…but you can’t take the nerd out of the girl. Clearly, my nerd-dom still rides strong and free. To be fair, no one has as of yet taken the girl out of the nerd either as I took these pictures on the way to my WoD role playing game meet up. That’s like Dungeons & Dragons gaming but in a post apocalyptic world. Yes, I am that big a geek. This is all to say that you just gotta be proud of who you are.
Everyone needs a casual day. Here’s mine. Not only was I motivated by comfort, but also a cool dream where I was bunk mates with Luke Skywalker (the Mark Hamil “return of the Jedi” one). It was total genre mixing, because we were fighter pilots on the Battlestar Galactica and bunking in those four to six person dorm style rooms, but he was clearly a Jedi master. He had the top bunk, because clearly when you’re a Jedi master you can have any bunk you want.
It’s morning, we’re both in our fluffy, fleece PJs, and Baby Girl says to me, “Go work on your commuter, Mama.”
‘Okay!” I don’t often get toddler allowed time to be by myself, and not distracted or hounded for attention, so this is something I don’t ask twice about. Off I go into the other room, where I can work and still see half the living room in which she’s watching Blue’s Clues.
I check email. I respond to a few things. Read a few things. etc. Suddenly I realize it’s been really quiet. Very quiet. That ‘I-Know-You’re-Up-To-No-Good’ quiet. My mommy senses are tingling. So I leave the safety of my computer and slowly creep into the next room.
Cautiously peeking around the corner, I see:
Baby Girl sitting in her underwear, PJs torn off and cast aside, munching on a pickle.
Social Media. Yeah, I’m talkin’ about that today. It used to be that twitter was for trying to be the wittiest possible. The game was, “How profound can you be in 140 characters?” It used to be that.
Now, now it’s a freakin’ ad whore. *sorry Grandma. Wait, what am I apologizing for? My Grandma has a fouler mouth then I* Yup, I used that term, and I meant it. It seems that every tweet I read is about this giveaway, or that review, or this product. I get it. Everyone’s making money off these reviews, and giveaways *don’t get me started on how many are illegal!*. But really? Can we not all temper it a bit? Can it not be every single effin’ tweet that I read?
All you fellow fashion and beauty bloggers, can we please regain a sense of decorum? I would love it if everyone used a bit of self restraint. Please let’s all go back to political discussions and profound thoughts in 140 characters or less. Sure, fine, squeeze in that review or giveaway tweet. Fine, I get it. It’s all about promotion. But I would really enjoy a little substance with my superficiality. All I’m asking is that not every other tweet be about the review, or giveaway. Can we at least manage every fourth tweet? Is it really too much to ask?
If I met you on the street you wouldn’t talk to me with ads and shameless self-promotion would you? If you did, I might punch you….or I might dream about punching you and simply walk away while you’re mid sentence. So let’s bring back a little of that human sincerity into social media. Can we all just do that? Is that okay? By the way, read my review of “Human Sincerity” and enter the giveaway too.
Yesterday was my Girl’s ballet recital. Now this is the little girl who wouldn’t go into class at the start of the term. The little girl who just two days before the show during a mini performance for the parents, ran into my lap and not only refused to dance, but cried when the teacher tried to take her back to the group.
I was terrified. I was sure she wouldn’t get up there and dance. I was positive that we had all bought tickets and a costume and spent hours looking forward to what would never happen.
The family, all six of us, made sure to sit where she wouldn’t see us after we dropped her with for the volunteers.
When her class was next I was shaking. I grabbed my camera and snaked closer to grab some shots, but the entire time I wasn’t sure there would be anything to take pictures of.
They started and she ran out third just as she was supposed to. You have no idea how proud I was of her at that moment. My camera was shaking the rest of her dance because I was so happy and excited. It’s ridiculous how happy and proud she made me by going out there and dancing with her class.
We ordered the DVD.
Even a cozy tribal, aztec cardigan *which my daughter likes to cuddle in* wasn’t enough when I came home. She had been having fun all day, and when mommy came home she was having none of it. She came up, and instead of the usual hug, I got a firm shove out the front door.
That did not feel good.
And then the following day she did not want me to leave. Ugh, kid, can you make up your mind? It’s really tough when you play roly poly with my emotions like this.
She’s lucky she’s cute.
And that I have a steady supply of wine and chocolate.
Baby girl went to her first ballet class. Yes, she did. And she looked so cute in her bodysuit and tights. But Andrew and I sat there both rather embarrassed. You see, we have that child. You know the one. That child that runs around while all the other girls are nicely in a circle. The one who sits down while everyone dances. And the one who pouts in a corner because the music stopped, and she wants to touch something she was told not to. Yup, we have that kid. And while it’s funny now, at the moment we looked at all the other parents, who looked right back at us with that other look in their eyes.
On set recently, I recounted this story and my friend said to me, “Look around at everyone here. We were all probably that child.” It’s true. I was. I turned out *sorta* all right. As did those other folks on set.
*linking up with Style Sessions*
Jacket – Threadsence // Shirt – hand me down // Jeans – AE // Boots – DIYed by me // Sunnies & Necklace – F21
I found this Rod Stewart shirt in the donate bag at my mom’s house. I think it was my sisters. Anyway, I cut and altered it to fit me, and now I think it’s the best ironic t-shirt ever. You see, though I’m not a fan of Rod Stewart, my mom is. So much so, that if they had ever met in the 80’s I’m pretty sure I would’ve been their illegitimate love child.
So really, this post should go out to my Dad in another life. Love you man.
*linking up with Style Sessions*
I was headed to set again this fine morning *so that means no hair or makeup done* and we had to pull over because our girl suffers from the same things I did when I was a child – car sickness. So we had to let her out of the car to run around after she had thrown up *she was fine two seconds after*, and I figured that was as good a time as any to take some outfit shots.
Here I am folks, in my bright nerd glory. On set one of the guys turned to me and said, “You really are such a nerd.” I answered, “Yes, yes I am.”