No, I'm not hiding - I'm learning to use WordPress and working on building a site that has more features/functions at another location.
I haven't given up on writing posts, in fact, I can't wait to tell you all about some of the brilliant minutia in my life - like my recently joining a soccer team, considering relocation, finding out my little one needs glasses, etc. etc.
Nothing thrilling, but then, when have I written a thrilling post?
Anyway, keep reading, RSS this page and I promise to let you know in the next week or so when I've officially migrated over to my new site and put all the final touches on it.
Here's a little trivia/minutia for you while you wait ;)
Okay, not all of you will remember the lyrics to Rupert Holmes' "Escape" aka "The Pina Colada Song" but check out how his prophetic lyrics played out in a real-life uber modern kind of way.
I mentioned in an earlier post the trip we made to the lake late this summer. One of the "fun" things we decided to do was rent one of these rafts to drag behind the boat. We spent hours on the water either leisurely towing the kids or nastily trying to get the other grown up to fly off the raft by gassing the boat and whipping erratically around the lake. The latter, it turns out, is GREAT FUN! Two days later -- not so much.
Surely about to die from the shock my barely-there-muscles underwent, I was unable to lift my arms to feed myself and found that even laughing as I recollected the day was painful. Not as painful, I imagine, as a similar excursion was for some of my good friends on a recent team outting.
Caleb (Left in video) says he's sure he's putting the chiropractor's kids through college, having already been to 4 of 44 visits he'll have to make, no doubt, over the next few months.
Recently in Chicago for an interview - Deb and I got together to spend some time on the town. For years we've met up annually in the windy city to stay on Mag Mile where we'd shop to our heart's content, and spend evenings dancing or hitting the lounges on Rush/Dearborn.
Instead, this year we spent days riding the L to the lake, Chinatown, and to one of the greatest hot dog places I've been in a while (AJ's). Evenings, given that Debbie is still in a walking boot from her unfortunate sledding event in February, were spent modestly and relatively quietly.
One night I managed to convince her that she could have just as much fun on the town in a walking boot as she normally does in heels - we got dressed and headed to Buddy Guy's Legends.
WHAT A GREAT TIME!
The place is literally a legend, having had its share of them play on its stage. Eric Clapton, Willie Dixon, Stevie Ray Vaughan, and recently John Mayer, just to name a few. Anyway, on this random visit we saw John Primer who I met personally and who was generous enough to gift me a free cd (that I love!). He was a fabulous and entertaining talent. In talking to him I learned that he'd played with a number of greats including John Prine, my all time favorite folk singer (Dad used to do covers). In fact, John Primer played with my favorite blues artist too - Muddy Waters. Here's John doing "Hoochie Coochie Man" which was written by Willie Dixon and first performed by Muddy.
If you get a chance to check out Buddy Guy's while in Chicago, I personally think it beats the BIG mainstream House, hands down.
A friend of mine does sports action photography on the side - but he is the real deal (this is one of his pics here). Anyway, he had a gig in Hico, TX recently: Hico Super Six Saturday, and he asked me to help with his booth. 10 teams, 5 games, 1 great day of six man football!
I had no idea there was anything like this out there...six man football? The smaller teams made for an exciting game - lots of action - many players held both offensive and defensive positions. But there were more cheerleaders on the sidelines than there were players on the field! And where is the dance team? I say if they boys can hold dual posts then so can the girls! Cheerleaders put your pom pons down and put on some kicking boots for half time!
The band? Well, most of the teams brought HS band music in on a cd: it piped from the loud speakers to meet their spirited chants in the stands.
Turns out this Super Six Saturday is a big deal for the smaller schools that participate. The first game starts at 11am and the last at 8pm (this meant waking up at 5 to get there by 9am to setup and not getting home til after 1:30am Sunday morning--ARGH!) The event draws a decent sized crowd - lots of visitors from the surrounding area who don't even have kids came in to watch the games.
As usual I met interesting people; who doesn't love small town Texans? Super friendly & real. One of the guys who put together the event is an accomplished marketing genius (even won an Andy award) - I knew I'd like him when he got out of his Lexus in shorts, white socks with crocks, and of course, a cowboy hat. HA!
It was totally worth getting up early on a Saturday morning for -we had a great time and I got to see my first, fifth and likely last six man football game.
So I started to write a manifesto in response to the recent Miss Teen USA debacle. But where to go with it? The state of the public school system? Bimbo stereotypes proven (again)? The nauseating superficiality of pageantry? Any which way, it's too easy.
I laughed so hard I cried after watching this again, and again, and again. Then I realized I was crying, because she's not lying... we need to do SOMETHING about the future, for our children. Jeez.
She is poised for sure; super confident non verbal signals, hands on hips, standing tall, etc. Which is why you go, "Wait? WTH? She LOOKS like she knows what she's saying....it sounds, uh rehearsed, but WHY won't my brain tell me what it means?"
If anyone makes sense of this, please send me the translation. It's like the last word in a crossword puzzle that I just can't get. I may lose sleep trying to figure this one out. Or not. We US Americans have short attention spans.
