite awhile to forgive myself.
4. My junior year of college, I went through an orange phase. I wore orange every single day. My half of the dorm room was decorated with solid orange. I had orange sweaters, sweatshirts, t-shirts, vests, skirts, and shoes. Even an orange dress (which was a bit short for Cedarville and earned me my first and only demerit). One of my hallmates used to regularly steal my Zoe (Sesame Street) doll and leave ransom notes. I would find her (Zoe) literally hanging by her neck from the ceiling in random dorm rooms.
5. Running out of ideas here… Uh…I collect vintage aprons—love them—but have never worn one while cooking. Have never worn one at all, for that matter. Keep meaning to. (I know–that’s not very weird.)
6. I know this is cheating, but… my sister French-kissed a goat!
Shoot, who to tag? I have no idea which ones of you have already done this, so… I tag: angntug, rocknnell, gtaviano, marketer319, faithchick, and kkakwright.