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Hammocks
July 6th, 2009
Oh Lordy, I can not believe I am about to show you this picture–here goes:
Things to notice:
1. The Blossom Hat. I wore it all the time and had a t-shirt with an enormous sunflower on it so when worn together it had the combined effect of a very ugly, silk centerpiece which would have been perfectly at home in the lobby of the Motel Six.
2.The Lack of Pants. This picture was taken while camping at the lake. I am sure I had on a swimsuit under the shirt, but who knows. I already told you no one at this house likes to be dressed, obviously this started early in life.
3.The Sweet Valley High Book. Have I ever told you I alternate good literature with Bodice Rippers (trashy romance novels for those who may not have had the pleasure of reading a book that has sentences like “Their bodies came together in an embrace that shook the heavens as he ripped the bodice of her gown from her heaving creamy bosom.”)? Sweet Valley High is a bodice ripper for thirteen year olds. There are HUNDREDS of those books and either one of them or a The Baby Sitter’s Club book were never far from my side for many years.
4. The item this post pertains to, The Hammock. This one was stored in our camping gear and I always used to race my dad for this spot at camp. Why we never bought another five dollar hammock, I have no idea.
Anyway–I like hammocks. A couple of years ago my in-laws moved to this lovely little community in the middle of nowhere. They were unsure how they would like it, so instead of buying land and then being stuck with it, they decided to rent. They loved it–we all loved it. Unfortunately the owners love it too and decided they want to move back in themselves. The Elder, but not old, Huckablogs have had to move. Which means their hammocks are in storage. Which means I am sad.
Here is my hammock on the old compound front lawn. Just try and tell me that is not the perfect place for a sweet tea and US Weekly.
Here are my feet in my hammock. This one was taken at Thanksgiving; I was too stuffed to move. I took these pictures while laying there.
The Son and I have napped and nursed so often in that hammock it would probably make even the most die hard lactivist proud.
The other hammock often hosted various relatives, they had to share because I would not move out of mine. Here are MMiL and The Son taking a break from hunting eggs at Easter.
The Son does not like to share either. Here he is trying to dislodge FFiL.
Sigh, so sad. A hammock in the back yard in the suburbs is just not the same. Good thing The Elder, but not old, Huckablogs are going to find an even BETTER compound, to buy this time. One with even BIGGER trees, and an even LOVELIER view. I fully intend to help unload the moving truck, but as soon as it is empty, I am grabbing my hammock, my sweet tea, and my trashy magazine and not budging until after the stars have all come out.
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Oh, I love this post. It makes me wish I had a hammock of my very own. (I do have a Skychair though, and it’s been my favorite outdoor spot for the past 16 years!)
Want to know a dirty secret of mine? I still have all my Sweet Valley High books. (And, even worse, Sweet Valley TWINS!) And I WISH I still had my Babysitter’s Club books…they were definitely favorites of mine
. I’m hopeful that my daughter (currently 2 years old) will one day enjoy them as much as I did.
And I no longer make a pretense of mixing ‘fine literature’ with my bodice rippers, lol. (Not that I’m saying yours is a pretense…I’ve just given myself up to pure hedonism, is all.)
All my Sweet Valley Twins (and High) books and Babysitter’s Club books are in my attic. I’m picturing the summer camp super special BC one right now with the girls wearing green t-shirts and white shorts with pleats. Do you guys remember that one?
I also secretly watched taped episodes of the Babysitter’s Club television series on VHS well into college. Shhh. Don’t tell anyone. They’ll think I’m nerdy.
Here’s more fodder for the folks who think my BCTV habit was a bit nerdy (and I admit that it pretty much is)…I still watch Disney Channel (original movies, TV shows, old movies, cartoons…I’m a junky!), and I don’t even have any children to use as an excuse.
Thanks for the flashback! I especially love the hat…if you can call it that. It’s okay. I had your hat’s matching dress. It was babydoll style with sunflowers all over it, and I wore it with black leggings. I couldn’t talk my mom into the matching hat.
I’d forgotten how beautiful it was out front there. You’ll have MMIL and FFIL home sick with these shots. Love the pic of MMIL with the son in hammock. They seem to be having a grand time.
Had to go google skychair and NOW I NEED ONE! I found out this post made some people sad….and I AM SO SORRY!! Go look at me in the hat again, that should take care of any homesickness.
i wish i cud have hammock my own.. nw i ll get it very soon…
Regards
Pallavi
http://www.anxietyspinnerrings.com
LOL! I, too, was obsessed with the SVH and BSC books…was that the best racket ever, or what? I swear those authors (and I use the term “author” loosely) churned out a book a month, and the first 1/4 of the book was just the exact same recap info they put in every single one. Ripoff!