My mom has a chemistry degree and has worked part time as a lab technician pretty much since I can remember.  The job she worked at for most of my school years had a few family perks we always really enjoyed.

Once a year they rented out some huge venue and threw a giant summer party.  Places like water parks and small theme parks.  When I was older my mom would often just give the tickets to me or my sister and we would grab a few friends and go by ourselves.

Good (and more importantly free) times!

Here’s a fun caricature that was done of me at one of these bashes.

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It’s dated 1988 so I was in grade school.  Apparently I liked to draw back then or at least that’s what I told the artist when he asked me what I liked to do.

And yup, I still have this caricature.  It’s not displayed or anything, but stored safely away in a tupperware bin in the closet.

– Joanna

Question of the Day:  Do you have a box of fun and random childhood memorabilia?  

For a slightly embarrassing but pretty funny Throwback Thursday post, I’d like to share a picture of my butt.

My Butt PM RW

I think this picture pretty much speaks for itself although I will put it in context for you.  My first job was working in the cosmetics department of a drug store.  I am highly sensitive to strong perfume smells, but despite the frequent headaches I came home with, I actually really liked this job.  One of my duties was decorating the end caps and I gotta say that was fun for a highschooler.  I’m 90% sure this picture was supposed to be of just the end cap display and not my butt.

The only issue I had with this place was the smock.  We had to wear an apron-like smock in the cosmetics department.  I didn’t mind it with the bib rolled down and just tied around my waist, but that wasn’t how it was to be worn.  Occasionally on the weekends my boss would send her daughter in just to make sure I was wearing the whole smock and not just half the smock.

Trust, but verified I guess.

One nice perk of this job was first hand access to post holiday sales.  One year I got a boatload of taper candles on Christmas clearance for literally pennies apiece and melted them down to make better candles for gifts the next year.  It’s the little things.

– Joanna

Question of the Day:  What was your first job?  Did you like it? 

No, the Nighthawk is not a bird.  Okay, that’s a lie.  Technically the Nighthawk is a bird.  At least according to Wikipedia and Wikipedia is never ever wrong.

But it’s also a motorcycle.  But not just any motorcycle.  It’s the very first motorcycle I ever rode on!  The Husband has had LOTS of motorcycles in his lifetime (that would be a post all on its own) but this was the bike he bought in grad school after we met.  Previously he’d had only sports bikes so this was his first standard bike.  He bought it because it was cheap and less likely to be stolen in the “ghetto” which is where he claimed to live when we met.  For the record, it was NOT the ghetto.  Far from it.  But when you are from a small town and you move to the big city . . .

So here she is.

Nighthawk PM RW

Pretty, no?  Yes.  Also perhaps the worst bike decision Mike ever made because it spoiled me for other bikes and he was never able to buy the bike he actually wanted when we got married.  It may be hard to tell since I PicMonkeyed the heck out of these Throwback Thursday pictures, but the passenger seat is quite comfortable compared to most bikes.  It’s rather wide with a substantial backrest.  A backrest people, a backrest.  For many motorcyclists a backrest is a luxury.  For many others it’s an eyesore.  Even the Husband tends to think of them as eyesores.  But once you’ve ridden on the back of a motorcycle with a backrest, you’re not likely to ever go back.  And I never have.  EVER.

So he never bought the sports bike he really had his eye on and, for the most part, over the course of his next three bikes, the backrests just kept getting nicer.

Many women refuse to ever get on a motorcycle in the first place so I like to think a comfortable place for my posterior is the least I can expect in return for the thousands of miles I’ve ridden back there.

Another fun tidbit is that I have never ridden on the back of a motorcycle with anyone other than my husband.  I had the chance in college with a guy I dated briefly but he didn’t wear a helmet.  My theory is, if he didn’t respect his own life enough to wear a helmet he certainly wasn’t going to respect my life.  And I refused to ride with him.

Safety first people.  Safety first.

– Joanna

Question of the Day:  Do you have your motorcycle license?  Have you ever ridden on the back of a motorcycle?  

This is going to be a short Throwback Thursday because I don’t have a ton of commentary on this picture.  Other than to say I was darn cute as a kid.

Wagon PM RW

The Husband would most likely insert “what happened?” here.  Good thing he’s not writing this post.

Anyway I’m the one in pink.  That’s my sister hidden behind me.  As for everybody else?  I have no idea.  All my mom’s friends back then were having kids at the same time so it’s probably a bunch of her friends’ kids in the wagon with me.  I do know for sure that wasn’t our wagon.  Or our dog.

That’s all I’ve got.  Have a lovely Thursday and don’t throw your back out!  Get it?  Throwback Thursday?  Okay, bad joke but I can’t believe no one has ever made it before.

– Joanna

Question of the Day:  Do you have old pictures where you don’t know who is in them?  Did anybody write on the back of your old pictures? 

It’s Throwback Thursday!!!!  Or as I like to call it a super cold Monday in January.  You all remember I scheduled these ahead of time right?  Well, it’s super cold today.  As in negative degrees.  As in potentially record setting (at least for the last 20 years or so.)  I’m cool (ha!) with that though because The Husband’s work was closed for the day so we have an extended weekend.  We are house bound due to the cold (Sweetey Petey doesn’t need to be subjected to that thankyouverymuch) so there is probably a lot of playing and reading books on tap for today.  Maybe a movie if the toddler gets curmudgeonly.

So, anyway, here is a picture of my very first pets!  That’s Charlie Brown on the left.  That dog had a bark that could scare away any door-to-door salesperson lickety split.  I swear he sounded like a pit bull.  On the right was MY first pet, Frisky.  Charlie was around before my sister and I were born and he never took too much of a hankering to us.  He mostly tolerated us.

Frisky was a guinea pig.  I thought he was a he until we tagged along to one of Charlie Brown’s veterinary visits.  Frisky had a small growth on his belly and for something like $7 our vet agreed to take a look at him.  And promptly informed us he was a she.  I forget what happened with the growth exactly.  Riveting story, no?

Charlie and Frisky PM RW

Here’s another fun one of me and my sister with Charlie Brown.

Charlie Brown Dog PM RW

He’s giving my sister a big ol’ sloppy kiss so maybe he liked us after all.  By the way the little hill in our front yard was great for sledding!

– Joanna

Question of the Day:  What was your first pet?  What was its name?

For today’s Throwback Thursday post, please enjoy a snapshot of The Husband’s college softball team.

Baseball Team PM RW

Mike was the pitcher.  And he still has that shirt . . . although it has seen better days.  It seems weird to me to see him without facial hair.  This is how he looked when we first met although with a few subtle hints from me he quickly grew a goatee.  And I do mean quickly.  My husband is a mountain man when it comes to facial hair.  He can have a five o’clock shadow by noon at the latest.

My role at these games was “wallet and key holder.”  Yup.  I sat in the stands, cheered and held a few of the guys wallets and keys.  I’d like to think any success they had was partly due to my support.  Although success is possibly not the right word here since it happened on more than one occasion that Mike had to explain the rules of the game to a team mate . . . as they were driving to the game.  Quite a few of these guys only knew how to play Cricket.

– Joanna

Question of the Day: Did you play any sports in school?  If so, what?

Okay so you all might think it is April 3rd but technically it is January 5th.  Yup.  January 5th.  It’s a Sunday and I’ve spent the better part of Sweetey Petey’s naptime running some old pictures through PicMonkey online, adding fun filters, resizing and watermarking them.

As I’m typing this, baby girl is kicking me (she’s a mover that one) but as you’re reading this she is probably a few weeks old and keeping me awake at night.  Babies.  They do that sort of thing.  It’s a good thing they’re cute.

So yeah, I’m banking some posts and scheduling them ahead of time to keep you all interested in case I can’t keep a decent posting schedule with a brand new little one in the house.  I’m guessing I can’t.  At least not for a while.

And since I probably just bared it all to dozens of nurses and doctors in the hospital, I figured I might as well bare it all to you too.  So I’m taking a stab at this whole Throwback Thursday thing and posting some pictures I wouldn’t normally post.  Pictures of me, which you almost never see.  Pictures of Mike.  Pictures of random moments from my past.  Some sentimental.  Some funny.  Some slightly embarrassing.  Some just because.  So for the next umpteenth weeks (I think I’ve got at least 25 plus weeks worth of pictures edited) you’ll see regular Thursday posts with a picture or two and just a little bit of commentary.  So stay tuned.

I’m sure I’ll post current stuff as well, but for now this eases my mind that my little corner of the blogosphere won’t appear neglected.

For my first Throwback Thursday I’d like to share a picture of Mike and I from early on in our relationship.  We met in September and this was obviously taken in October so we definitely hadn’t been dating long.  If I recall, Mike had thought I was kidding about my fear of clowns till we went through this haunted house and I screamed my freaking head off and hid.  Yes, I AM freaked out by clowns and any of you in your right mind should be too.  They.  Are.  Scary.

Halloween PM RW

– Joanna

Question of the Day:  Do you like haunted houses?  

So I actually wrote two blog posts this morning . . . neither of which you can see today.

Sorry.

I’ve decided to do a series of Throwback Thursday posts in which I share random details of my past as well as potentially embarrassing photos of me, like questionable fashion choices, kissing a snake, my butt (sorta, this is a family blog after all) and more.  But I’m not starting them till the first Thursday in April.  If all goes according to plan, April will be prime new-baby-is-wearing-me-out-and-I’m-not-sleeping-well-thus-my-blog-sucks-a-little-bit time.  So I thought it would be nice to have some interesting material scheduled to keep things going for a while.  I’m sure I’ll still blog of course, but depending on how much sleep I get I can’t promise how coherent the posts will be.

I have Throwback Thursday posts from the first Thursday in April through the beginning of July already scheduled, with more yet to go.

I’m sacrificing today’s entertainment for tomorrow’s entertainment I suppose.

How about a teaser instead?  No, not the butt picture.  You have to wait till May 8th for that one.

Here’s a picture of an upcoming post by The Husband.

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I’ll let you all guess what it is.

Have a lovely Friday.

– Joanna

Question of the Day:  What is this picture of?  Why is it important to The Husband?