In honor of Throwback Thursday, here’s a photo of a handsome young man who came to live with my family for a while in 1984. He was a foreign exchange student who had an overbite and needed dental work, so my parents paid for his braces, along with his awesome mustard yellow sweatpants.
Actually that’s me, showcasing a box I made for my 4th grade Valentine’s Day party. As you can imagine with that haircut and serial killer stare, I had loads of young lads clamoring to put their cards in my box. Ahem.
This horrendous photo has brought much laughter to me and my husband. In our old house, I used to randomly tape it to the inside door of his bedside cabinet as a way to say “I love you,” and “Don’t you ever break my heart or I’ll stab you in the neck.” Ahh romance.
My writing friend is sending me prompts for #NaBloPoMo. I have no idea where she’s getting them (I hope it’s not illegal), but today I actually followed it. It was:
Prompt #6 (Nov 7)
Throw back Thursday. Post an old photo and tell us about it. Transcribe an old journal. Share a memory. Keep it short and simple.
I need to issue a disclaimer that I signed up to do NaBloPoMo, which in case either of my two readers is unaware, is National Blog Posting Month. It means I’ll be posting something every day. I know – I’m just as worried as you are.
I did this at the urging of a friend of mine who is doing NaNoWriMo, the novel writing counterpart. So while she is busy writing a 50,000 word science fiction novel, I’ll be over here writing 200 word posts about things like ants, bunions and barnacles. I cannot be held responsible for the quality of my posts, and if you want to just skip this month and come back in December, I won’t blame you.
I’m doing this in part to help with what I have previously referred to as my relatively chronic case of blogstipation. I often struggle to put the words in the computer, deeming them too unfit for public consumption. But at some point you just need to let it out, knowing that only 2-7% may be worth reading. NaBloPoMo shall be my blogging laxative. In which case, I apologize in advance for what is sure to be at times an unsightly case of bloggerrhea. (fact: diarrhea is one of the most difficult words for me to spell correctly on the first try) (extra and unnecessary fact: apparently I write about diarrhea a lot?)
I am also doing this as part of a larger ‘just do it and move on’ effort. There are too many things on my list that I am overthinking or procrastinating or avoiding. I tend to get more done and be more productive when I have more on my plate, so we’ll see if this daily writing commitment can motivate me elsewhere. However I just used 15 minutes of free time to take a nap on the couch, so I think I’m in trouble.
I signed up late and missed the first couple days, and then of course yesterday’s post dated itself as the 6th instead of the 5th (a downfall of being a last-minute writer in the Pacific time zone), so I am already bringing my standard train wreck flair to this endeavor. Should be fun. This totally counts as a full post.