October 20, 2007
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How Many People Can I Greet in my Pajamas?
Happy Saturday to you!
Today, I woke at 5:53 to get ready and out the door for the NYFL Cheer Competition. (I’m an assistant senior coach.) The girls did quite well. Little Miss had two solo toe-touch jumps in her non-competitive routine and was the one who got to call “Ready” for all the cheers. (According to her, “I’ve got the loudest voice.”) LibbyK and her squad had an extremely difficult routine with tons of mounts and things. And, they took first place! Huzzah! I even got a medal placed around my neck by Marcy Rylan. (I didn’t know who she was either until this competition.)
Afterward, we went out to Quaker Steak (mmmm!) to celebrate. Then, my mom and I did a bit of shopping. I got home at 4:45 or so and changed into my pajamas. Bliss.
But, who’s that knocking on the door? Buscuit’s Mom? Why? AAAH! We forgot! Wit and Hunter had a costume birthday party to go to and neither one was ready nor had any idea for a costume. I went into screamy-mom mode, flinging costumes at people and squalling in general. Ten minutes later, Hunter was in their van. I threw TGD’s jacket over my silky red jammies (pants and top) and went to the van to tell them that Wit was not going togo. Turns out, Biscuit’s Dad was also in the van. “Hey, here I am in my pajamas. Er…”
I was feeling agitated from all the chaos, so I decided to drown my mind in work on the journaling in my England scrapbook. “Mom, someone’s coming down the driveway. I don’t know who it is.” (Throw on sweatshirt over jammies)
Ding-dong.
“Hello, I’m Blah Blah Blah, and I’m running for Register of Wills…”
Great, another person, this one a male stranger running for public office, sees me in my pajamas.So you will not have to suffer the ignominy of seeing me in my jammies like the rest of the world, I’ll show you a picture or two of LibbyK’s squad. (She’s the one in the top picture with the long, blonde ponytail in the middle. The lady in the back was a spotter in case someone fell on her head.)
“Yell out our colors! Stand up and cheer!”
“Bulldogs!” (The ending stunt)
Comments (23)
Well, at least they were pajamas and not something more risque.
You know…I’m pretty impressed that someone HAS matching red silk pajamas!!!!!
So maybe that’s what everybody else was thinking too! “Wow! She has matching pjs! Pretty impressive!”
Now, without a second thought, GO AHEAD and put the cucumber/avacado pore-tightening mask on, roll your hair up on those sponge rollers from junior-high, and paint your toenails! That way you have an excuse NOT to answer the doorbell when it rings again!
Don’t mention it…just glad to be a help!
Alesha
Meh, they can’t all be winners. A-material accumulates at a finite rate.
I was thinking….. how funny it must have been to see you running around screaming about costumes and flinging clothing all over the place.
Oh, and I laughed about your comment too. heheheheeee.
Congrats to LibbyK!!!
I’m sure you look quite fine in your pajamas. It’s just the fact that you were in them at 5pm…
Hey, at least you were comfortable!!
RYC: It doesn’t surprise me one bit.
Congratulations to all! Great photos!
Wonderful house below! What a great opportunity! Glad the competition went well. And your pjs sound pretty, so…oh well. I’ve never found the perfect robe to use for occassions like that.
What a day!! haha I find it funny how on the little advertisement above your post it has all of these things advertising pajamas. lol
At least you WEAR p.j.s! (unlike some folks who shall remain nameless)
I think we should be able to wear our jammies everywhere. I’m a cotton kind of gal myself, though.
I’m sure they were lovely pj’s! On one of our coldest winter days last year…our doorbell rang and I was greeted by our neighbor. She was dressed in a cute pair of flannel jammies when she walked out in her carport and her door shut…locking her out of her house. Thankfully, we were home and only snickered quietly as she came in to use the phone.
This also reminds me of the time I locked my college room mate out of our room. They made her leave our ninth floor hallway and come down to the lobby (a co-ed dorm, no less) to get the spare key. Brutal!
Congrats on the win! And I’m sure you looked pretty fine in your red silk pajamas!
I laughed to the point of tears at the “What’s Wrong With Me” song… and thanks for your comment, both for the serious part and the funny part. I needed both.
well, you know when you have a “pajamas day,” someone is sure to stop by….at least that’s what always happens to me! lol
your cheerleaders’ pyramids look great! good job!
Impressive pics!
Wouldn’t you just like to disconnect the phone and doorbell some days???
oh my, sorry about the pajamas thing.
But it was great having Nate at Zeph’s party!! we all had a grand ‘ole time! I’m trusting that he got home safe… I knew he should’ve called you before leaving! 
I could live a wonderful life in Pajamas! Cotton in summer, flannel in winter……aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!
When teachers start at a new school, they usually get handed the duties and sponserships that noone else wants. A few years ago, when I moved to OK, I was given the task of being cheerleader sponser and couldn’t get rid of it for 3 years full time and 2 additional years part time (basketball season only). What an experience………..that I don’t want to relive! hahahahahahah
Congratulations LibbyK and squad!
Rah! Rah! Sis-Boom-Bah! Go LibbyK!!
Hey should I go over to LibbyK’s blog and see if she posted?!!
Next time try getting into your pajamas after dark. This has always worked for me.
It sounds like the cheer competition was worth waking up early for. As for the pajamas, they must be a male magnet or something.
We occasionally have a pajama pajama day on a Saturday or if someone is sick. Isaac coined the term when he was little because he loved staying in his pajamas all day. He is usually the one who gets everyone to agree to a pajama pajama day.
Hunter didn’t get his revisions back, either? I just assumed it was my fault since I got mine in late (oops! It was due on Labor Day, though…). And he never even let me know he ever recieved my article, so I was stunned when my friend announced I was in the issue!
Somehow, I think he got a little stuck when he announced he was going to edit and format all in the same week…
Ha Ha! That’ll learn ya. You need some lounging pajamas. Perhaps that’s what you wore, pajamas is a vague term. I can see a whole line of transitional clothing. Not street clothes and not P.J.’s Denim blue brushed twill bottoms and cute tee tops, Jean Harlowesque satin charmeuse kimono styles…
That’s what I love about this country; A republican Christian and a left-wing Pagan can still be friends!