A few weeks ago kickthecanrevolutionwrote about what she thinks about as soon as she wakes up in the morning. She said she thought about what went wrong the day before and what she could have said differently—or something similar to that. I responded by saying that sounded super heavy, and I was genuinely sorry she had to deal with that every morning. That would suck. I joked that I thought about my warm bed and getting this party started, but then I got to thinking, What do I think about as soon as I wake up in the morning?
So I started tracking it.
And I wake up with a song in my head.
I have always known that I have various songs that go through my head on any given day, but I never realized I wake up singing them. As soon as I turn off my alarm and my feet hit the floor I’ve got a song stuck in my head. The song varies from day to day. This morning I woke up singing Gotye’s “Somebody That I Used to Know,” because I heard it yesterday. But over the last week I have hopped out of bed singing Tony Orlando and Dawn’s “Knock Three Times,” John Denver’s “Thank God, I’m a Country Boy,” and the theme to “WKRP in Cincinnati,” and all those just seem kind of old and random.
This Tuesday Truth probably makes me seem like a bit of a simpleton, but baby, if you’ve ever wondered, wondered what ever became of me…
I live within walking distance of The Buttered Biscuit, and I’ve been there a few times. People love this place, because the portions are huge. Scott and I think it’s kinda gross, so we haven’t returned in over a year. As Scott says, “The food is big, and shouldn’t be.” Everything they make is pretty greasy. In fact, their milk might actually come from chickens.
Thank you all for the lovely anniversary wishes. I started off the day getting a temporary crown for my broken tooth. Then I returned a library book and ate overpriced Greek eats at a Seattle hipster food truck. I also worked and junk. Pretty romantic so far, huh?!
I came home and took a nice long walk with Scott, and then we deposited Finn at marching band practice before going to a quiet Italian dinner (only soft foods for me today—bring on the cheese) in our little hometown. The food was yummy (but we already knew that since we’ve been there a bunch of times), and the weather was perfect.
Being married for 24 years is cool, because there isn’t a lot of fanfare. It’s comfortable and low key and sweet.
Next year, however, watch out!
Happy Anniversary, Scott! Thanks for loving me, making me laugh, and carrying the weight when things get too heavy for 24 years!
I love you!
I didn’t go to this wedding and I’m all sorts of mad about it. Tumblr only gives me ten photos but, trust me, Scott was on point on this one.
Hey lazydad! If these are the highlights, this proves that Toronto folks are super nice yet kinda boring. Whomp. Whomp.
I made fun of the new U2 album release as much as the next person. Hey you old fogies, I didn’t ask you for your free Apple iTunes music, so stop manipulating my electronic devices! But then a former classmate of mine—whose musical opinion I respect—said he liked it, so I decided to give it a listen. And I like it too. In fact, I really like it.
So this is my public thank you note to Lloyd Brown coupled with my public apology to U2. I’m sure somewhere The Edge is frantically deleting his his open letter to me. Phew!
Is Songs of Innocence derivative? A little bit. Does “The Miracle (Of Joey Ramone)” sound like recent tracks from Imagine Dragons or Bastille? Kind of. Do I love it anyway? You know it.
Sure I have an old, squishy soft spot for U2. Scott and I met in college, and we saw Rattle and Hum on our first date back in 1988. And hell, I’m sure I can pretty easily find a copy of William Blake’s “Songs of Innocence” around here that we both marked up together in some English class. Found it (see above)!
But so what if I like lame stuff? I stopped caring about what’s cool and cutting edge back in the 6th grade when Shayne Olsen made fun of me for listening to KNBQ instead of KISW (Seattle’s best RAAAWWWK). Because sometimes I like cool new stuff on accident (I liked alt-J way before you did!), and sometimes I like derivative pop.
So U2 me.
One more for Aunts Julie and Billye (Aunt Julie plays the drums too). Finn is playing the second largest bass. He’s the only freshman doing so.
Of note, Finn played the Sumner High School fight song more last night than I did in all of high school (Sumner won 51-14).
Finn’s first field show to “How to Train Your Dragon.” I can’t believe all these kids have accomplished in just a few weeks. Very impressed.
Scott and I had the pleasure of photographing the lovely wedding and reception of Andrea and Michael on August 16, 2014 at Events on 6th in Tacoma. Andrea and Michael have been together for many years and have two adorable sons.
Scott captured their first look at the Hotel Murano and quickly whisked Andrea and Michael away for some private photos in downtown Tacoma before he met up with me and the rest of the bridal party at the Museum of Glass. And oh my what a bridal party—-the largest one we’ve ever photographed together. Getting all those gorgeous folks together on one party bus and shuttled over to the Museum of Glass was no easy task, but thank goodness everyone in that fun group was a good sport on this pitch perfect Pacific Northwest Saturday.
Weddings are blessed events, but it’s no secret that there are also delicate family situations involved. Andrea and Michael’s families were wonderful, but I was particularly touched by the sweet relationship between Andrea’s mom and step-mom who both teared up several times throughout the day. I love the picture Scott captured of their joined hands during the ceremony. He has such a special knack for catching these tiny, intimate moments.
The picture frame photo was Andrea’s idea—something she spotted on Pinterest. Some photographers aren’t a fan of the Pinterest suggestions, but Scott is all for trying to capture a few creative ideas that inspire a bride and groom. After all, it’s their day! And this picture frame shot with the junior bridesmaids turned out really cool.
After a fantastic night of dinner, toasts, cake, and awesome dancing—I mean look at those moves!—Scott stole the bride and groom for a few minutes to capture a quiet moment in the balcony of the sanctuary. These are often my favorite photos, because the bride and groom are so happy and relaxed. The joy and relief are palpable.
Andrea and Michael didn’t do an official send off, but instead headed back to the Hotel Murano to continue the party with their friends and family. It had been a long, exhausting day, but they were still game for one more late night sparkler photo that Andrea had mentioned wanting to try. Unfortunately the sparklers didn’t cooperate, but a great photographer always has Plan B. Thank goodness for iPhone flashlights and patient couples!
As Andrea likes to say, “We waited ten years to get married, a little more waiting doesn’t hurt anything.” I love Andrea’s way of thinking!