June 4, 2006

A Picture Smattering

Day 17 of Gerbil life is GET EYES day, and all 8 of our inbred little products of brotherly love have now opened peepers. In celebration, here are some pictures of things that our formerly eyeless gerbils could not see, starting with each other:


The two whie ones were the last to open their eyes. This is the BOY white one, and behind him is our only gray, a little girl that Maisy named Cosy Mole Mouse. We are KEEPING Cosy Mole Mouse, who runs up my wrist, wanting to come play whenever I put my hand in the cage. Cosy, an eyeball prodigy, was the first to open one eye, doing so a full day early. Then all five black ones opened their eyes.

BY THE WAY, Baby gerbils nursing sound like faint birds. Far away birds. Birds in France. We are ten days from weaning, which means ten days from the great baby gerbil give away festival. Everyone who is friends with me is trying to plan a vacation so as not to be in town when I come around like the Stork-god of rodent-kind, delivering shoeboxes full of baby gerbils to good and loving homes...

ALAS, The very next day, baby gerbils were sadly blinded by my favorite shoes. I love these shoes. Woe betide me on the day the wedge heeled sandal goes back OUT:


AND LASTLY, in the MIDDLE of my tour for Between, my 20th high school reunion happens. LORDY! I REALLY wanted to go, so my publicist scheduled my Pensacola stop for the day after. An old friend, Jennifer, sent me this picture which she found and scanned in:

joshilyn and Jennifer at graduation.jpeg

Jennifer and I are all in white for graduation day. I am the one on the right who is trying desperately to make a sex-pot face with no good concept of what a sex-pot face IS. AH the dovelike innocence and whimsy of 1986, when we thought the mullet was a good haircut. We were ripe and ready to accept Parachute Pants as delightful statements of fashion-savvy. And I got a piece of paper, and was released into the wilds of college. Good times. Bad hair, but good times....

Posted by joshilyn at June 4, 2006 12:51 PM

I swear my hair looked exactly the same 11 years later!
Those gerbils are too cute...good job I'm too far away! ;)

Posted by: diane at June 4, 2006 2:44 PM

About the RATS...I never thought I'd say this, but thank God I live in Kansas. About the High School pic...SO CUTE! And fetus-y! Now you get to go back all thin and world-famous, with a great husband and adorable kiddos to boot! You're living the dream: come to reunion, make everyone jealous. Go, girl! ;)

Posted by: Amy-Go at June 4, 2006 5:53 PM

ROTFLMAF! It's my 20th hs reunion this year too, and I have similarly embarrassing photos . . . kudos to you for having the metaphorical gonads to post it on the 'net!

Posted by: therejectedwriter at June 4, 2006 6:33 PM

Mullets ... you say that like it's a BAD thing.

Posted by: TrudyJ at June 4, 2006 9:19 PM

I LOVE the shoes! The gerbils are very cute too.

Posted by: tori at June 4, 2006 9:26 PM

Oh, and it cut off my comment about how cute you are too!

Posted by: tori at June 4, 2006 9:56 PM

Good luck with being the stork of rodents, perhaps that could be a topic at your reunion? Joshilyn: "I'm married, a couple kids, I've got this writing gig, and oh! I deliver baby gerbils to those lucky families who are waiting for the Rodent Stork." Classmates: "Um, really?" I think I'd lead with the Booksense news, that is so fantastic. My bookseller called me today and told me that my preordered copy of Between, Goergia was in and ready for pick up. I was skeptical, but willing to believe in a snaffu that gets my hands on an early copy and rabbitted on down to the store. Only to find that the conformation that I had a book on hold had come in- not the actual book. I was sad and pouty but once I determined that they really weren't hiding my copy in the back I withdrew gracefully. Or I b*tched and moaned and carried on, mentioning the book title loudly and often. Whichever sounds more like something I would do.

Posted by: Nic at June 5, 2006 5:22 AM

What cute little babies, as long as they don't eat each other that is. And look at you the picture of coordination. Even the toenails. Very nice. AND I remember trying to strike those looks in my older pics too. Trying to be, oh-so-sexy and having no idea what it really is. Thanks for sharing.

Posted by: Peek at June 5, 2006 8:32 AM

Good on you! Perhaps you could take each of those book sellers a gerbil in thanks?
Oh, and I would be concerned about those little ones- they look like they are making *bedroom* eyes.

Posted by: Chris at June 5, 2006 9:12 AM

Nice rats!
I wonder if the girl in the picture ever thought gerbils would be so important. She kinda looks like she would never even touch a gerbil!
luvvvv the shoes.

Posted by: desi at June 5, 2006 9:59 AM

Dude, that girl in the picture had a pet rat with a RUBBER BRAIN CAP with WIRES sticking out of the top of his head --- he had been a science experiment in a lab where they had cut the top of his head off. Everyone called him Frankenrat, but I called him Simon. I used to let him ride around on my shoulder hanging onto my long hair.


Posted by: Joshilyn at June 5, 2006 10:07 AM

Tulip, that last comment was TOO MUCH INFORMATION!! *shudder*

Posted by: Amy-Go at June 5, 2006 10:53 AM

You MUST go to your 20th reunion. I will miss mine next year because we'll be a thousand miles away.

Between is good so far :)

Posted by: pattie at June 5, 2006 11:13 AM

It's my 20th reunion year, too (gee, class of 86 must have been truly brilliant). Fortunately, our reunion isn't until the fall. I cheated a bit and sent my professionally retouched author photo to the reunion web site as my "now" photo, and as a result, I'm the only person in the class who actually looks younger now than in the senior portrait posted alongside it.

I was very old for my age as a teen, but I guess I've got a few months now to look into dermabrasion and maybe Botox before the reunion so I can be recognized from my "now" photo. Or else I'll have to invent a book tour that will keep me away from the reuinion.

Posted by: Shanna Swendson at June 5, 2006 12:15 PM

I remember those shoes! Those were celebration shoes, although I forget what you were celebrating exactly, but I distinctly remember those as being reward-for-a-good-thing shoes. I remember the important things. :-)

They're still very pretty!

Posted by: DebR at June 5, 2006 1:33 PM

*not commenting on your magnificent rack lest I invoke your ire*

Posted by: Mir at June 5, 2006 2:29 PM

aiaaaaaaaaai (that's a scream)
I can't believe you had a semi-scull-less RAT! oh oh oh, I may not get over this!
I'll just mumble to myself, "she has pretty shoes, she has pretty shoes".

Posted by: desi at June 5, 2006 2:41 PM

Excuse me as I wipe my drool off your shoes.

Posted by: Heather at June 5, 2006 4:01 PM

Oh so nice that Oregon is sooo far away from the rodent stroke. Now from a former hairdresser, I have to say the Mullett was SOOOOO easy to cut, but my favorite from about the era (era too funny) was the Spider cut. Wow, people east of the Mississippi where white to graduation? I think I was the only girl in my graduating class that didn't wear cut offs, and I graduated more than a decade earlier.

I would fall off shoes like that. Girl Scout's honor, but I love heels, the higher the better.

Posted by: Cele at June 5, 2006 4:31 PM

Why don't you go for Still Most Popular, and take some gerbils with you to the reunion? I'll bet those folks are just dying for some new pet rodents. Score, and score.

Posted by: laura at June 5, 2006 4:34 PM

Oh, bleagh, it is my 20th anniversary of high school graduation, too, and thank goodness you weren't in my class, or I might celebrate by cutting off my head! However, we are having no reunion, because my classmates are LAME!

(or are they having one and not telling me?)

Posted by: dynagirl at June 5, 2006 6:23 PM

Ummm. I can't believe I'm saying this but; Hey! Convince me my six year old and his three year old sister can handle a baby gerbil pet without "loving" its little brains right out of its ears and I may be convinced to drive across town to you a pick up a critter. That is if Hubby doesn't squirt his brains out in complete disagreement. I really should discuss this with Himself before getting my gerbil saving hat on too tightly.

Just sayin'.

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