Thursday, June 18, 2009

Cleaning Out Dad's Attic

I know there are lots of these floating around the internets, but this is my very own so, you know. Kinda special. Was there some sort of orange and brown dress code required by the photographer? I know, I know--they were cool colors back then. That jumpsuit of mine? Corduroy. So anyway. Enjoy. It was some of the booty we found after Dad's attic was cleaned out recently. I won't even share what kind of "paraphernalia" we found mixed up in my brother's college boxes. To be fair , he and my sister had to determine what paraphernalia belonged to whom.

Tuesday was the Annual Dinner Meeting for our most favorite insurance carrier. A state of the union, pat on the back gathering to review the annual production contest and yearly numbers, blah, blah, blah I'm boring myself even summing it up. There are award plaques and tier attainments named after precious metals. Lots of handshaking, suits, buzzwords, sports metaphors. So many insurance agents. Think of how riveting that must be.
I don't go most years because they go on FOREVER and I'm usually crawling out of my skin by the time the keynote speaker gets started. My brain can only take so much empty jargon before it starts to implode. Can not compute all the saying of the nothing.
My motivation for going this year was the venue: Heinz Field. And we did well enough this year to earn the added treat of a tour prior to the festivities.I touched the grass.
This is a painting in the office adjacent to the press box. And here is a horrendous photo of a replica of the 2008 Super Bowl ring worn by our tour guide. Sorry, it was the best of 3.It was me, my dad, and my brother. I call this photo 'Sweating.'My sister opted out this year. If you have something against nepotism just say it now. I'm kidding! It's called 'a family business.' Also, working with us has been clinically proven to cause madness. e.g. Daily games of How Long After I Start Humming A Horrible Song Quietly At My Desk Before Someone Else Gets It Stuck In Their Head And Starts Humming It.
So here's the locker room.
And a couple of knuckleheads cutting up in the locker room.These two will buy five dollar leather jackets all day.


Camp Papa said...

I'd like to help you optimize your takeaway potential from your annual meetings. I think it's important of self-incentivize your strategic listening behaviors. That will all maximum cognitive uptake of group verbal dynamic.

If I can be of further assistance...

Michelle Johnson said...

OOH Sara~ My husband would be your new best friend as he LOVES the Pittsburgh Steelers. What an opportunity to see Heinz Field. did you get to meet any players during the tour?

That old picture of you and your family is so nice. Hope all is well.

OsageBluffquilter said...

Oh just wait until we get back home, I'll send you my orange outfit and big hair. Don't tell my blogger friends I'm gone. We are in Oklahoma City visiting the daughter until Monday. Thank goodness for lap tops and wireless cards!purnstam

Emily said...

Well played.

Amy said...

This post is so funny! I am loving the orange corduroy--not many people could pull that off and you are owning it, girl!

Sounds like you guys have a lot of fun working together! Love the pics of your dad and brother.

honeypiehorse said...

I love the picture of your parents all those great 70s colors! And that little moustache!!

Sara said...

CP, ....please don't hesitate to ask with regards to your previous comment as such...I know who to ask for help with speech writing now don't I!

Michelle, nope, no players. I was a little sad about that.

OBQ, can you really afford to be without your orange outfit? ;)


Amy, Corduroy is a statement, no doubt!
I think it says "zzzt zzzt zzzt zzzt" ?

HPH are you talking about the moustache above or below his eyes?