Friday, June 24, 2011

Sharing stuff you don't want to know...

Well, I am sans camera and interesting topics, so I thought I would cheat a bit.  I tried to think of something that you all might find entertaining and at the same time, would give you a peek into my past.

So.....spending all of 3 minutes brainstorming, I decided I would look up the top songs from some of the important summers of my life.

Well, except the first summer.  I was born in October, 1973, so I wasn't exactly able to give my opinion on what 8-track my Mom was going to listen to.  For those of you that don't know what an 8-track is...well first, crawl out from under your rock and read a book or something.

Way back in the olden times, it was how people listened to music after vinyl records but before cassette tapes.

Having heard enough about my Mom's teen years, it is entirely possible that the ode to lame  #1 song of 1973 was one of her favorites.

In the interest of deep, professional research,  I just called her and she bragged that she had gone to the NY state fair in 1974  to see the group...Holy Craptastic taste, Batman!  She then proceeded to serenade me.  This was double fun cause 1-the song bites and 2-my Mom has a voice like rusty nails in a clothes dryer.  Love you, Mom.

Anyway, back in the Summer of 1974,  she was so excited to go to the fair for the first time at the age of 16 and wanted to get to her concert and eat candy apples and fried dough.  However,  the people she went with were only interested in getting free blood pressure checks, free weight checks and even stood in line for hours for some free 'new' kind of band-aids.

One girl ate so much free cheese at the Dairy Barn that she ended up with diarrhea.  Good Times.

So, without further ado...the number #1 song (and one of my Mom's golden oldies) of 1973...

Try not to watch that 'stache on his face to see if it is a  sentient creature...I dare you to try!

The song  gets better when you learn that the true, tender meaning of the lyrics are about a convict returning home and looking for a ribbon to see if he was welcome to bring his facial hair into the home of his lady love.  Turns out he was really welcome, cause there were a 100 ribbons.  Oh, the romance!  I can only imagine the low self-esteem that broad had...

Now, let's skip the rest of the 70's cause I was a kid and disco was in and well, that is reason enough.  In the summer of 1987, I was 13, my oldest daughter's age.  

It was a time of huge hair and tacky taste...
This is Patrick 'McDreamy' Dempsey rocking a 'fro.

We all dressed like hookers or 'The Bangles'.

And we perpetrated heinous crimes against hair and the ozone...

A top song from the summer of 1987 showcases a very talented singing (not dancing,  Lord knows she has as much rhythm as a marionette) Whitney Houston before the tragic downward spiral...

The 80's passed in a blur of hairspray and spandex and soon it was time for me to graduate from high school in June of 1991.  Stop using your fingers and toes to see how long ago that was...

I would have loved to post a picture of me at graduation, in my white spandex mini dress (swear to God!), but somehow that photo album has disappeared (with a little help from my sticky fingered kids).  I searched hard for it dear readers and got my neck kink a-throbbing again. Yeah, me!

You will have to settle for this picture of me from that summer rocking some acid washed jeans...
...and hurricane proof hair.

The top song from the week I graduated happens to also be one of my favorite music videos of all time.  Maybe it is the 1950's's a very young and cute Keanu Reeves as the love interest:

So, time went pretty quickly after graduation until it came to a screeching halt in 1997 when I had a huge, ugly car accident.  That summer, I was very happy and grateful to be alive and the top song for the third week of June was appropriately perky enough:

Seeing those boys married with kids now makes me feel even older than usual.  Ahh, the arthritic kink in my neck...

That ends our  time warp for now.  You're Welcome.

I looked up the top songs right now and I don't know or like most of them...must be losing my touch.  

However, a somewhat current song  I am  loving right now has an infectious chorus and the video pays homage (with gorgeous costumes) to talented black female performers through the ages- Josephine Baker, The Supremes, Diana Ross, Janet Jackson, TLC and more. Enjoy.

Tune in the next time I have to get creative with a cameraless, topicless blogpost...

Monday, June 20, 2011

April and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day!

This morning I woke up happy and at peace with the world.  And then I stretched.  And then I heard a loud 'crack' come from my neck region.  Now, I have the world's worst kink in my neck with terrible pain traveling into my shoulder.

Now, before anyone gets the idea that I was doing some sort of intense stretch like this:

I would like to assure you that I was lying in bed and merely stretched my body in a STRAIGHT line...really...more of a deep breathing and tensing.

I have been suffering horribly every since!  First, I took a couple of naproxen.  Didn't touch it.

Then, I took a couple of vicodins (that I have been hoarding since I had my wisdom tooth out, for just such an emergency).  Unlike a lot of people, they don't make me tired.  They make me wired.  So, my house got clean and I organized some closets and made lunch.

Things were looking up, until my son came to tell me he had dropped my 6 month old, really nice camera that I only had in the first place because I won it.

Gloom and despair!  It is broken...really broken...I am just sick about it.  I used it nearly every day.  I loved it and there is no way I can afford to replace it anytime soon.

I was really mad and sad and weepy and all of that emotion must have burnt through my vicodin haze, because my neck started hurting with a fiery pain that makes my eyes float!

I really hope that it eases up soon.  It is definitely making me feel very irritable.

It is one of those days where I can't wait for it to end.  Hopefully tomorrow will be better...especially if I don't start it by stretching.

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Loving Summer Break

I have been thoroughly enjoying summer break- no school work, no schedules.  Most days are spent either outdoors enjoying the sun and warmth or inside vegging out on movie marathons:

     Eclipse Movie
Best Thursday EVER!  I know...kinda lame for an old broad like me, but have you looked at those boys?!

Our local pool finally opened, so we went this weekend and had a blast.  My youngest was so excited, because she can finally keep her head above the water in the shallow end.  Now, if only she would trust me when I am trying to teach her to swim...

My wildflowers and sunflowers are growing like crazy:

The kids get such a kick out of flowers that are taller than they are. 

Oh, yeah...and the tiny lettuce patch is coming along.  We made a salad with some to it last night. 

Finally, the girls enjoying the blow up pool in the front yard:

Tuesday, June 7, 2011

Best News EVER!!

This is my youngest child when she was 4 days old.


She was born in October 2004 with a full head of black hair and the sweetest disposition.  I have never seen such a happy or sweet baby.  

When she was 2 weeks old, her pediatrician heard a heart murmur.

She was diagnosed with Atrial Septal Defect.  Basically, she had a hole in her heart.

A fairly common defect in newborns.  The hole usually closes within a month of birth.

Those that don't close in a month, usually close in 6 months.

If the hole doesn't close in 6 months, it can close in the next couple of years, but usually doesn't.

Then it needs surgical intervention.

SURGERY!  On my baby!

So, for the first 3 years of her life she went to the cardiologist every few months.

When she was 4 the hole was still there and I was told that we didn't need to come back until she  6, when they would likely do surgery.

I prayed.  I worried.  I prayed more.

Yesterday, she went for her 6 year old cardiology check-up.

And I witnessed a miracle.


Her heart is completely normal with no lingering ill effects.

Yesterday was a truly wonderful and blessed day.

My healthy girl in her pool.  God is good.

Saturday, June 4, 2011

Summer fun and prom shoes

The human body is a weird machine, just waiting to do us in.  Example- I just hiccuped so hard that I cracked my neck.  I was afraid to turn my head for a nano second, that is how hard it popped.

Along with my usual ulcer/gastrointestinal issues that have plagued me the last few days, I have had a cold, so I am not exactly on friendly terms with my earthly shell at this point.

It has been blazing hot here in KY for the last week.  We didn't really get spring, unless you count a month of cold rain.  We went from cold and dreary straight into hot and sunny 90+ degree weather.  Since I left Alaska 13 years ago, I had had difficulty dealing with the heat of summer.

Last year, I spent a lot more time outside than usual (what with having a house and yard instead of an apartment) and I found that I was not as affected by the heat as before.  Now, this year, I am doing even better.  That isn't to say I will be doing cartwheels (the centrifugal force would rip my legs from my body any way) or running marathons (cause who the hell wants to), but if I just relax on the porch I find I don't mind the heat at all.

My daughter's new bike she bought with her allowance she had been saving.  I am so proud of her.

The kids are loving the fact that school has ended and they can play all day with their friends.  Of course, with summer comes swimming and playing in the hose. As long as I don't think about the water bill, I can enjoy watching them frolic.

The flowers out front and the lettuce patch in the back are coming along very nicely.  We have even had a couple salads of baby lettuce already.

My oldest daughter loves going out back and clipping some lettuce for us.  She said it makes her feel like she is really doing something.  I don't think you can get a better endorsement for gardening.  

Finally, I had to share a pic of my youngest in what she calls her 'prom' shoes:

I forgot she had these on and I took her to the grocery store!