So you think you know shame? Acquainted with mortification, are ya? Come take a stroll with me as I redefine these words.
This is yet another story that involves my good friend, Kristen. You know...my Mamma Mia enabler??? Yeah, that one. Only this time.....she's not to blame.
Before I can redefine shame and mortification for you, you need to know Kristen. Or at least need to know a bit about her. You see, Kristen and I talk on the phone every day...multiple times. In fact, if she doesn't catch up with me on a given day, she nearly sends out a search party to find out what's happened to me. She's that kind of friend. One you love and who loves you and...well...you know...a keeper.
And you know, our conversations are just the norm...
"Bark!"
"Bark!"
"When are we going to stop doing that?"
"I don't know...when we find something better?"
"Okay."
(What? That's not a normal conversation?? Well then, the rest of the world is really missing out.)
Ok... that was a little off the subject. Here's the conversation I was thinking of...
Me: Hey, whatcha doin'?
K: Mopping my kitchen.
Me: But...you mopped it yesterday.
K: I know. I mop it everyday.
Me: Alrighty then.
---
Me: Hey, whatcha up to?
K: Steaming the playroom carpet.
Me: But...you just steamed it a couple days ago.
K: I know, but it needs it.
Me: Alrighty then.
---
Me: So, what's goin' on?
K: Cleaning the bathrooms.
Me: But...you...oh nevermind.
K: Hang on, you're going to hear a flush. I'm NOT using the bathroom, I just cleaned the toilet. ::flush::
Me: Alrighty then.
---
Me: Hey, what are you going to do tonight?
K: ::insert your favorite cleaning task::
Me: Again??
K: Hey, I've got four kids!! I've GOT to!
Me: Alrighty then.
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You get the idea, right? Here's the Cliff's Notes: Kristen cleans A LOT...almost all the time. Seriously. Now that you've got this glimpse of her, prepare for the redefinition of shame and mortification.
Let's back track in time a bit...about four years, I'd guess...maybe three. And let's see, that was two "houses" ago...in my condo, to be exact. I had set up an appointment with some financial advising/planning people and it had been last-minute. I hurried home, forgetting what a mess I'd left my kitchen in. And my kitchen was the entry-way to my condo. So, I know these two squeaky clean men are coming into my house to let me know what they've come up with with my numbers. That's embarrassing enough. And now I have this horror of a kitchen to get "clean" in just a few minutes time. I filled the dishwasher with dirty dishes and still had a few plates and pans. In a panic, I opened the oven and shoved them in. Whew!! A few minutes later the men came. We sat down, went over the numbers, etc., etc., and they left, and I got on with my afternoon.
That was in April. Now fast-forward to the middle of July. Kristen, her hubby (who's a neat-freak, there's just no other way to put it), and her four little girls come to spend a week with my girls and I in our condo. We were much like sardines in a can, but we had so much fun. But I'm a little nervous. I'm soooo laid back and she NEVER heard me answer her question of "Whatcha doin'?" with "cleaning." That's not to say I never clean, but really, sometimes, it's hard to tell.
Anyway, the big day comes and they arrive ready for a week of fun in the Florida sun. Either that night or the next day, she goes into the kitchen to make something. She opens the oven door and..........................I don't know if I can say it..........................................she finds these plates and pans that have been in there since April. And they were stuck together with syrup.
Do I HAVE to go on? Is that NOT shame and mortificiation in action????
It was hard to explain, lol.
Maybe I should have just barked.
Yes, they still give me grief about it. However, I can just return fire with "At least I don't leave used baby diapers under my friends' couches for their dogs to find and eat!!! ::gag::heave::gag::cough::spew::gag::
P.S. - I don't really bake a lot.
Saturday, September 13, 2008
Friday, September 12, 2008
Want to Laugh?
We all love to laugh, right? Well, if you're in the mood, you MUST mosey over to hoopsandyoyo.com (should be a link in my right pane).
A few years ago, my good buddy Kristen sent my girls an e-card for Valentine's day. It was from hoopsandyoyo. We watched and well...it was love at first sight. Lots of great laughs on their home pages and their e-cards and their blog and their newsletters. If you take the time to watch their homepages, then you've got an evening of entertainment right there. (Just click on "animations" in their side column, sit back, get comfy, and get ready to laugh!)
But it's not just laughs that make them great. They are gooooooooooood people. We've met them about three years ago. How? Well here's the story.
Shortly after discovering these guys, I started sending their ecards to my dad as often as I could. He found them very entertaining so I sent them to him often, to give him a smile. (That was back when he was fighting cancer.) Well, somewhere in there, I decided to write to hoops and yoyo and thank them for all the laughs, and I explained how much it meant to me to have something to cheer my dad during his illness.
They wrote me back and, long story short, they ended up making a special custom, audio recording for my dad and about my dad. (They asked me for info about him.) It meant a lot to him, and to my mom, and to me, too. And it made us all laugh.
I'm tellin' ya, gooooooooooooood people. And sometime later, we were in Kansas City, where hoops and yoyo live, and we got to go see them, take a tour of their place, sit in the studio while they recorded some stuff, and we got to get in on some recording, too! They even gave us sneak previews on a couple of the e-cards they were working on at the time. Simply put, these guys ROCK!
Anyway, their humor is great, and their hearts are even greater.
So what are you waiting for? Go over and see them...but be ready to laugh.
(By the way...forgive my writing this evening. My girls are watching "The Love Bug" and it's....distracting.)
A few years ago, my good buddy Kristen sent my girls an e-card for Valentine's day. It was from hoopsandyoyo. We watched and well...it was love at first sight. Lots of great laughs on their home pages and their e-cards and their blog and their newsletters. If you take the time to watch their homepages, then you've got an evening of entertainment right there. (Just click on "animations" in their side column, sit back, get comfy, and get ready to laugh!)
But it's not just laughs that make them great. They are gooooooooooood people. We've met them about three years ago. How? Well here's the story.
Shortly after discovering these guys, I started sending their ecards to my dad as often as I could. He found them very entertaining so I sent them to him often, to give him a smile. (That was back when he was fighting cancer.) Well, somewhere in there, I decided to write to hoops and yoyo and thank them for all the laughs, and I explained how much it meant to me to have something to cheer my dad during his illness.
They wrote me back and, long story short, they ended up making a special custom, audio recording for my dad and about my dad. (They asked me for info about him.) It meant a lot to him, and to my mom, and to me, too. And it made us all laugh.
I'm tellin' ya, gooooooooooooood people. And sometime later, we were in Kansas City, where hoops and yoyo live, and we got to go see them, take a tour of their place, sit in the studio while they recorded some stuff, and we got to get in on some recording, too! They even gave us sneak previews on a couple of the e-cards they were working on at the time. Simply put, these guys ROCK!
Anyway, their humor is great, and their hearts are even greater.
So what are you waiting for? Go over and see them...but be ready to laugh.
(By the way...forgive my writing this evening. My girls are watching "The Love Bug" and it's....distracting.)
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Coming soon....
Ditties. And not just ANY ditties either. Mamma Mia ditties.
It's the obvious "next step."
And I'm going to tell you all about a favorite website of mine. But not tonight. I told myself to go to bed by 10 and I've only got 8 minutes, so I'm outta here.
But the ditties are coming soon. That music is just too fun to avoid dittification.
It's the obvious "next step."
And I'm going to tell you all about a favorite website of mine. But not tonight. I told myself to go to bed by 10 and I've only got 8 minutes, so I'm outta here.
But the ditties are coming soon. That music is just too fun to avoid dittification.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Little Things Mean a Lot
We've all heard the saying, "Little things mean a lot." But you know...it shouldn' t be "a saying." It's just way too true. Its being a saying kind of cheapens the idea. And so...I OBJECT. (I can do that, you know.)
Little things mean a lot. They do to me. And if you admit it, they do to you, too.
Think of a day when you're stressed out, or frustrated, or discouraged about any number of things. Something small can trigger a blow up OR something small can be like a balm to your soul.
It's true. It happened to me today. Not the blowing up part...the balm part...which shouldn't be confused with the bomb part, because the bomb part would be the blowing up part and that's not the part I'm talking about. Follow?
Today was one of those challenging sorts of days for me. Well, not ALL day, but the afternoon was. I had a doctor's appointment that I wanted to go to...it was for good...and I DIDN'T want to go to, all at the same time. So I felt solemn. I felt nervous. Not freaked out, just less than uhhhhh yippy-skippy.
But the appointment went fine. There really wasn't reason to be nervous. A few prescriptions and I was on my way. The little thing that meant a lot??? The doctor gave me samples for TWO of the prescriptions. It eased a financial burden...or at least post-poned it. And that meant a lot to me. It eased a little teeny bit of stress AND I recognized it as one of the little ways that God blesses me and provides for me...and that made it mean even more.
I left the doctor's office and had some other things to deal with. Some financial things that frustrated me even more. Darn this economy! Ok, ok, not the economy. Darn me! Foolish bird-brain in this head. But I was straightening out some ill-advised spending I'd done. Specifically, I was exchanging a necessity for a much better priced, though not nearly as snazzy item. You know, shoving aside "wants" to do what is "wise." And that is good and as it ought to be, but it was also a bit frustrating...and humbling.
What was the little thing that meant a lot? As I left the store, I was a good ways from the door when a lady approached from the outside. She saw me coming...and although she could have easily walked in and let the door close without being the least bit rude because I had plenty far still to go to get there...she stood holding the door and smiling. I didn't have ANYTHING in my hands. I didn't look incapable in anyway. The lady just did it to be kind. Maybe I looked as humbled as I felt at that moment. Who's to say? But for whatever reason, the lady held the door and it made me feel warm inside. Like someone cared...and for nothing in return. She was just giving of herself. And I know she was only giving a few seconds of her day, but she gave them to me, a stranger. And as she did, I saw it, again, as one of the ways God reaches out to me. And it meant even more.
Little things mean a lot.
They do.
They really do.
Little things mean a lot. They do to me. And if you admit it, they do to you, too.
Think of a day when you're stressed out, or frustrated, or discouraged about any number of things. Something small can trigger a blow up OR something small can be like a balm to your soul.
It's true. It happened to me today. Not the blowing up part...the balm part...which shouldn't be confused with the bomb part, because the bomb part would be the blowing up part and that's not the part I'm talking about. Follow?
Today was one of those challenging sorts of days for me. Well, not ALL day, but the afternoon was. I had a doctor's appointment that I wanted to go to...it was for good...and I DIDN'T want to go to, all at the same time. So I felt solemn. I felt nervous. Not freaked out, just less than uhhhhh yippy-skippy.
But the appointment went fine. There really wasn't reason to be nervous. A few prescriptions and I was on my way. The little thing that meant a lot??? The doctor gave me samples for TWO of the prescriptions. It eased a financial burden...or at least post-poned it. And that meant a lot to me. It eased a little teeny bit of stress AND I recognized it as one of the little ways that God blesses me and provides for me...and that made it mean even more.
I left the doctor's office and had some other things to deal with. Some financial things that frustrated me even more. Darn this economy! Ok, ok, not the economy. Darn me! Foolish bird-brain in this head. But I was straightening out some ill-advised spending I'd done. Specifically, I was exchanging a necessity for a much better priced, though not nearly as snazzy item. You know, shoving aside "wants" to do what is "wise." And that is good and as it ought to be, but it was also a bit frustrating...and humbling.
What was the little thing that meant a lot? As I left the store, I was a good ways from the door when a lady approached from the outside. She saw me coming...and although she could have easily walked in and let the door close without being the least bit rude because I had plenty far still to go to get there...she stood holding the door and smiling. I didn't have ANYTHING in my hands. I didn't look incapable in anyway. The lady just did it to be kind. Maybe I looked as humbled as I felt at that moment. Who's to say? But for whatever reason, the lady held the door and it made me feel warm inside. Like someone cared...and for nothing in return. She was just giving of herself. And I know she was only giving a few seconds of her day, but she gave them to me, a stranger. And as she did, I saw it, again, as one of the ways God reaches out to me. And it meant even more.
Little things mean a lot.
They do.
They really do.
Monday, September 8, 2008
My Life IS a Musical
Really. It is. It's a musical. Don't believe me?
Well, case in point. This morning I heard the alarm, woke, realized I was quite queasy, and immediately I began to sing a little song. And it goes like this:
"No-no no no no no n-n-n-no. No-no no no no no n-n-n-no. No-no no no no no n-n-n-no. "
Ok, so it was only in my head. And it went more like, "Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo."
Same thing. Potato-potato. Hmmmm, not quite the same effect in writing, huh?
Anyway...a musical! Now I just need pj's that look like overalls and I'll be stellar.
Alright, so my life might not be a musical, but it IS a circus...or at the bare minimum, it's entertaining. Why just this afternoon, my youngest informed me, "Mom, before I have a husband, I'm going to have a cat." No idea what one has to do with another, but now we ALL know.
One of my kindies had the prettiest little butterfly hair-pretty last Friday. She came in today, became rather teary and told me she'd lost it at school. So I told her I'd talk to the class and we'd look for it. When I did talk to the class, I asked that if the butterfly had gone to any of their houses "by accident" to please bring it in...and for everyone to look for it. A little boy came up and told me that I should check my house really well too. Search EVERYWHERE. And if I don't find it, "we'll all come over and spread out!" lol He was too cute.
Ok, so today was a bit of this and that, but there ya have it.
Well, case in point. This morning I heard the alarm, woke, realized I was quite queasy, and immediately I began to sing a little song. And it goes like this:
"No-no no no no no n-n-n-no. No-no no no no no n-n-n-no. No-no no no no no n-n-n-no. "
Ok, so it was only in my head. And it went more like, "Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo."
Same thing. Potato-potato. Hmmmm, not quite the same effect in writing, huh?
Anyway...a musical! Now I just need pj's that look like overalls and I'll be stellar.
Alright, so my life might not be a musical, but it IS a circus...or at the bare minimum, it's entertaining. Why just this afternoon, my youngest informed me, "Mom, before I have a husband, I'm going to have a cat." No idea what one has to do with another, but now we ALL know.
One of my kindies had the prettiest little butterfly hair-pretty last Friday. She came in today, became rather teary and told me she'd lost it at school. So I told her I'd talk to the class and we'd look for it. When I did talk to the class, I asked that if the butterfly had gone to any of their houses "by accident" to please bring it in...and for everyone to look for it. A little boy came up and told me that I should check my house really well too. Search EVERYWHERE. And if I don't find it, "we'll all come over and spread out!" lol He was too cute.
Ok, so today was a bit of this and that, but there ya have it.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Mamma Mia, The Singalong! The Good, The Bad, and ... the Other
Ok, primary point of discussion today is "Mamma Mia! The Singalong!" But before we go there, I've got a question. It's rhetorical...especially since I don't think there are any men out there reading my blog. ('How much they miss!' said the humble-hearted bloggist.) But it's a question, nonetheless.
How do men stand having hair on their chests? I mean...personally...I'm glad they do and all, ::whistling innocently::, but how do they stand it?
I got my hair cut right after "The Singalong" and I keep finding bits of cut hair down my shirt because they're itching and DRIVING ME INSANE! And what popped into my mind when I found about the umpteenth hair??? Was it A), "I should go shower off and change clothes"? Was it B), "Sheesh, why does such a tiny thing cause so much irritation?" Or was it C), "HOW DO MEN STAND IT?? HAIR ON THEIR CHESTS ALLLLL THE TIME???" (I hope you all picked C, because if you didn't you weren't reading too closely, were you???....DON'T YOU CARE????)
Ok, when you're done pondering those deep thoughts, turn your attention back here and let's get down to business....which happens to be pleasure this time. (Yes, sometimes the two mix rather well...just ask Meryl.)
You all know my opinion of "Mamma Mia! (The Greatest Movie Ever)." What a fitting name. And we all know that Kristen broke my resistance by informing it was now out in select theaters IN SINGALONG FORMAT! AAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!
WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! even.
I've been counting down the days. It's been a definite on my calendar. Even when my hairstlyist (with whom I've been playing phone tag) was trying to find a time to fit me in today, I was unavailable during Singalong's time slot. :D
You all also (if you've read all my blog or if you've ever seen me before 9 or 10 in the morning) know that I'm not what we call "a morning person." But I wanted to catch the matinee. I realize I shouldn't be throwing a lot of money at Meryl and Pierce, no matter how amazing their movie is. So I wanted to attend the matinee and not get off my budget. So that was the plan. The matinee was at 11:35...kind of early for a Saturday, but any later and it would be a bit hard to consider it a matinee (what with matinee meaning morning and all.)
Anyway! 11:35 and the theater was 30 minutes from me. (Yeah my closest theater might be hearing from me about this, lol.) So I set my alarm for 10:30. I knew I was going alone and I was going comfy, so half an hour would do it. I know I'm no Meryl but doggone it if she can wear ovies and tool belt, then I can wear comfy clothes, too. So, alarm set for 10:30....which translated to snoozing until 10:55. (Which wasn't easy with the two dress-shirted men ringing my doorbell TWICE before 10. Sorry, no one in here dressed enough to receive you this morning, dudes. Journey on.)
So I got ready in five minutes, yoga pants (not that I've ever done yoga, but man are they comfy!), a tank top, a tee shirt and a jacket in case the theater plotted my death through freezing. Jumped in the car and off I went.
Now normally I'm a pretty calm driver...not overly worried with other drivers, but well...they wouldn't get out of the way this morning! I tried to tell them I had somewhere to be, but it didn't help a lot. Yeah, I was a little.....bit.....excited.
Finally got there, a few minutes still to spare before even the advertisements and preview started to play. I parked and got out, headed toward the box office. Suddenly I realized I wasn't walking. Hill was on the move, running...well jogging anyway... toward the box office. Caught myself and made myself walk...very amused at my own anticipation (but hoping no one else saw me.) I walked up, requested my ticket, and as I paid, the tiny elderly lady giving me the ticket asked, "Are you going to sing along?"
Anyone want to answer her for me????
I gave a very enthusiastic "YES!!" She laughed, handed me the ticket and I headed in the door...handed off the ticket and took the stub. The lady who gave me back the stub said, "You'll enjoy it, it's a very fun movie." I bit back my smarty-pants thoughts, thanked her and headed off down the hall.
Next thought, "What IS it with the running??? WALK!!!" Yeah, busted myself racing for the theater. Somewhere deep inside, I'm still five.
Up until that moment the whole SingAlong experience was all I could hope and more. My anticipation was HUGE and all was going well.
I walked in, looked around and saw about 8 people in the theater. Ohhhhhhhhh crum. Still, I thought, maybe they'll be very enthusiastic. Let's go for it.
So I take my place...all alone...so as not to drown out the movie should anyone else want to hear it. The movie took off, complete with the big blue and gold singalong words lighting up as I sang along to the songs. Emphasis on *I*...because not a darn soul in there made so much as a peep! Except me. And I sang. However..........it was a bit inhibiting. I didn't want to JUST sing. I wanted to BELT IT OUT!! Ok, I guess it wasn't a Belt-It-Out-Along, but still.... Meryl got to belt it out. ::sniff::
It was a singalong with the party poopers. You've heard that every party has a pooper? Well they were all invited to today's singalong. And they all showed up. All 8 of them. It was wrong....on so many levels.
But I sang.........and I hope they enjoyed it. :D
And Sunshine, I want you to know that Pierce looked just as fine up there on the cliff while I sang along with Meryl. The wind still rustled through his hair and flicked at his colllars. And the the part that I think I like the best was when Meryl took off running toward the church and PIERCE RAN AFTER HER. ::sigh:: THAT's when I wished I were Meryl. :) RUN AFTER *ME*, PIERCE!!! OVER HEEEEEEEEEEERE!!! (Shoot, he could have chased me down in the theater hallway....after all I WAS running.)
Ok, that was the part I like best besides singing "The Winner Takes It All" and "Dancing Queen"...and when Colin sings "Our Last Summer" and when he smiles at Sophie at the end of that song...and Pierce and Meryl singing S.O.S. and Pierce dancing when Meryl's singing Super Trouper and fancy spandex, lol, .....and....and...well, there's just a lot of parts I like best. lol
So let this be a lesson to you. Take your own singing mob along if you're going to a matinee. Or be sure you go to a later performance if you want a lot of help singing and don't have a mob of your own to take along.
Oh and it WAS a little disappointing that I didn't have a pair of ovies or a tool belt to wear to the movie today. It really would have made it...party poopers or no.
How do men stand having hair on their chests? I mean...personally...I'm glad they do and all, ::whistling innocently::, but how do they stand it?
I got my hair cut right after "The Singalong" and I keep finding bits of cut hair down my shirt because they're itching and DRIVING ME INSANE! And what popped into my mind when I found about the umpteenth hair??? Was it A), "I should go shower off and change clothes"? Was it B), "Sheesh, why does such a tiny thing cause so much irritation?" Or was it C), "HOW DO MEN STAND IT?? HAIR ON THEIR CHESTS ALLLLL THE TIME???" (I hope you all picked C, because if you didn't you weren't reading too closely, were you???....DON'T YOU CARE????)
Ok, when you're done pondering those deep thoughts, turn your attention back here and let's get down to business....which happens to be pleasure this time. (Yes, sometimes the two mix rather well...just ask Meryl.)
You all know my opinion of "Mamma Mia! (The Greatest Movie Ever)." What a fitting name. And we all know that Kristen broke my resistance by informing it was now out in select theaters IN SINGALONG FORMAT! AAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!
WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! even.
I've been counting down the days. It's been a definite on my calendar. Even when my hairstlyist (with whom I've been playing phone tag) was trying to find a time to fit me in today, I was unavailable during Singalong's time slot. :D
You all also (if you've read all my blog or if you've ever seen me before 9 or 10 in the morning) know that I'm not what we call "a morning person." But I wanted to catch the matinee. I realize I shouldn't be throwing a lot of money at Meryl and Pierce, no matter how amazing their movie is. So I wanted to attend the matinee and not get off my budget. So that was the plan. The matinee was at 11:35...kind of early for a Saturday, but any later and it would be a bit hard to consider it a matinee (what with matinee meaning morning and all.)
Anyway! 11:35 and the theater was 30 minutes from me. (Yeah my closest theater might be hearing from me about this, lol.) So I set my alarm for 10:30. I knew I was going alone and I was going comfy, so half an hour would do it. I know I'm no Meryl but doggone it if she can wear ovies and tool belt, then I can wear comfy clothes, too. So, alarm set for 10:30....which translated to snoozing until 10:55. (Which wasn't easy with the two dress-shirted men ringing my doorbell TWICE before 10. Sorry, no one in here dressed enough to receive you this morning, dudes. Journey on.)
So I got ready in five minutes, yoga pants (not that I've ever done yoga, but man are they comfy!), a tank top, a tee shirt and a jacket in case the theater plotted my death through freezing. Jumped in the car and off I went.
Now normally I'm a pretty calm driver...not overly worried with other drivers, but well...they wouldn't get out of the way this morning! I tried to tell them I had somewhere to be, but it didn't help a lot. Yeah, I was a little.....bit.....excited.
Finally got there, a few minutes still to spare before even the advertisements and preview started to play. I parked and got out, headed toward the box office. Suddenly I realized I wasn't walking. Hill was on the move, running...well jogging anyway... toward the box office. Caught myself and made myself walk...very amused at my own anticipation (but hoping no one else saw me.) I walked up, requested my ticket, and as I paid, the tiny elderly lady giving me the ticket asked, "Are you going to sing along?"
Anyone want to answer her for me????
I gave a very enthusiastic "YES!!" She laughed, handed me the ticket and I headed in the door...handed off the ticket and took the stub. The lady who gave me back the stub said, "You'll enjoy it, it's a very fun movie." I bit back my smarty-pants thoughts, thanked her and headed off down the hall.
Next thought, "What IS it with the running??? WALK!!!" Yeah, busted myself racing for the theater. Somewhere deep inside, I'm still five.
Up until that moment the whole SingAlong experience was all I could hope and more. My anticipation was HUGE and all was going well.
I walked in, looked around and saw about 8 people in the theater. Ohhhhhhhhh crum. Still, I thought, maybe they'll be very enthusiastic. Let's go for it.
So I take my place...all alone...so as not to drown out the movie should anyone else want to hear it. The movie took off, complete with the big blue and gold singalong words lighting up as I sang along to the songs. Emphasis on *I*...because not a darn soul in there made so much as a peep! Except me. And I sang. However..........it was a bit inhibiting. I didn't want to JUST sing. I wanted to BELT IT OUT!! Ok, I guess it wasn't a Belt-It-Out-Along, but still.... Meryl got to belt it out. ::sniff::
It was a singalong with the party poopers. You've heard that every party has a pooper? Well they were all invited to today's singalong. And they all showed up. All 8 of them. It was wrong....on so many levels.
But I sang.........and I hope they enjoyed it. :D
And Sunshine, I want you to know that Pierce looked just as fine up there on the cliff while I sang along with Meryl. The wind still rustled through his hair and flicked at his colllars. And the the part that I think I like the best was when Meryl took off running toward the church and PIERCE RAN AFTER HER. ::sigh:: THAT's when I wished I were Meryl. :) RUN AFTER *ME*, PIERCE!!! OVER HEEEEEEEEEEERE!!! (Shoot, he could have chased me down in the theater hallway....after all I WAS running.)
Ok, that was the part I like best besides singing "The Winner Takes It All" and "Dancing Queen"...and when Colin sings "Our Last Summer" and when he smiles at Sophie at the end of that song...and Pierce and Meryl singing S.O.S. and Pierce dancing when Meryl's singing Super Trouper and fancy spandex, lol, .....and....and...well, there's just a lot of parts I like best. lol
So let this be a lesson to you. Take your own singing mob along if you're going to a matinee. Or be sure you go to a later performance if you want a lot of help singing and don't have a mob of your own to take along.
Oh and it WAS a little disappointing that I didn't have a pair of ovies or a tool belt to wear to the movie today. It really would have made it...party poopers or no.
Friday, September 5, 2008
My Friday Photos...and Wardrobe for Sunshine
Before I go into my actual entry for CandidCarrie's Friday Foto Finish Fiesta, (as seen at http://carriestuckmann.blogspot.com/) I had to share these photos for Sunshine. If that $300+ dress doesn't work out (WOW! What a dress!), I thought maybe this fashion of Alli's might work out. I know sunglasses aren't particularly cool for wearing inside...or at a ball, but clearly the shades make this ensemble....particularly with what-the-heck-are-those-little-things-on-the-frames...not to mention the crocheted doily on the head. Feel free to steal her idea Sunshine. She'd be happy to know she helped.
Here they are. My Friday Photos. I saw Sunshine's pics of her girls' first day of school....and the fresh new baby pics and it made me feel all mushy again about my own two. So I went in search of some of my favorite pictures of my girls. My only regret is the quality of the photos, but I LOVE this series of shots. The girls would sit together in a laundry basket with pillows and blankies (here they're using a little green bunny afghan I made for Alli when I was carrying her.)
I can't really put words to why I like these best. To me the pictures speak for themselves. I miss the days when they were just babies like this. Alli, big as she was, wasn't even really talking then. (She took her time...but has made up for it!)They've always been really good playmates for each other and it's always fun for a mamma to watch her children enjoying each other.
Anyway, those are my favorites for this time around...just 'cuz they're my babies.
I LOVE pudgy little "baby hands".
For whatever reason I can't get the spacing and layout on these pictures right...
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