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I am an East Coast expatriate hiding out in the Midwest...

I am an urban gal living in the suburbs and occasionally hiding in the country

I am a yoga practitioner, fitness enthusiast, believer in the mind-body-spirit connection...

I am a mid-life "revert" to the Roman Catholic faith in which I was raised and which has become an enormous source of support, encouragement, inspiration, and joy in my life...

I am a mom, sister, daughter, and wife...

I am an explorer; adventurous and curious about the world and people around me...

I am educated in the formal sense but I gain insight through everyday living...

I created this blog at a time of great fear and apprehension in my life. I chose to sustain it because of the discoveries about myself and the world around me that it has revealed.



What you can expect to find here:
  • the documentation of a love-hate relationship with the greater Philadelphia area
  • reminiscing about the good-ole-days (the 80's!)
  • complaints about my various ailments and injuries, both real and imagined
  • pictures and stories of gardening, decorating, shopping, sewing
  • my love of irony
  • links to kooky news stories
  • way too much scatological musing for sane people


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    Saturday, January 29, 2005
    Dance Party!

    Since we are still on our own, kiddo and I had a disco party in the kitchen (slippery floors and all that...) Can I state for the record that Peaches & Herb's Shake Your Groove Thing must be among the most peppy, uptempo, upbeat disco tunes of all time?

    I think the only K-tel-esque Item I have ever purchased is The Ultimate Dance Party double CD. There are a few clunkers on there but overall its got 'da HITS, baby! (Ktel sells prescription DRUGS now...I guess since their customer base is aging they've moved on from crap-rock compilations to lipotor and viagra...)

    When I was in 4th grade, I convinced my parents to throw a Disco brithday party, complete with accessories, party games, and a record-player cake courtesy of Dynamite magazine.

    My mother went out and purchased Disco Nights to keep us hipster 10 year olds entertained. I think she also purchased a velour jogging suit (brown, of course) with a sunset applique on it for me as party aparrel. Of course it had coordinating cream/brown/orange/green ribbed knit stripes running down each leg.  And lets not forget some kind of hideous puma-ish footwear - I think mine were royal blue with orange trim. I was soooo hooked up!

    The only downside of the event was my father donning a Maine fisherman's hat and belting out "Macho Man" into a banana. That is etched into my mind for all eternity.

    Posted at 12:15 pm by brandy101

    Posted by brandy101 @ 01/30/2005 10:57 AM PST
    sorry, I have no pics of that party - if there are any, they are in my mom's basement 800 miles away.

    I wrote up the description totally from memory - certain things stay fresh in my mind a loooooonnnnggg time :)
    Posted by chrysalis @ 01/30/2005 10:16 AM PST
    Okay, Brandy cough 'em up! I wanna see pics of you in disco duds! (After all, I gave the world a glimpse into my Duran Duran phase ...)
    Posted by FreudianSlip @ 01/30/2005 09:48 AM PST
    the mental image is interesting..
    i can only imagine how fun that was in reality :)
    Posted by Michelle @ 01/30/2005 07:43 AM PST
    Aww come on I bet dad look fantastic! Hee Hee sounds like you all had fun. Now when are you coming to Boston?
    Posted by Lyly @ 01/29/2005 12:45 PM PST
    once again, my youth. hated that peaches and herb song though
    Posted by Miss Ginger @ 01/29/2005 12:40 PM PST
    Oooh, I wish I was there. Sounds like a blast.

    Except for the Macho Man memory. I'm sure it was cringe-worthy. Like when my dad waltzed into the living room (where I was having my Disco birthday party, circa..78?) in his *bathrobe*, unshaven, sat down and complained about the 'damned noise', then sent everyone home.

    Ughhhhh.
     

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