Yellow Shoes

Because I'm expecting Spring to come tip-toeing around the corner any minute, I spent my Christmas money from Grandma and Grandpa today on yellow shoes to go wtih my green dress.



Now, I can hardly think about green dresses without thinking about a million dollars, and so that you can have this illogical association too and we can all have the song stuck in our heads together, go listen to it here

As you can imagine, some people have underdeveloped senses of appreciation for great shoes. I sent the boys a picture. Gregg wanted to know "what good does this do me?" and Brian asked if I slipped into a vat of mustard. Bishop men. seriously--haven't I taught you guys anything!?

February 18th

My cool little brother turned 22 on the 18th, and in honor of the occassion, I thought you'd all like to see him when he had half that many 2s in his age. I remember his second birthday quite clearly, cuz I got him a REALLY cool birthday present...can't remember what it was, but I remember wrapping it with Grandma Bishop and enjoying the very satisfied feeling of knowing he was going to love it.
(Mom and Grandma used to make us cute birthday cakes, but mom didn't like making them, so as soon as we were older we "got" to make our own, which in retrospect looks like a case of parental spin marketing)


who is more enthusiastic that he's having a birthday, me or him?...hard to tell.


Sitting on the porch at Grandma Bishop's house.


Just think, if we had had skis strapped to our feet here...




(Check out mom's sandals. I got some sandals last summer that look a bit like this, and I think of mom every time I wear them...I kinda bought them for that reason, even. I'm my mother's child...Our shoes prove it. But what is going on with my hair in this picture!? What a little ruffian.)





When we were little from time to time we thought we were tired of each other, and on those occasions I would either quote poetry ("I had a little brother, And I took him to my mother, And I said I want another little brother for a change. But she said don't be a bother, So I took him to my father, And I said this little bother of a brother's very strange!") or I'd pick up the telephone and dial the "brother and sister exchange service" and order a sister for immediate delivery.

What was I thinking?!
Happy (now belated) Birthday, Bri! I wouldn't trade you. (And I'm sure Gregg wouldn't either, even if he would try to make you pay him not to.)

pioneer

Janet was over on Friday and we were talking about our "alter egos"--the courageous, can-do "other" side of ourselves that we have to believe in a bit to accomplish certain things. For example, she is learning to drive a standard, and it's somewhat intimidating for her (understandably so!), so she resorts to her alter ego. If you read the Rose is Rose comic strip, you'll know just what I mean. HER alter ego is a rattle-snake chili loving biker girl with a tatoo. If you don't read it, here's some examples plucked from this website)


The snow this week brought out my own alter ego, as it often does. Made me want to bake biscuits and make soup on a woodstove. My alter ego is part pioneer, part Rosie the Riveter, and part fashionista who flies airplanes, of course.
Gregg says "perhaps" he has an alter ego, but "why would I tell you about it?" I think if GREGG even has one, a lot of other sensible people probably do too, and I've been speculating on what various people's alter ego might look like.

When I came up the stairs from the train tonight, there was a whole crowd of people--with drums and tubas, standing in the dark, practicing for fasnacht! I could hear them playing as I walked, and it gave me a terrific case of the grins all the way home. (Feb. 19th-As an ammendment to yesterday's post, I'll add that drums and tubas and about a bazillion little children went marching loudly past my window at 6.30 am today, when I hadn't been asleep but 4 hours and didn't plan to be up for another two. Fasnacht was not nearly as enjoyable from that vantage point...and I'm confused about why we're doing this already! Isn't it next week?)