"team Boo: the most interesting blog you've read...since the one you just came from." -myself
When i was a freshman in college, I was certain that the only alternative to my homebody lifestyle was one of two things:
a) playing airport hide and seek, cupcake bingo or something equally as dorky at church institute.
or
b) getting plastered.
I had a lab partner that all but slipped me a roofie to get me to go to the black and white "ball" for his douche fraternity. After weeks of pleading, finally through my clenched jaw, i agreed (sure it was to be a mistake). It wasn't a mistake...it was a di-saster. First, he told me that all the girls had to wear white. WHITE! the cardinal sin of dress colors as far as i'm concerned. The only thing that my recent 40 pound weight gain looked forward to more was getting family pictures taken or dripping bacon grease on the front of my shirt (or anything else that drew attention to myself). I got the next best thing...a passenger seat full of teriyaki sauce on my big. white. butt. To add insult to injury, every girl there was wearing...you guessed it, black (the night was off to an inevitable start). The 15 minutes before the "party bus" arrived was tolerable (with my date's cheesy v neck sweater tied around my waist, of course). But then the conversations got confusing and, at last, i was abandoned in an insufferable bubble of sobriety. Pretty soon after that, my date ditched me and later got thrown out of the club for underage drinking or something (duh!) I did my best for the next 4 hours to find the least intoxicated person in the dark. i never did. Blah blah blah, drunk screaming, throw up, lots of unreciprocated conversations and me = the biggest sucker of Arizona State University. the end. "NEVER AGAIN!" i cried out (*fists clenched to the sky*).
And then i set that white dress on fire.
I had a lab partner that all but slipped me a roofie to get me to go to the black and white "ball" for his douche fraternity. After weeks of pleading, finally through my clenched jaw, i agreed (sure it was to be a mistake). It wasn't a mistake...it was a di-saster. First, he told me that all the girls had to wear white. WHITE! the cardinal sin of dress colors as far as i'm concerned. The only thing that my recent 40 pound weight gain looked forward to more was getting family pictures taken or dripping bacon grease on the front of my shirt (or anything else that drew attention to myself). I got the next best thing...a passenger seat full of teriyaki sauce on my big. white. butt. To add insult to injury, every girl there was wearing...you guessed it, black (the night was off to an inevitable start). The 15 minutes before the "party bus" arrived was tolerable (with my date's cheesy v neck sweater tied around my waist, of course). But then the conversations got confusing and, at last, i was abandoned in an insufferable bubble of sobriety. Pretty soon after that, my date ditched me and later got thrown out of the club for underage drinking or something (duh!) I did my best for the next 4 hours to find the least intoxicated person in the dark. i never did. Blah blah blah, drunk screaming, throw up, lots of unreciprocated conversations and me = the biggest sucker of Arizona State University. the end. "NEVER AGAIN!" i cried out (*fists clenched to the sky*).
And then i set that white dress on fire.
Needless to say, these social nightmares only validated my choice to continue being a hermit (safe from vomit or humiliating disappointment). So, i spent Friday nights watching movies like Secret of Nimh and overdosing on Krispy Kremes (hence the 40 pound weight gain). It's is through divine intervention alone that I ended up marrying Adam, and came out of my nerd coma. Luckily he lived in another city at the time, and therefore couldn't smell my pathetic cartoon watching shame.
What is the point of this story, you ask? (besides a glimpse into the unflattering stage i set for my adult life and a way for my children to solidify my un-coolness with stories of my youth). It is clarification (mostly to myself) that even if i am a misfit in the blog world, I am the "leading lady in my own life!" (i swiped that from The Holiday starring the elegant Kate Winslet). But hermit or not, I have changed a little since college (but nothing worth calling the Rickie Lake Show about...ie."i used to be fat, but now i'm all that!") Though still scrappy, I'm a bit more ambitious, much more self assured and have discovered my creative side (not to mention completely traumatized by Krispy Kremes). And lucky for you, now I blog about it :) So unless you're searching for the lastest DIYs or pretty picture of a teacup in a windowsill(?), i'll be here...posting things that i think are worth remembering/being the best blogger everrrr! ;)
...and probably eating nachos or something.
team Boo ♥'s you
28 comments:
you could do a DIY for kids games. grapefruit bowling is just a start! but really, i like your blog because you dont make crafts. for reals.
Wait, What?!? You mean you're actually human! Ahh I feel like i've been so deceived! I came here too look at pictures of perfect vacuum lines and UPcycling tips!
My dear, I absolutely love you and your blog exactly for what it is. Thank you for being yourself, because yourself is pretty awesome.
I love reading your blog- it's my favorite one! plus you seem like the best mom ever. keep up the good work, we're all different for a reason! :)
!!!
also, we should start doing DIYs about how to stay in your pjs for as long as possible during the daytime, getting only dressed for the 15 minutes it takes to take a photo for your blog.
i could maybe do a follow up one of how to let the television raise your children. or how to read "good night moon" in your best ron burgundy voice so your daughter never asks you to read it again.
we should be friends.
and this is why i love your blog. thanks for not caving in and selling out.
viva le team boo!!!
girl.. you've got some gumption!
your blog is real and i like that you don't do crafts and what not.
I like your blog too. You are funny. You are real. Keep writing. I laughed out loud when you said I don't call people darling...
I LOVE your blog! It's my fav. I'm trying to start my own blog and felt overwhelmed by the amount of bloggers who seem to be: the-craftiest-people-ever-who-can-take-a-professional-photo-even-though-they-aren't-actually-photographers-and-who-stop-to-write-a-haiku-about-a-feather-in-the-wind.
You keep it real sistah and you do it with humor and awesomness.
Keep it up!
that's a really funny (and terrible) story... i am so glad you share stuff like that.
i have always loved your blog and thought it was so refreshing and funny and still do, but this post was kind of mean and though i don't fit into all of those categories of ultra trendy photographer of organic food i was a little offended by it :/
that picture.
how.....i mean is it..... what i'm trying to say is i reallly......it's too much to even.......wow.
i need to know the details on that amazingness.
...and that's why I keep coming back! Who else is going to write about their kid pooping in the bath? I need to know what I'm in for. Plus I think you're kinda funny.
Love this! Except that I consider you one of the craftiest people I know. Liiiike linking-my-Mom-via-email-to-your-crazy-awesome -parties crafty. Keep it up!
Chelsea, I thank you for your true feelings. I'd love to hear more of why you were offended...for there are sure to be more who feel the same :)
living proof that i am not always graceful (like i said)
This was not me knocking blogs that do those things (i spend 90% of my time admiring them) But I do feel sometimes i have to keep up with that, and then my blog starts to get all convoluted until i "reset" (like with this post) I promise i'm not fishing for you all to agree and tell me how great i am with my random self. But it is good to be up front with you all of what i am here to write about.
*If you felt bad cause i was making fun of drunk people...well i can't help you there, cause drunk people act hilarious and ridiculous (no way around that :)
No, I know what you mean though. A lot of people can get caught up with trying to be like the "more famous" bloggers or whatever. I'm not really sure why i was a little offended...probably because of my raging hormones and nothing else ha.
i think it's more like i used to tweet about good things i was eating, ha, be it something organic or full of sugar. and a few "friends" would kind of post snide comments indirectly at me and to my fave talk about how they HATE when people post about food. well crap, i love food. soooo now i feel like i can't write about something really good that i'm eating - especially if it is organic - because they made me feel insecure about it, i think it's more the way some things were said i just felt like maybe if i did any of those my blog would be looked down upon for "selling out" or something.
again, i love your blog. it always have me laughing and i look up to you as a mother. don't hate me!
i can't think of anything clever to say, but i like it. i like it a lot.
(and please, info about that picture!)
just came across your blog! super cute!! yay.. for soberness through college lol
No way were you EVER a dork...You've always been hilarious and a blast to be around! Totally get the "reset" button too...Wish I were better at pushing that dang button sooner.
I like your swagger...always have and always will.
Should I be paranoid because I just did an entire post about my windowsill? Not to assume that you stopped by and well, there wasn't a tea cup in the window.
http://leighvslaundry.blogspot.com/2011/01/happiest-little-window-south-of-mason.html
Just sayin'.
yes, where do you find these pictures? that one is so toddlers and tiaras. i want some nachos.
I spit ice tea out of my mouth when I read "and then I set the white dress on fire"
and that is why I read your blog.
Well because it makes me laugh, not because of the tea spitting.
crap. i really do have a teacup in my windowsill.
I've never read a blog that quoted one of my all time favorite movies! Every woman should be the leading lady in their own life, and have GUMPTION (also from The Holiday)! Still haven't convinced my husband to be Mister Napkinhead yet...someday...
Aaaanywho, I follow blogs like yours because #1 I love it, and because you don't follow "the model". It's refreshing to read about people who blog about their life and whatever random things they want...since that's what I do :)
The picture is from an amazing mommy dearest-y fashion editorial that i decided would be my new photoshop practice piece. Isn't it creepy and awesome!? (maybe some of you didn't realize that was my face ;)
You guys are all way too nice. I feel silly getting so much positive feedback. Thank you!
what are DIYs? I'm going to look it up. Anyway, I love your posts BECAUSE you are such a smarty-pants, you are super talented, and you aren't everyone else.
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