We all met in high school in the chorus room, minus Bestie. Bestie I met my first day of high school as a newly transferred student in Algebra class. But we will get to that another time :) In the chorus room, you had to be grouped up by how your voice was pitched in the middle of pubescence. Apparently my hersticles hadn't dropped yet, because Bestie and I were first sopranos. Highest you could go without starting to sing arias. Our two friends were also in choir, as were a few other friends I still talk to today, and while at a competition the guest director asked what poco ritard meant. Before getting an answer, he replied, "lower classmen" and to this day I have no idea what the hell it means. In that moment, all of us being freshmen and sophomores, our little group of friends were dubbed The Pocos. Very clique-y, no? It was glorious. The Pocos have been friends through and through for going on 15 years. We've been through the weddings and babies and now, as a few of the Pocos met for dinner one night, we acted like children and giggled-no, cackled, and did things people usually roll their eyes over...such as screaming at the claw game while smashing our faces up against it and such-all while the husbands looked at each other like, "she was normal in the car on the way here....."
Our newest ventures all included blogs. One has a blog about her kids and the triumphs and tribulations of raising three girls, two of them twins. Bestie has a blog about coming out of the baby closet and, because she is dubbed a "Domestic Ninja" by Husband Man, all her little Martha Stewart-y projects that she rocks at. Which makes me jealous with all their awesomeness. My blog is all sarcastic and exposes what a dork I am, and that's about it. So I started reading their blogs, and it was kinda cool because you can talk to a friend all day long but when someone writes directly from their brain, it's a cool inside look and a side of them you didn't realize you knew. Then you realize how cool your friends really are, even more cool than you thought.
As I'm reading, I realize theirs are way more interesting because they post pictures, which helps the reader get a better look into the blogger's perspective. So I was sitting here one day and said to myself: I should post pictures, that would make my blog super more awesome too!
Like the one with twins: she's amazing with a camera, so she posts pictures of her family and the cool things she sees, and talks about the trips she takes to Disney with her family, and it's just awesome to watch the girls growing up. So I started looking for pictures of Little One, ones I could post about his cuteness and then thought, maybe that wasn't a good idea...
Because I re-warn you: I am not normal.
See, here's me ON the claw game. You thought I was lying.
It was a very strenuous fight to get that knock-off Angry Bird. A real cliffhanger. We never got it.
Alright now...let's see. To make my blog more awesome I need cute pictures of my kid.
Uhh...yeah. I taught him how to do that. Because to go out in the world with the proper life skills is vital.
Ok. Maybe I shouldn't try to be like her blog. Oooohh....what about Bestie? Hers is always cool with her projects, she bakes and does cool stuff, like the time she made cowboy cookies and showed everyone how to do it. That turned out pretty cool...
So I made some cookies too, but they didn't turn out as awesome...
The skull has some serious tartar control issues, the candy corn has been eaten and put back, and the bottom two, were supposed to be pumpkins....I think the one on the right has a dysmorphic syndrome of some sort. They ate all the good ones, I swear. Way to be prejudiced against Halloween grotesqueness, people. The pumpkin on the left was smiling before all the "cute" cookies were eaten. He's all depressed now because he's been left alone with Slurboy on his left. Or maybe it's paranoia...because he may be next.
Now my blog is super more awesome too, because pictures are worth a million words....except for that cookie in the bottom right...all he says is, "deerrrrrrrrrrrrr"....
