Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Here's where the laziness arises...I do this for days on end. See, my bedroom is in the back of the house, and it's not a real chore to take the cup to the kitchen. But no. Instead, I build a cup tower. This particular tower is comprised of 9 cups. I'm so proud.
Monday, April 27, 2009
I think one of my favorite things about the shows is the camaraderie I feel with other concert-goers. For a few hours out of one random evening, all these people are focused on one thing: enjoying music, dancing and just being happy. We all need more of those nights, eh?
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Steven doesn't hold babies very often. But, Steven likes Larry a lot (think bromance) so he likes him some Griffin.
Jodi loves babies. So, Jodi loved Griffin. Griffin loved Jodi.
Look how hard Mary and Larry are concentrating on their oysters.
Rockett really wanted some oysters, but was content to lick things that fell on the ground. Taylor has been eating oysters since WAY back in the day.
Steven hates oysters. I love all food. And I love hanging with my friends. I'm very happy that Griffin chose our house for his first oyster roast. Look, I'm going to cry, I'm so happy.Mary and Larry are so proud of Griffin, as they should be. He was the hit of the Roast! (although the crab was a very close second)
Neil just loves oysters.
I love Jodi because she made this HoHo cake. I wish I hadn't asked what the ingredients were. CRISCO was mentioned.
I wish you all could have joined us. It was a great evening, filled with friends, fun and a little boy's first roadtrip adventures!
KP, Norman Tittlebaum and Little Bridge
Friday, April 17, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
I remember the joy of hitting that ball over and over again and watching it wrap itself around that pole. And, remember how people would stand in line to play the winner?
How about this dangerous looking piece of equipment?
There's nothing like riding this sucker after your lunch of bologna sandwich, chips and SuzyQ's to test your stomach!
Another game I enjoyed was four square. I remember the joy of the perfect serve, and getting the ball just inside the square in order to eliminate someone. The end-of-recess bell would ring and it was a mad scramble to get back in line to go inside the school. You had to mentally note who was where when the game was called, and someone always would have to remember the ball. Such responsibility!
As much as I enjoyed these games, I think my favorite activity was spending time on the monkey bars and the uneven bars. I remember hanging upside down for ages and then doing "Penny Drops." I would go 'round and 'round in never ending flips and circles. I never hurt myself doing this, but I imagine now that kids aren't allowed to do this at recess for fear of broken bones! I would wear shorts under my dresses so that I could hang upside down without fear of being teased. I didn't care about sweating, dirty hands, messy hair, or anything else "grown up."
You ask any kid today what their favorite school subject is, and they're bound to say, "Recess." I know when I was a kid that was my answer too!
Sunday, April 12, 2009
We bought the house. My job, a part time job, was at a bank about 60 miles from the house. The job was far, but my babysitter (grandma) was only blocks away from the bank. Ideal! And, even though this meant a long commute, I was happy to do it, knowing my baby was in loving caring hands. I would leave my affordable home in Winchester, pack up my baby in either the 1980 Honda Prelude or the 1985 Ford Mustang, and drive to Grandma's.
That drive became precious time for me and my baby. It was the one time we were alone, just the two of us. We would listen to music, enjoy the sounds of the road, and the solace of being together. I would drop him off, go work, go back to pick him up (and usually, Grandma would have dinner for me, thank you Grandma) and we would head back to our home. I filled these drives with music. Granted, this was a time when music was changing. I spent a lot of time listening to George Michael's Faith. I listened to Taylor Dayne and Randy Travis. (how different are THOSE artists?) But there is one song that encompasses those drives, that time of my life, and my feelings now.
I hadn't heard this song since 1988, and then last week, I stumbled across it on YouTube. I cried while it played, because it took me back, as clearly as if it were the actual time. I could hear this song and see my precious baby sleep on that drive home. The lyrics are still so poignant and moving. "If you're still within the sound of my voice....you were always my only choice." I hope my baby will always know how important he has always been.
It's amazing how music can bring back and re-create these feelings we thought we had long forgotten or put aside. I'm glad I found this one again:
Friday, April 10, 2009
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Oh my gosh! I realized today that I have a problem. A serious problem. I am addicted to Reality TV. When I sit down and think about the shows I watch, and the schedule for watching them, I realize these people have overtaken my evenings.
I start on Monday with Dr. G, Medical Examiner. My night isn't complete until she's made the "Y Incision" and weighed the heart. I love hearing her whiny voice discuss the steps of the autopsy. I love how she gets this crinkled up nose when she's looking at body parts. But, I think I love most of all, the fact that she solves the mystery every single time.
Tuesday means Real Housewives of some area. It used to be Orange County, and now it's New York City. My gosh, I'm so involved in these crazy women's lives. Last night, I wanted to get on my computer and post on the Bravo website how NUTS that Kelly is. (Seriously, she's loony tunes!) I follow Bethenny on Twitter! I consider myself "Team Jill." PROBLEM.
Also on Tuesday, I watch American Idol, and all the craziness that involves. I know the contestant's names, their life stories and how much winning this competition means to them. I am proud to say, though, that I do not vote. Do I have still have some semblance of control? I'm not sure.
On Wednesday evenings it's MODEL night on Bronwen Court. I watch Tyra teach the young women how to become America's Next Top Model, and then follow that with Tyson making men and women into supermodels. Of course, I don't watch for the bitchiness, but the magic of the photography...I love seeing these funky looking kids turn out gorgeous photos.
The remainder of the week is spent watching DVR'd episodes, soccer on Saturdays and the Criminal Intent marathon on Sunday. I never see shows like, "The Office, " "30 Rock," "24," or "Lost." I watch TRUE crime shows. I watch Dateline, 20/20 and 48 Hours. I just can't get enough of REAL stories.
Now, do I embrace this addiction, or do I try to cure it? Hey, I thought of another reality show I love, "INTERVENTION..."