On Owen, and Meat
(Wednesday, February 26, 2014)
For Owen's birthday, Mia decided she'd make him something. She found an old vase and decorated it with multicolored hearts. Then she grabbed a Sharpie and wrote a note to her brother.
I hope you have a very happy birthday. I can't believe you are already six. You are getting so big. Here is a little poem that describes you:
You are funny
You are sweet
And you really like meat.
You make me angry, though.
She really calls 'em like she sees 'em and doesn't pull any punches.
(Tuesday, February 25, 2014)
This weekend marked the opening of a wonderful show starring Mia and Beth. Okay, maybe they weren't the stars but they certainly were in my book.
There's community theater - cheesy productions staged by wannabe directors and suburban divas - then there's community theater - shows put on by passionate people who want not only to have fun and put on a good show but be do so with the people in their community with whom they share a passion. This was the latter of the two. As an observer - one who wouldn't dare walk on a stage or even sing in front of my best friends - the whole thing is wonderful. They endured snow and ice, cancelled school days and scrapped rehearsals. And all those cancelled rehearsals resulted in even longer rehearsals, endless hours running through lines and rehearsing music. But this great group of talented, committed people pulled it off.
I'm proud of the women in my life. Beth and Mia love this stuff. They love to sign and dance and perform in front of people. And they do it very, very well. They are exhausted but they did it, and they did it together. That's pretty damn cool.
Monday Tuesday #479
(Tuesday, February 25, 2014)
The Olympics are
over. What am I supposed
to watch now? Confused.
How's The Face: An Update In One Act
(Wednesday, February 19, 2014)
The Setting: The blogosphere, present day.
The Characters: Chris, our intrepid yet often absent blogger, and The Inquisitive Public who we'll just call Tip (see what I did there?).
Tip: Well, it certainly has been a while.
Chris: Yes. And you've obviously been kicking around this series of tubes until I resurfaced to talk about my face.
Tip: Exactly. So, how's it going? I see you still have the beard.
Chris: Yeah. Someone I haven't seen for a very long time told me I looked like a distinguished gentleman.
Tip: You know she meant old, right?
Chris: Oh hell yeah, she did.
Tip: So, when last we talked you were trying to get approved for a shot or something, right?
Chris: Yeah, after months of searching for a diagnosis I might have stumbled onto something.
Tip: Don't leave us hanging.
Chris: Well, if this shot works, it'll prove that I have some weird immunodeficiency that, when triggered by who-knows-what sets off a chain reaction causing, in some people, really painful reactions in the face, near-undiagnosable symptoms and distinguished gentleman beard-growing.
Tip: That's great! Did you get the shot?
Chris: Yes, two actually. Last week.
Chris: I don't want to jinx anything but something good seems to be happening. For the first time since the summer, my face doesn't hurt.
Tip: That's great. But why are you still hanging on to the beard?
Chris: It's not gone. I'm still on steroids. Too early to call, you know? But headed in the right direction.
Tip: So, what next?
Chris: Well, hopefully I keep getting better and I keep taking the shots.
Chris: Yep, forever.
Tip: That sucks.
Chris: Not really. I've got both my legs, my family's healthy and I've never really been all that afraid of needles.
Tip: Thanks for catching me up.
Chris: Anytime. See you later.
Tip: Don't trip over that RSS feed on your way offstage, okay? And watch out for that ethernet cab...
Chris: Oh...shit..ouch. Now you tell me.