Black Jeans and Why I Quit Band

The search for the perfect white jeans is my current beacon of spring fashion hope. Until the last few years I NEVER thought I would see (anywhere other than Goodwill), much less wear, colored denim again. Even when black and white jeans were in a long time ago, I didn't really like them.

Probably because of Homecoming circa 1997. Thanks to band, I (almost) forever banished black jeans from my wardrobe. I don't know who thought anyone would enjoy seeing the middle school band perform prior to the football game, but I'm pretty sure the only people who even watched it were the band director and our parents. But after wolfing down my afternoon snack I was forced into black jeans and a "matching" black band T-shirt, and shuttled to the high school football field.

I mean I know band geeks aren't really known for their fashion sense, but come on! Black jeans (always hopelessly faded unless brand new) and a black T? Yuck. My mom looked all over the place, for a week, for some black jeans that would fit me. She ignored my request to "just buy some really, really dark blue ones and we'll act like they're black". She finally found a winning pair of faded greenish-black ones at Goodwill. No joke. I think they were boys jeans. But they WERE sort of black and they DID sort of fit. And she thought it was a total score (Black jeans! They'll fit my shrimpy kid! 99 cents! HALLELUJAH!)

A sister pair for sale on Ebay. Mine did not have a mud stain.

I was pissed when I saw them, and distraught once I put them on with the T-shirt. I had to go to homecoming like this, sit with the band and watch the game like this,  and watch all of my friends walk to the concession stand in their cute homecoming outfits (with corsage) like this. I was SO changing into my homecoming outfit (cardigan+skirt, thank you) in the car, so I could get the dance ASAP, once the torture ended. But, omg, I was going to be lucky to have any friends left by the time this football game was over.

And that's when I decided. No more black jeans. No more black T-shirts. And no more band. I was not going to commit social suicide while looking ugly. That was for sure. I engaged in full-on damage control later that night by making sure everyone knew how much I hated band, how I wasn't doing it next year, and how hideous those outfits were.

I guess there was no permanent damage, considering I managed to salvage a few friends and slow dance 3 times that night. The long term damage, however, was done. No more black jeans for me for 13 years. I'm happy to say that today I have fully recovered. I now embrace jeans of all colors, from many different backgrounds. It was a long journey to recovery, but my life has been enriched because of it. I still don't wear black t-shirts, but that's because they are hot and scratchy.

And I Hate Them



Since Christmas, I have been seeing these bugs in my house. Not tons, just often enough for you to start thinking they are gone, and then you one like 2 seconds later. I swear they know when I think they are exterminated, then come back out to mock me. These things are making me crazy.

they fly in the shower with you. and I see them in my room. and I'm tired of squishing them. and I'm afraid I might accidentally eat one in my sleep. and I don't know where they're coming from. and one time they started eating my brand new box of Kashi Shredded Wheat. and now I think they are eating my oatmeal. and I'm tired of keeping everything in Tupperware because I'm lazy. and I'm tired of having to splash water on them while I'm washing my face to stop the harassment. and one flew in my water glass the other day. and now I can only use cups with lids. AND I HATE THEM!!!!!!

Nerd Alert

You might have heard my Facebook whining, but I am completely disappointed that my genetics class got cancelled.

I thought about buying the book and reading it anyway.

I'm ultra-upset that my school mandated field trip to the McWane Center is cancelled. (Yes, Dr.J, I am fully aware that I can go to the McWane Center by myself. But they only have the genetics activity for school groups.)

Please forgive the short post, but I have to tape my glasses back together. I got hit in the face with a football in PE this morning.

Dance Dance Revolution

Please tell me you love A Charlie Brown Christmas. Also, please tell me it's ok if I like to dance like these kids do. My personal favorite is the kid in the green shirt that's got the zombie move down. Oooorrr....maybe it's the kid in the orange shirt with the awkward heel click going.

Woof!

As of June 25th, I will be lucky enough to be living across the street from these people. Dr. J, your neighbors....Woof! In case you can't read the sign (due to my unsteady hand) "SANTA will be here Dec 22, 23, 24. Stay in cars."

Falling in Love

I'm in love. With some plates, of all things.  "Love" probably isn't the word. "Weirdly obsessed" would be much more accurate.

I can't stop thinking about these things!  I knew I had an enchantment with all things ceramic (milk glass, pottery, fine china, etc). But I have really reached a new level. I found these while registering for my Holiday Shower and was really disappointed when the sales lady explained that I can't take these home on approval, and that I will actually have to wait for my shower before I can begin eating every meal off them. Bummer. I've never been one to skip over Thanksgiving, but these plates have me listening to Christmas tunes and wishing for a Peppermint Mocha.

Boo!

Happy November! I hope you had a fantastic Halloween!

Of course we carved pumpkins. Mine is the far left pumpkin, and marked an major milestone in pumpkin carving for me. For once my jack-o-lantern was not hideous, and I did it all by myself. I'm not usually allowed to play with knives alone, but I did so well that not one responsible adult felt the need to intervene and stop me from hacking my fingers off.

Dr. J chose to display his amazing manual dexterity he's acquired from all of his dental training, and carved the masterpiece to the far right. Ashby went with the classic Jack, pictured in the middle.

I can't wait for all the fun November will bring...Shrimp boil, Iron Bowl, Thanksgiving. And most importantly CHRISTMAS MUSIC!

P.S. My stupid camera battery won't hold a charge for more than 2 days. Bummer.