Every koala bear needs a doll, and every old lady needs a figurine to commemorate them.
High heel sequin piggy bank?
Appalachian spring…looks pretty depressing.
I love 80s workout records, and I love the name Joanie.
Last but not least, with all the Olympic fever going on, I was reminded of the time that I threw the shot put for the high school winter track team. As I recall, my teacher was the coach and they had no girl shot putters that season and I was offered a 100 on a math test in exchange for competing – if I could huck it even 10 feet, our team might get a point or two in the meet, better than zero. In retrospect, it was a corrupt bribe, and I am no better than crooked shillary, but it makes a WTF picture.
As with all wtf wednesdays, there are no answers, only questions leading to more questions.
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(technically my friend’s sister, but she’s my friend, too dammit!) odd mom out is a new show on monday nights on bravo. written by and starring jill kargman, it’s quirky, funny, smart and co-stars the (scene-stealing) newcomer KK Glick.
when i knew KK, she was called kristen. she is the 4 years younger sister of my best friend beth. the first time beth slept over my house in 7th grade, we made an Iroquois longhouse diorama and took screwdrivers around the house tightening all the screws on the light switchplates. i slept in KK’s bed dozens of times from 7th through 12th grade. she and beth shared a room and KK would often weekend nights sleep over a friend’s house, leaving a free bed for me to poach. beth and KK have a cool older sister and brother, their brother in particular was himself a friendly allstar athlete and had lots of friendly allstar athlete friends who were always hanging around their house – it was basically heaven for a 15 year old girl, and i slept over there a lot. back to KK – she was quite a bit younger, but still funny and not annoying – she was into sports and did her own thing with the acting – i remember seeing her do summer music as a little 10 year old kid, singing “Go to Timbuktu!” (Oliver, I’d Do Anything) and ‘summer nights’ from Grease.
we went on many vacations with her family – woodloch pines in the summer and killington in the winter. i wish i had some pictures that include KK with me here in NC, but instead here’s my mom and beth riding in their maroon woody minivan to the poconos.
the only other KK-related photo i have here is this, and this is a sad story which might end up on odd mom out someday – it’s KK’s christmas present bunny, named Oreo, we kept him overnight at our house for a day or two beforehand to help with the christmas surprise, here he is with my rabbit Barney. i think Oreo lasted about 1 day before he tragically died somehow of natural causes in his hutch. it was probably traumatic for KK. pretty soon thereafter, they ended up getting Murphy, a small white ball of tail wagging fluff who loved to lick.
anyway, i am so proud of KK for following her dreams and landing this amazing role on major Big Time TV. she plays dr. vanessa and is calm and hilarious. she is so much like her real self, it’s hard to believe she is acting.
in last week’s episode, they said my name! kind of. jill is telling her husband to find love and remarry if she should die first, and she suggests he remarry ‘lolly mctammany’ – haha! see the 30 second video here: Odd Mom Out
ah the good old days! the floor was linoleum and plaid. the ashtrays were on every table. the toaster was full of muffins. i was strawberry shortcake. my breath was condensing inside this mask. my brother was “a warlock.” complete with broom. happy halloween everybody!
i was born in 1976, the heydey of the t-shirt. in those days, t-shirts were soft, made in the USA, and the graphics were hand-drawn, bold and colorful.
5th birthday party in an apple schnapps t-shirt
my grandfather, flops, was a liquor salesman in providence, rhode island. he would get boxes of booze-related promotional giveaways to pass on to bar owners. he passed a lot of those t-shirts onto my brother and me. lucky!
poured in the USA boss berry schnapps raglan tee
our nightshirts were schnapps t-shirts.
happy birthday yukon jack whiskey
we wore a “pott & coke” shirt until it disintegrated. (pott is a brand of rum) (we were 5 years old) one of my first t-shirt memories is this cruzan rum shirt. so simple! so soft! so beautiful! we also had the matching beach towel.
a good 3/4 of my wardrobe is now and has always been designed for men or boys. i don’t like being ‘dressed up’ and value comfort and texture over everything.
10 years old in a men’s surfers alliance t-shirt
i continued loving t-shirts as i got older. i got them as souvenirs. i started going thrifting in high school looking for old t-shirts.
budweiser ringer and a bichon
over the years, i have amassed a closetful of about 100 soft, thin vintage t-shirts that i wear every day. i still have and wear a handful of the original t-shirts flops gave to us in the 80’s. yukon jack is a clear winner. in the coming months, i will highlight a few of my favorites here. stay tuned!
my brother is 2 years younger than i am. he is also much more social than i am. when we were growing up, many times i wanted him to disappear. the more i wanted him to disappear, the more he wanted to do what i was doing. when i left home and went to college and looked back with some perspective for the first time, i felt a little guilty for being mean to him. he has a big heart and he never meant any harm. i should have been more patient. but damn he was annoying! i found these pictures of my 7th birthday party and all these feelings became crystal clear. fine. okay. he can come to the sleepover. it’s 6 girls and…chris. fine. okay. whatever. his sleeping bag goes in the corner. great. everybody is singing and having a pillow fight. he can stay over there. inside his crayons sleeping bag.
NO! no. no. no. what the???? NOOOO! how did this happen. i hate my life. i hate this party.
