Fourth of July parade, the Brittany neighborhood, Atlanta, July 4, 1984
Tomorrow’s my birthday (the big 2-9), and as many funny birthday pictures as I could dig up, I wanted to post something holiday festive. Our old neighborhood always had a big parade on the fourth where the kids would dress up or decorate their bikes, hence my stroller festooned with streamers and balloons. That’s my sister behind me in the awesome stripey dress.
Later on in the day I spent some quality time in my playpen. Was I cute or what?
Kingsport, Tennessee, April-June 1948; Somewhere else, July 1950
Those first three photos are my Grandma Jean holding my tiny baby mama at ages 3.5 weeks, 2 months and 3 months. Grandma Jean looks so very Judy Garland to me… maybe it’s the hair. The fourth photo is my adorable mama at 2 years and change walking with her grandma. Hooray for mamas and grandmas!
Bryant Park, New York, New York, January 1, 2006
I came across this forgotten photo last week while searching for something else. Such a classic! I’m glad I found it again. To tie this to current events, George (center) hit the big 3-0 two weeks ago — he’s first among our friends to hit that mark — and this weekend the gang is getting together to party in his honor. Woot!
It still feels like it’s way too early to have Valentine’s Day stuff out in stores, but in fact it’s only about a month away… which is to say, I feel OK posting about this now. This is probably the best thing I saw today (to borrow a tag from the excellent Eight Hour Day blog): kid-style perforated letterpress valentines!
design, printing and photo by Dolce Press
I’ve always loved the cheesy, tiny tear-apart valentines, and these are a million times more awesome than anything Target has to offer. They just make me smile. You really can’t go wrong with letterpress, or that color pairing, or those designs. Dolce Press, you are brilliant! I totally need these to give to my friends, right?
I guess this is how you get rid of a lot of unsold Christmas trees. (OK, and maybe a few from neighborhood homes that had been taken down after the holiday…)
Tonight will be pretty mellow for us, as previously mentioned, unless we get an unexpected visit from a moose or other large woodland critter up at the cabin. Otto and Little Man, above, are doing a great job demonstrating what I imagine the next 12+ hours will look like. While I think the pics of the animals’ backsides are pretty cute, I don’t want to end the mirthmobile’s birth year on pet butts, so I’ll send us all off on more celebratory note: This shot was taken right before we kicked off the wild dance party that was Allison and Jonas’ wedding reception two weeks ago tonight. (They told us to act crazy, I promise. Way to halfass it, guys.) Happy New Year! Here’s to a 2012 full of ridiculous fun and dear friends!
photo by the brilliant Kelly Boitano
Durham, North Carolina, December (I’m guessing) 1991(ish)
OK, yes, this is post-dated… but I didn’t feel right starting off with a Christmas picture in January, so I figured I’d fill in the hole I left last week. How sweet is this? It looks like Jon’s on the phone with Santa… even though he’s the one in the Santa hat. Whatever.
It’s 7:18 a.m. and Jon and I are sitting at gate T15 at the Atlanta airport, bound for Spokane (ultimately Moscow, Idaho) via Denver. My family, ever committed to maintaining tradition, all rolled out of bed and downstairs to the Christmas tree at 5 a.m. to open presents together. Jon thought we were crazy to get everyone up so early, but it worked out just fine. What champs! Showed him. At this point they’ve all been back in bed asleep for at least an hour.
I know plenty of families that exchange gifts on Christmas Eve, but the Poes are not one of those. Mom worked at our church when we were growing up and I’ve had choir jobs since late high school, so Christmas Eve always been sort of a working day with its own protocol. Things that can’t not happen on December 24 include: going to church; eating a late-night second dinner at Waffle House (the one on Roswell Road); and watching hilarious holiday family videos from the ’80s. Watching the midnight service at Atlanta’s Cathedral of St. Philip on television isn’t totally mandatory, but usually happens as well.
Our flight is about to start boarding, so I’ll sign off from ATL. (Dispatch from Idaho to come later on.) Merry Christmas to all!
You may think you’re being clever and getting around last-minute shipping fees by ordering something site-to-store, but I can assure you that it is worth the extra $20 to have whatever it is delivered to your doorstep and avoid the organizational shitshow that is the service department of a big-box store.
This morning I got email notification that my purchase was ready for pickup at Walmart. About 20 minutes ago, after two separate visits to the store today amounting to about an hour of waiting with no result, I received this email:
Wah wahhh. So, to recap, not only do I not have the thing I ordered (a toolbox to contain parts of a present), I also wasted at least an hour of my day draining my phone battery in an effort to entertain myself in the back of my local Walmart. Next time I’m paying for overnight shipping!
for festive breakroom treats! Ho ho.