Gorgeous weather today. Hawks win!
It was a good day.
Gorgeous weather today. Hawks win!
It was a good day.
I was looking at the video that kickthecanrevolution posted from China yesterday, and I kept thinking, Now where have I seen that odd looking cartoon creature before?
And then I realized it looked just like my first mobile phone. That was a great phone. It didn’t have a lot of features, but I got awesome reception anywhere in the house.
Bass drum solo!
I didn’t know there was such a thing either.
We have watched Revenge of the Nerds with Finn which, looking back, is a pretty awful movie for a variety of reasons. Oh the 80’s, why you gotta be so good and so bad?
It’s a great movie to discuss stereotypes and degradation of women. It’s also still really funny. Ugh. Teaching moments.
That said, I bet Finn’s performance would totally kill in the Greek Games.
Photo credit Zora Fernandez.
Last weekend Scott did a senior photo shoot with Jessie, the daughter of our dear college friends Chris and Kim. We have known Jessie her entire life, and it’s been fun to see her mature into such a lovely young woman. Scott took pictures of Jessie at the Museum of Glass and at Browns Point, and she was even willing to get in the frigid Puget Sound water for the final shot. Yikes.
It’s always special for Scott to take pictures of kids he’s known forever. We spent a lot of time with Chris and Kim back in the day barbecuing and watching Beavis and Butt-head. When we both started families and moved farther apart, we made the effort to go boating or gather pumpkins every year. We don’t see each other as much as we used to, but the connection is always there, and we were honored that Jessie was willing to travel down south for this photo shoot.
I haven’t been spending much time on the Internet this week. The end of the fiscal year is always a bit nuts at work (but no furlough this year, so woo hoo!), and Scott and I are back to a regular exercise routine. The Roosevelts: An Intimate History is taking up a big chunk of my evenings this week as well.
We’re also getting used to Finn’s new busy high school schedule. He has marching band practice twice a week from 6-9, and sometimes he has additional drumline sectionals.
And this week he went to his first Gay-Straight Alliance meeting.
We are very proud of Finn for his support of the LGBTQ community, because joining a high school club like this is a pretty brave step for a young straight man to take in a small town. We may live in a very liberal part of the country, but there are still some very conservative views in certain suburban pockets. Luckily, Finn has always been a pretty confident kid, and he’s never been one to back down from his belief system. I wish I could say the same about myself, but I spent much of my younger years concerned about offending others and worrying WAY too much about what other people think about me. And I’m still working on it.
I know you aren’t supposed to live vicariously through your kids. I mean, I know it wasn’t fair for me to beg Finn to stick with piano lessons so we could all sing along to Billy Joel and Elton John songs every weekend (he was SO good, though!).
But sometimes when they do something that you couldn’t or didn’t do, it heals a little place in your heart. It probably shouldn’t, but there it is, choking you up a bit, and making you feel like you maybe did something right after all.
6 AM sliver of light. #autumniscoming
mykidsmaybecrazy tagged me in the “What’s in Your Bag” game. My handbag is really boring since I pack pretty light. So I added a few things I had sitting around next to me in the kitchen just to make it more interesting. I’ll let you decide what I added.
Sports Illustrated 1964. University of Texas women’s track.
In honor of Finn entering the 9th grade, I present you with this photo of me at the same age—14.
This is a black and white photo taken by the junior high annual staff (I think the kids call them yearbooks now), but I have no idea why my BFF Luanne and I are hanging out in an empty school gym.
I do, however, know that I was wearing a cream colored sweater and a pink blouse. I liked that pink blouse. Also, pleated pants are not very flattering, and thank goodness they went out of style. I’m also having a great hair day—the feathering looks very even.
Lastly, I appear to be sitting in the fire aisle, which is photographic evidence that I was a true rebel with a total disregard for authority. What a punk. Anarchy!
A few weeks ago kickthecanrevolution wrote 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…