Friday, September 30, 2011
Dooj talks about her first typing class in high school with Mr. Pilgrim. What did she have to type? "I will not chew gum in Mr. Pilgrim's first period typing class ever again." One hundred times she typed that. She says it is why she is an excellent typist today.
Thursday, September 29, 2011
But Garmin had other ideas. We had shared a wonderful bottle of Chianti over lunch in a lovely little Italian restaurant in Calistoga, California, and I was pretty mellow as we drove back. Stevie Wonder wasn't quite as mellow, but we were both enjoying the drive.
Then we noticed we were in a canyon in the middle of nowhere. How did that happen? How had we made that turn? We kept going, thinking that eventually we would run into more wineries.
Wrong. We passed ranches, and hills, and curves in the road so tight I could see our tail lights when I glanced sideways through my window.
No wineries. We saw a lake, Berryessa. Beautiful. I got a photo or five. Then we came to a creek. Putah Creek. And we decided to stop because there were Canadian geese everywhere.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Stevie Wonder and I have been traveling the past couple days in my home state of California. From Bodega Bay up the coast to Fort Bragg. Then from Highway 1 over to Highway 101, through the redwoods, down the Avenue of the Giants. I have more to write about our adventures, but for now, I will let my photos speak for themselves.
Live life large. Experience it every chance you get. There is nothing better on this sweet earth.
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Then there is the other reason I am going home. My high school reunion. High school reunions, if you aren't familiar with them, are gatherings of people who spent time together when they were pimply, sweating adolescents. Those were the days when we lived under peer pressure in an academic setting that was supposed to prepare us for life beyond the 12th grade. Some went on to college, some to work. Me? I went on to a marriage that started 2 days after I graduated from high school. A marriage that has lasted for over 40 years.
I missed the first high school reunion. There may have been a second reunion I missed too. I wasn't really sorry, because I don't really like being in crowds of people that I have absolutely nothing in common with any more. Well, come to think of it, I never had anything in common with most of those people anyway, except the classes we shared. I did make some close friends in high school. And have kept track of a couple of them over the years. But the majority of the 200 or so people I graduated with? Just a distant, almost demented memory that is more like a delusion now than anything that really happened.
But for some reason, this year I decided to go. So months ago, I made a list of things I needed to do before I went to this reunion of people I probably won't remember. I decided a whole makeover was necessary, because I had to look my best. The list floated in my head over the months, and from time to time I would check my progress. The reunion begins in two days, and this is the end result of the list:
1. Lose weight. Failed. The best I can hope for is a really tight pair of spanx that reaches from my armpits to my knees that can mold me to look like Sophia Lauren. From the neck down anyway.
2. Increase my exercise routine. Failed. I have yet to begin an exercise routine. The dust on the treadmill is so thick that I can write my name on it.
4. Facial and body massage. Failed. I have a coupon given to me by a dear friend for my birthday, that I have yet to use, for reason #3. I pat the envelope every now and then to remind me it is waiting for me. I was trying to wait until I accomplished #1 and #2, so the masseuse wouldn't be kneading the Pillsbury Dough Boy when he worked his magic on me.
5. New wardrobe of exciting, cutting edge designs, for my new body. Failed. Doubly, because of #1. So I've had to settle for designer wear from WalMart and the local discount department store on sale.
As I ticked off my failures in my head, it suddenly dawned on me. I'd gotten sucked into a morass of superficial triteness. This reunion isn't about me. It's not about how I look, it's not about how other people see me on the outside, or how they look to me. It's about sharing a bit of time, with people I most likely will never see again, and comparing how our lives have turned out. Sharing some laughs, some memories, and reminiscing for a bit with people who shared a spot of time in my life many years ago. We've all changed physically. Time assures that. But what's happened to our dreams and plans? Did we accomplish what we planned to do those many years ago? Or did life take us down other paths?
I am prepared. The wrapping doesn't matter. I'll have fun anyway, and my sister will be at my side (it's her reunion too), along with Stevie Wonder. Sharing memories, laughs, catching up on news with others. And making some new memories. Trying to remember names will be the piano part.
Margaritas last night with my friend was my cure. As we sat and talked, I realized what is important. People, life, sharing food, drink and time with others are what counts. The connection. That is what matters.
What happened to my mental list? I threw it in my mental trash bin. Where it should have been long ago. Life is good. Anxiety is gone. And I am centered once again.
...is your life where you thought it would be when you were 17? :D
Monday, September 19, 2011
1. If you cook the right amount of chocolate, oatmeal and sugar together and make a cookie out of it, you will have the recipe for ExLax (a chocolate laxative from hell), and your kids will tell everyone how gassy they were when they ate it.
2. If you wipe the lipstick marks off the milk container, no one will ever know you were there.
3. Grandkids think your soda is their soda if they are thirsty. And they are at least 4 before they learn not to backwash and leave floaters in your drink.
4. Never go to bed after your first prom with your hair teased and up in curls. You awaken looking like a rat's nest. Literally. And find out the neighbors need you to babysit NOW. Rats and all.
5. Fat rash on the inner thighs is exacerbated by two things: heat, and cheap pantyhose.
6. Girdles don't make you look thinner. They round you out like a wiener, then shove the extra fat over the top, making your body look like a bomb went off in it.
7. Don't use lubricating eye gel in your eyes right before you put your contacts in, if it has petroleum jelly in it. You see nothing all day. Nothing.
8. Take your makeup off at night. Especially if you draw your eyebrows on. There is nothing more disconcerting to your husband when you wake up than looking like you have a quizzical expression on your face, because one eyebrow rubbed off on your pillow.
9. Your legs get proportionately heavier according to how many glasses of wine you drink. So remember to climb out of the hot tub before that third glass. Or you'll be sleeping in the hot tub on a pool float.
10. Changing your diet to 80% vegetables in one day is the equivalent to paying big bucks for a colon cleansing. Never do it the day you go to work. On Monday especially. You will end up in the Gas and Poop Hall of Fame.
Hope y'all have a Marvelous Monday...mine will be Manic since I am getting ready to go on vacation and way behind in everything (my normal speed).
Sunday, September 18, 2011
She decided to share this Liebster Award with me. I love the name. Mostly because it means love, and makes me think of lobster, which is a liebster for me too. There are a few stipulations to accepting the award:
Duncan and Maddie and Football , a set on Flickr.
What a day it was! My first time out as a Grammy Action Photographer. Big Girl was in top form, and by the end of one hour game (Dunc's) and one hour of cheering (Maddie's- the second game), Big Girl was wiped out, and so was I.
It was hilarious watching a bunch of 6 to 8 year olds run up and down a half football field trying to figure out what they were doing. By about halfway through the game, you could see the lightbulb go off in Dunc's head... "OH, I'M SUPPOSED TO GRAB THOSE RED THINGS!"
Up until then, Dunc thought those plastic things hanging off his waist were to play with while you watched everyone else running. He'd get excited when someone started to run the ball and stop in his tracks and jump up and down hollering "RUN RUN!" and throw his arms in the air. I was thinking we had the wrong one on the sidelines waiting to cheer for the second game. Then he caught on and the race was on.
He did capture one flag during the game, and told his Mommy when the game was over:
"Mommy I LOVED my game!"
The best part was the goody bag they gave the players. Nothing like rewarding a bunch of sweaty, hot little boys with water, Gatorade and sugar.
More football photos to come. Grammy is worn out right now and taking a break. :D xo