Me and Drew Barrymore sitting in a tree.
Thanks for all your kind comments about my absurd mean girl encounter. I feel like next time I will be able to deal with the situation more appropriately.
Actually I don’t really blame the other mom all that much. I bet she was just wishing me and my kid to the devil from the get go for barging in on her kids. Although honestly, I didn’t even look at the mom again after it escalated so I have no idea what was going on with her.
My birthday was Sunday! Everyone on Facebook magically knew it and I had to ask Sparkle to show me how that was. Now I too will magically know your birthday if we are friends on facebook. woo! Vim made me cupcakes and popovers and I bought myself some t-shirts and a pair of adorable yellow fluevogs. I’m all for a person just buying themselves their own birthday presents. It’s so civilized and then you don’t have to feel all depressed that someone bought you some crappy thing that is so WRONG you wonder if they even understand you at all.
I’m 35 and I am still wondering when it is that I will become a grown up. If not now than I’m probably doomed to never feel like I have achieved grownupness. In some ways I’m fine with that, preserving my youthful outlook and all that. But on the other hand, some of those qualities that I associate with grownupness I would really like to feel like I have. Confidence, direction, purpose…
Can we all just take a collective moment to sigh over how lovely Drew Barrymore is here? I do so love her. She’s a year or two younger than me…. I wish I had this outfit.

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July 14, 2009 at 8:03 pm
DAmmit! I missed another birthday! Happy happy!
July 16, 2009 at 9:23 am
i saw that outfit and admired it too. and not many people can get away with wearing a net over their face. but drew can.
hey i saw a girl on my train the other day who looked like you. she was a mum of a baby and all the office workers on the train were giving her dirty looks coz her baby was crying and she totally just stared them down and i was proud of her and when i got off the train i told her she was doing a great job with her kid and she looked at me like i was some middle-aged freak who wouldn’t know anything about what kind of mum she is and shouldn’t be speaking to strangers on trains. this is all irrelevant to you, except that she looked like you.
July 17, 2009 at 9:37 pm
You don’t ever have to feel like a grownup. It just automatically happens anyway so U might as well ignore it!