Thank you Conflicted Mean Girl

Thank you Conflicted Mean Girl for being my crutch. Without your wonderfully written and humorous version of “tag” I wouldn’t be able to justify why I missed my work-out this morning. Not that I wouldn’t have found another million reasons: 1) We were running late to school and I forgot to pack my bag. 2) I had lunch plans and wouldn’t have had time to shower if I worked-out first. 3) I didn’t  have my daily constitutional before we left for school and wanted to stay near a familiar bathroom. Really any of those would have sufficed, but it is so much easier to just blame someone else. You don’t mind do you? And just for the record, I really did read this post the day you wrote it – or posted it – and really enjoyed all of the responses but had no intention of participating. It’s amazing what you will do when trying to avoid something else.
The description of Conflicted Mean Girl’s hometown brought a smile to my face. I remembered running down to my friend Libby’s house to hang out, or meeting a handful of friends down by the creek that ran behind our neighborhood. I also had fond memories of taking walks with my friend Curtis (boy did I have a crush on him for a while) but overall, I was not an outdoor kind of girl. We lived in a big town, more closely resembling a city where the highways circled our neighborhood. The neighborhood kids were really my summer friends, because everyone else that I hung out with at school lived so far away. The only time I really remember having that idyllic, small town lifestyle was when we lived in an apartment when I was really little. Apartment living was when we put on neighborhood plays, participated in family football games, dragged all our Barbies outside and listened to stories read by someone else’s grandma.
I think I smiled mostly knowing my children are growing up with that kind of childhood. It is all they know – running between houses to play, flashlight tag late at night, neighborhood potluck dinners, hours of soccer games in spacious lots and a trail of bikes and scooters. Our driveway is the bus-stop and the neighborhood sledding hill. We try to make it to every home game to support our highschool football team, and we line Main Street to watch the Homecoming Parade. It is a good life.
But I digress, this exercise was meant for you to get to know me a little better, if  that’s even possible. What else is there to know aside from my bathroom habits or how much weight I have gained in the last year? I think I’ve pretty much put it all out there. Daily.  And the original task was also to “tag” 8 other bloggers but I never send email forwards or chain letters. (Although my finger hesitates ever so slightly after reading, “If you don’t send this to 8 people in the next 15 minutes something terrible will happen to you”). Besides, how would I choose just 8 bloggers? I want to know all of you. So, if you are reading this, consider yourself “tagged” and put your response link in my comments. (Great idea CCMG!)
Grab a cup of coffee, tighten that robe and enjoy your day:
1. If you could have any superpower, what would you have? Why? I’m not much into superpowers – I’d love to just be able to have the house cleaned, groceries sorted, be showered and dinner figured out by 4:00 most days. If I need to pick just one, then I guess it would have to be Buffy Summers the Vampire Slayer, and not the movie version with actress Kristy Swanson, she was a little too much cheerleader for me, but the TV series with Sarah Michelle Gellar. Besides the fact that her super skills included enhanced strength, speed and agility (all of which would help me make that 4pm deadline) she was totally gorgeous, smart and had lots of friends. It would be nice to know you could kick butt and still look great.

 2. Who is your style icon? I can’t afford an icon – I have Fifth Avenue taste but a TJ Maxx and Marshall’s budget. I attempted the whole Sex and the City, Carrie Bradshaw look but I dont’ have her amazing hair or body. For the most part I just looked sort of Punky Brewster, especially since I couldn’t boast Jimmy Choo or Manolo Blahnik shoes. And having your grungy off-white, supposed to be white, Maidenform bra strap exposed just isn’t that sexy. I am a firm believer in dressing appropriately for the occasion, which means that you won’t see me showing up to a PTA meeting in high heels and a halter top, but you also won’t see me parading work-out wear and running shoes if I haven’t just come from the gym. I think for the most part I really idolize Audrey Hepburn‘s timeless and classic, girl-next-door style. What’s not to love about a 40 year partnership with Hubert de Givenchy? Sorry to burst your bubble girls, but fitted stretch pants, striped t-shirts and ballet slippers are not a new rage.

3. What is your favorite quote? “Keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really great make you feel that you, too, can become great.” – Mark Twain

4. What is the best compliment you’ve ever received? Recently a friend just said to me, “It is always such a pleasure to be around your children. They are a true joy.” Although it was a compliment about my children, I couldn’t help but feel a bit of pride for knowing that I am their parent. I’m never really sure how they act at other people’s houses. Do they leave clothes all over the floor, dishes on the counter or roll their eyes when asked to do something?  Perhaps I’ve drilled into their heads enough respect for others that when they leave this house they actually use those lessons (or else I’ve instilled enough fear of the consequences if they don’t).

 5. What playlist/cd is in your CD player/iPod right now? The current playlist on my IPOD is my running playlist, and I LOVE this music. Every song on this list has been chosen because the beats-per-minute keep me moving at a steady pace. Some of the songs are empowering, while others are just angry girl music, but for the most part they all share a similar genre of Indie Rock. Here’s my TOP 5 favorite songs on my list:

  1. Walcott by Vampire Weekend
  2. Sugar, We’re Goin Down by Fall Out Boy
  3. Young Adult Friction by The Pains of Being Pure at Heart
  4. Don’t Haunt This Place by Hometowns
  5. Little Sister by Queens of the Stone Age

*Oh, and here’s one more: The Middle by Jimmy Eat World

 6. Are you a night owl or a morning person? It’s not that I am cranky in the morning. I actually can get my butt up if necessary and function (caffeinated preferably) but I really am a night owl. Even though I am home alone most of the day, I still seem to be more creative into the wee hours of the night. The older I get, however, it gets harder to keep up the pace. Perhaps it is guilt that drives me to neglect my writing or scrapbooking during the day. I feel like I should be using the daytime hours to play house. Balance – it’s all about finding balance.

Could she be any cuter? Oh yeah, and the kid too.

7. Do you prefer dogs or cats? Hmmm – do I really need to answer this one? If you are new here, then I’ll let it go, but most definitely a dog person. If you need more proof than my word, just do a search on my blog for: dog, Luna, or Chelsea and see what you come up with.

 8. What is the meaning behind your blog name? You can check out the “About My Blog” page to see how I described the meaning when I first started my blog a little over six months ago, but I think it has really evolved already in such a short amount of time. My blog title represents my life – your life – all our lives. There are days that we wish we could just crawl back in bed, put on our favorite pajamas and take a break from it all. Then there are days that we are thankful to be home, in our pajamas, enjoying the little things with our families. When I think of pajamas I think of my children as babies coming home from the hospital in their freshly washed onesies, I think of flannel footies on Christmas morning, I picture princess nightgowns  and slumber parties. Pajama Days remind me to not take life too seriously and prioritize. I begin each day taking off my pajamas, and I finish each day putting them back on. It is a never ending cycle, book-marking everything that happens in between for the rest of my life.

Okay, now I have sufficiently procrastinated long enough to miss any chance of getting to a Jazzercise class on time. I must admit though,  I still think it was time well spent. Thanks for the prompt Conflicted Mean Girl. I look forward to reading anyone else’s answers. Be sure to post it in the comments or I won’t know you participated!

6 thoughts on “Thank you Conflicted Mean Girl

  1. Here’s the link, Emily: Tag, you’re it! I have taken up the gauntlet (thank you, Conflicted Mean Girl!) and passed along the virus, er, I mean, challenge to my own readers. I’m sure the response will be underwhelming.

    Thanks for the inspiration! (And all these years we’ve thought those pesky chain letters could serve no useful purpose…)

  2. i found you through mommybloggers and this was such a perfect first post to read! so much fun to learn about a few of your ins and outs. and, for the record, why yes. yes, i would like to crawl into my fave jammys some days! 🙂

  3. I love the “listened to stories read by someone else’s grandma.” The image is so great and I can completely relate to that.

    The other thing that stands out is your talking about being home during the day and not finding the time to do everything on your list. I always find it comforting that no matter what the situation, women have so many of the struggles and guilt surrounding the idea of finding balance.

    And finally, I’m glad to take the blame on the procrastination. It’s appropriate. I’m the queen of procrastination.

    1. Thank you for carrying that “burden” – lol! One of the things that I have loved the most about blogging is realizing, finally, that I am normal. Even though “mommy blogs” and “mommy bloggers” have gotten a lot of bad publicity, I have found there to be more support than anything else.

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