Today instead of the usual Monday potluck, I am pulling one of my favorite stories out of the archives.
For a reason.
A really good reason.
Please read to the end to find out why…
Holly was once a teenager.
Although Holly is naturally
perky, the teenage years turned Holly’s perkiness into
springy teenage angst.
Springy teenage angst can be identified by continuous eye-rolling and hyper-debating.
Holly’s bobbing head in
off-beat time to her walkman was seen wandering around her room and on the well beaten track to the bathroom she shared.
It may have been because Holly lived directly across from her parents bed room…
It may have been because the family needed a break from all the eye-rolling…
It may have been because someone needed to go to the bathroom…
SOMETHING caused Holly’s dad came up with a brilliant idea!
Genius Holly’s dad…
Let’s build Holly a room in the basement!
Holly’s dad built walls.
Holly’s dad built a bathroom.
Holly’s dad put carpet on the floor.
This new room was very helpful in containing Holly’s teenage angst.
This new room was very helpful in containing Holly’s mess.
Holly did not live alone
in her mess.
Holly’s dog didn’t seem to mind the long hours in the bathroom, the constant eye-rolling or the mess.
At the time Holly thought the room was nice.
Now that Holly is no longer suffering from teenage angst she can fully admit that the room was teenage nirvana.
Well, almost teenage nirvana. There was one time when Holly found a small garden snake under her bathroom rug.
And then Holly suffered from
legitimate angst.
The End.
This is not the end of the story!
There is more…
After a series of crazy coincidences, I found that
this very room that my dad built for me was later the home of fellow blogger, Jennifer from Thursday Drive. She writes about it
HERE.
Jennifer {who I love dearly and think is one of the most amazing writers I have ever read} is in the middle of a mess. Over a year ago she and her children moved across the country to start a new life after a divorce. The kids went to visit their dad a few weeks ago and
didn’t return. Jennifer is in need of some help to enforce the custody agreement and see her children again.
If there is any way that you can help, please
check out her story on Go Fund Me. Thank you so much.
Now GO before I start rolling my eyes.
We did an ’80’s theme day at work a few weeks ago.
I did not participate.
I no longer own leg-warmers. I ripped the shoulder pads out of everything I owned that had them. My lace fingerless gloves are long since gone, I no longer own pastel pumps.
I boycotted.
I’m already traumatized enough.
Western Day?
No problem.
Pajama Day?
Awesome.
You could have even thrown Western Pajama Day in there and I would have been happier to wear my jammies with a ten gallon hat and boots than I would have been to relive the 80’s.
If I’d seen the snake I would have moved back upstairs. Once you have one snake they go and tell their snaky friends and then pretty soon you are known as the house of snakes.
I still don’t have my own bathroom.
I still love this story. Especially since you took care of the fierce snake trapping.
Still waiting to see if that faux brick will come back around, like bamboo wallpaper did. Not hopeful.
HOw did you work big hear with headphones? I went with big bangs and side wings & left the rest flat, which made the initial placement of the headphone tricky (having to lift them over the bangs & then settle them in front of the wings, but did not mess the hair up otherwise.
and I meant big HAIR, not big hear since that is just a matter of volume control.
But then, so is big hair actually….
i deleted part 3. i am stupid.
Oh my goodness, the shoulder pads…lol. Do you remember how they used to have velcro underneath sometimes so you could adjust them? Too funny! And lucky you with a basement bedroom- who didn’t want THAT as a teenager! Score!
Lol – this is awesome!
I love your pictorials! If a teen rolls their eyes and no one is around to see, does it still make them feel superior?
How the hell did you get so lucky as to have a teenager den? I had a similar setup to your FIRST setup, except that in mine, the bathroom was WAY too far away from the bedroom. So when I walked to the bathroom from bedroom, I had plenty of time to sigh in disgust at my surroundings while strolling the well-beaten path.
Also, I have tried TWICE to Stumble this, with no luck. No idea why. Maybe it’s my stupid work PC. I’ll try later from my beloved antique Mac.