Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Tidbit Tuesday--The Stuff of Nightmares

You are probably not going to believe this.  When I think about it, I think it must have been some kind of crazy, bad dream.  You might want to sit down.

I was in a beauty pageant.


No.  Seriously. I wrote that, and it made me laugh out loud.

I really don't remember how it happened. I must have blacked out or something.  I would never have taken a dare like that. There's really no explaining how someone like me ended up on stage, even a tiny one like the one there must have been for the Miss Throckmorton Pageant.

When I was thinking about writing about this, I was so thankful that I don't think there remains any historical documentation of this event.  It went like this, "Dear Lord, thank you so much that there was no YouTube in 1983."

I sang a version, although perhaps not recognizable, of this song:

See...in the tiny school I went to, there was no band or choir. We barely had enough kids for a six man football team, six cheerleaders and a sad troupe of a pep squad.  I learned to sing in church....the Church of Christ ....where there are no musical instruments.  We sing a cappella.  When we went to practice with the piano lady, she basically ended up saying, "Just sing, and I'll try to keep up with you." 

For the love of all things holy....

That pretty much tells the story of my one and only pageant experience. I think there was also a group makeup lesson, a homemade dress, a crazy bad "sporty" ensemble (you mean that doesn't mean a basketball uniform?),  but I've blocked out most of the rest of it.

Dear Lord, thank you so very very very very much for the blessing of no cell phones, no YouTube, no twitter, no instagram, no blogger and no otherwise wireless or digital recording devices in 1983.  In Jesus' name.  Amen.

<3 Lori

Saturday, March 16, 2013

A Day in the Life

It should come as no surprise, if you've been here very long at all, that I am a homebody.  When the kids were little, I called Saturday "Stay Home Day".  I still call it that in my head.  When you have little kids and a full time job and live 30 miles from "town" and have a huge porch to enjoy, why would you want to leave?  So I usually don't.

Today, though, I was lured out of the house to the nearby flea market that happens once a month. There are only a few of them that are neither too cold nor too hot.  March, maybe April, maybe October and November. I wanted to get away from the computer, and it was a BEAUTIFUL day!

My girlie and I enjoyed a little music on the way.  She entertained me with a rendition of "Call Me Maybe".

There was a pretty good crowd.  We were late getting there and it was starting to get hot.  In March.  90 degrees. Too hot for me usually, but I needed the sunshine!

There was some good stuff, like these old sewing machines.

 And some other stuff, like these goats.

We got this cornflower blue fountain for the yard.  If the red one hadn't been sold already, I would have wanted that one. It had a bird on it. :::heart:::

I don't think the roasted corn people were kidding about this:

While the boys were still shopping the chicken/turkey/guinea area, girlie and I ran off to town for a frosty, tasty treat.

A good time was had by all.  Sometimes not staying home on Saturday is really good, too.

May the good Lord send sunshine for your face, frosty treats when it's hot, and loved ones to share your day.

<3  Lori

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Tidbit Tuesday--Introducing My Introversion

Okay.  Here's the deal.

I'm an introvert.  That fact has surprised a few people in my online world. But that's the thing about introverts, apparently. We like communicating in writing. So on Facebook and here on the blog, I'm doing the Macarena and wearing lampshades.  In person, I'm quiet at first.  I tend to hang back and be watchful to gauge people.  I make friends slowly and keep them for a long time.  I don't have a legion of them in real life.   I have a small collection, but they are treasured.  I once forgot my own name during introductions with a new person and called myself the name of someone I went to high school with. Awkward.

I'm reading this awesome book about introverts.

Reading it makes me feel vindicated for being called "hermit" repeatedly by an extroverted type. I'm not a hermit. I haven't withdrawn from society.  I just need more quiet than some people to feel contented and fulfilled.  I'm a people person....as long as they are in small doses and don't try to force extroversion on me.   I have a few close friends whom I've had for a long time and love very much.

I don't do grown woman sleepover parties. I don't like to talk on the phone much.  I'd rather spend a Saturday at home on my porch with the kids and the man and the cats and dogs or upstairs doing art than shopping or going to parties or socializing in big groups.  I'd rather stab myself in the head with a spork (repeatedly) than do public speaking.  I can do it well enough with enough lead time. I just don't want to do it, and I don't like it.

There ya go. If we ever meet in real life and I forget my own name, you now know why.

May the good Lord give you good books, all the quiet time you need, and people who value what you bring to the world.

<3 Lori

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Tidbit Tuesday--Teen Crush

{{I have, just this minute, decided that on Tuesdays I'll try to share some little random fact about myself here on the blog just to keep things interesting (assuming "interesting" is defined loosely and might be synonymous with "not really that interesting at all").

I saw on the news that today would have been Andy Gibb's 55th birthday.

::takes off glasses and vigorously cleans bifocals:::.

That can't be right!!!!


When I was a kid, we lived in a tiny little wide spot on the road but went to "town" thirty miles away every two weeks to buy groceries at the Safeway.  I was in junior high.  I stood at the magazine rack, which was right inside the front doors, and thumbed through the Tiger Beat  and Teen Beat magazines while my mom shopped.

Andy Gibb was my favorite.

I think one of his records was probably one of my first independent purchases.

This was obviously after he'd made enough money to buy a t-shirt to wear under his jacket.  Go, Andy!

Okay. That's it. Your first installment of Tidbit Tuesday.

Now your turn!  Who was your favorite Tiger Beat teen?  I won't even try to calculate which decade applies. :)

Sunday, March 3, 2013

After the Game

I haven't done any art in five days, at least.  In fact, I really can't remember when I last did art.

This is what I've been doing:

My boy played his last high school basketball game on Friday.  They were Regional Qualifiers but were outscored in the first game of the regional tournament and were on the short end of some really puzzling calls by referees. It was a frustrating and sad end to a really amazing high school basketball career.

I love being a basketball mom. I love being my kids' super fan.  My girl starts high school next year, plays volleyball and basketball, is 5'9" and is still growing.  My boy hopes to continue to play in college.  So there'll be other games.  The super fan shoes will be used again.

Right now, though, we are all still processing this great big, giant, huge LAST.

<3 Lori