...when you plan your annual spring visit to Florida to see Mom (Mine's in Tampa) for the same week that Arlo is playing. Yep, Mom and I have tickets already!

....when you sit through an Arlo concert having contractions and refuse to leave the concert b/c you don't know when you'll see him again. Happened with our second. Her middle name is Dylan, but I threatened to change it to Guthrie if I gave birth that night!
You're also a blunderite when you tell people that know your religious affiliation that you'll be going to "The Church"....strange looks are soon to follow

Well Sophie72 - I thought I was beyond amazement - but your story beats all... (So far - LOL)

I agree- this story my take the Blunderite cake , which I presume is choklit..

If she'd been a boy you could've named it Arlo. Pretty neat story...

You know you're a Blunderite when even though you're not a mathmetician, Blunder math makes perfect sense to you, and you love your position as the MIDDLE half....and your friendship with your front and back halves.

My personal philosophy has long been "I Blunder. Therefore I am."

Trust me, my husband (and later my ob) was NOT happy with me..it probably wasn't a smart decision, but it's an Arlo memory I'm not likely to forget anytime soon...it also made up for the time we were suppose to see him at the Church one 4th of July, but I was put on bed rest-with my first born. My kids have an uncanny link to Arlo

you don't have much to say sometimes, and you show up anyway.

I knew I was a Blunderite when, as an addiction counselor, I had to design a 12 step Arlo program for myself!

You Know you're a blunderite when:

You keep trying to get your daughter to name your first grandchild Arlo and you're gonna call him Arlo no matter what name she picks.

When you keep a borrowed DVD too long and they tell you that you can pay them back by burning them the best Thanksgiving song ever because they heard it on the radio and laughed their ars off and now they know what you were talking about.

You take the afternoon to send all your friends and family an 18 minute clip of Arlo from Youtube on Thanksgiving day instead of visiting your husbands family who are only a 10 minute drive from your house.

The blunderites you've never met in person feel like your best friends and well, your only friends. (Don't have much in common with those who aren't into Arlo)

You bought your Arlo tickets in September for the concert in April. (They weren't available yet in August)

You've been riding your stupid recumbent bicycle every night for an hour and your main regret is that it is affecting the one free hour before bed you used to spend with your blunder friends instead of the fact that you've only lost 6 lousy pounds. I swear I think about it every time I climb onto the thing.

Peace and Love ya'll,
Primula Brandybuck

...when you find out the surgeon who saved your life moved to America from India because he saw Alice's Restaurant when he was a kid, and loved the culture, and made it his ambition to move to America and go to med school. And that's what he did! He's a big Arlo fan!

OK, dude from India wins in my blunder book, so far.

Sounds like a cool dr!

When you mention Arlo to 2 of your cousins (A few yrs ago) & they both say they love Arlo. Had nothing to do with you & they ahd no idea you were an Arlo fan.

You get your hubby to like Arlo after you do & he now claims he got you into liking him lol...