School is out. Pizza parties and yearbooks and graduation are done and the kids immediately started work on their summer bucket list. This year’s list is a little more intense than usual, fueled by a mix of divorced parent guilt and a group of school buddies that love fun and adventure as much as we do.
Jesus take the wheel.
Things that solve problems:
- Charts and graphs.
- Talking it out.
I lost this one for just a bit.
It was terrifying in a way I’d never experienced before. But she let me come find her, and she let me hold on, and this weekend, she jumped on me for a piggyback ride through the grocery store parking lot.
Thank you, baby.
Emi marks the time by how many weeks left till camp. I mark the time by how many payments. We’re both pretty excited.
My kids have enjoyed going to the the car wash since they were babies. They love watching foamy rainbows of soap slide down their windows and the beads of water chase each other over the front windshield.
This morning we had about 5 minutes while waiting on Emi to finish at the doctor’s office, and our car was G.R.O.S.S. so we hit up a new car wash on that side of town.
It was immediately apparent that we weren’t in your typical rainbow soap car wash. It was dark and loud with flashes of red light. Think the entrance of the Vortex bar in Midtown, if you’re familiar with that section of Atlanta.
Catie was prepared, though. “Mommy, turn on your camera,” she instructed. “Let’s pretend we’re in Hell.”
This kid has been super patient with me while I hang out at her school during the day. I’m working and distracted by adult conversation, but I’m still all up in her space. Even so, she comes by to say hi.
I love her.
This sweet nugget was born 12 years ago today.
A mere two weeks after her due date, she began the festivities when my water broke on a cold, windy day at the zoo. Things have continued pretty much on that course. She does things her own way, in her own time and it’s part of why I love her so much.
I have an unhealthy obsession with pop culture events, and I don’t know why. My current fixation is Richard Simmons. I’m pretty sure he’s being held hostage in his home and I’m not the only one convinced that something is fishy.
You can read all about that right here.
But, even the most dedicated fans of our dear Richard must branch out a bit. It’s important to be well rounded, after all.
Enter Tonya Harding.
Remember her? The 1994 US Figure Skating Championships? She was blamed, along with Jeff Gillooly, Shawn Eckhardt, and Shane Stant, for the attack on fellow skater Nancy Kerrigan. She was crucified by the media and never recovered in terms of her sport. Surely you wonder, as did I, what in the world the last 20+ years have been like for her?
Wonder no more. For the low price of $2.99 you can OWN (not rent, but own for immediate and future viewing at your leisure) 30 for 30: The Price of Gold.
If you watch with an open mind, it’s actually quite interesting. I came out the other side with a different opinion than I’d held for 20 years. It’s not deep, intellectual theatrics, but it’s damn entertaining on a Friday night.
And you betcha this post is filed under “Family & Friends.” Where would you put Richard and Tonya?
Sometimes it takes her a minute to remember if she’s playing soccer or roller derby.