No, not to me and my wife. That was last month.
Today is the anniversary of the first WWYG?! post, many years ago.
I know I haven't been writing on the site much in the last many month, and for that (as usual) I apologize. I do think about the site weekly and try to come up with ideas and motivations to craft something that might be interesting to read. But, sadly, I haven't been doing much.
But perhaps I can get remotivated by this turn to a new WWYG?! year. I am always looking to you, my loyal readers and friends for ideas, so feel free to toss me a comment below about how YOU think I should keep WWYG?! updated more frequently. Am I not writing about something that you think I am suited for? (Because I often need some outside perspective to see things in a different light.)
And while you're commenting, why not nominate a favorite post from the past that you liked. If nothing else, maybe I can call up a few items from the archives and toss those out again. (Hey, if Hollywood can repurpose old things into new money-makers, I can do something similar for no charge, right?)
Over twenty-one (!?!) years of obviousness and nonsense.
Friday, August 12, 2011
Saturday, July 09, 2011
The Little Things
So, I'm sitting on the couch this morning playing Angry Birds and listening to iTunes (my 4 Stars playlist, if you're interested . . . and yes, I know . . . what a productive Saturday morning!) . . .
. . . and as I'm trying to work out how to destroy this batch of stupid pigs, my shuffle throws up The Remus Lupins "I Was a Teenage Werewolf."
(By the way, I should point out that Sarah is across the room reading the Hunger Games on the opposite couch. And that Lynda and Grace and Hannah are off getting party supplies.)
Andbutso . . . the Remus Lupins is (are?) singing about how challenging it was to be a teenager and dealing with the struggles of lycanthrope and being misunderstood and whatnot. And I'm fighting the pigs. And Sarah is reemersing herself in the much more dire stuggles of Katniss Everdeen.
And a lyric in the song comes up as follows "At Hogwarts, its true we ruled the school/and you could never be as cool/as you are with Marauders at your side . . ." etc, etc. etc.
The point was this/that was just building the scenery . . .
(Providing all of the backstory is HARD . . . and I'm not even done.)
And so, as this song lyric is floating across the room from my iPad to Sarah's couch, I lift my head and look across at her. And I see (as I suspected) that she was doing the same thing to me--looking up and looking across.
(You see, just a few days before, we were watching Harry Potter Puppet Pals, "The Vortex" and we were laughing at how Puppet Harry was acting so differently than actual Harry every would--getting angry and resentful and arrogant and saying "I'm Harry Potter; I rule the school!" and here was this random moment where The Remus Lupins was using that same phrasing of "ruling the school" and I look up and Sarah looks up . . .)
And we made the same wordless, eyebrows raised, head bob manuever to each other and then just started laughing.
**
I suppose, from another perspective this seems very narcissistic of me . . . but I found it affirming instead. To know that I have made an impact in her life--even if that impact is (in this case) a shallow one that may not mean much in the larger scheme of her life development . . . well, it is these things that I as a parent cherish.
. . . and as I'm trying to work out how to destroy this batch of stupid pigs, my shuffle throws up The Remus Lupins "I Was a Teenage Werewolf."
(By the way, I should point out that Sarah is across the room reading the Hunger Games on the opposite couch. And that Lynda and Grace and Hannah are off getting party supplies.)
Andbutso . . . the Remus Lupins is (are?) singing about how challenging it was to be a teenager and dealing with the struggles of lycanthrope and being misunderstood and whatnot. And I'm fighting the pigs. And Sarah is reemersing herself in the much more dire stuggles of Katniss Everdeen.
And a lyric in the song comes up as follows "At Hogwarts, its true we ruled the school/and you could never be as cool/as you are with Marauders at your side . . ." etc, etc. etc.
The point was this/that was just building the scenery . . .
(Providing all of the backstory is HARD . . . and I'm not even done.)
And so, as this song lyric is floating across the room from my iPad to Sarah's couch, I lift my head and look across at her. And I see (as I suspected) that she was doing the same thing to me--looking up and looking across.
(You see, just a few days before, we were watching Harry Potter Puppet Pals, "The Vortex" and we were laughing at how Puppet Harry was acting so differently than actual Harry every would--getting angry and resentful and arrogant and saying "I'm Harry Potter; I rule the school!" and here was this random moment where The Remus Lupins was using that same phrasing of "ruling the school" and I look up and Sarah looks up . . .)
And we made the same wordless, eyebrows raised, head bob manuever to each other and then just started laughing.
**
I suppose, from another perspective this seems very narcissistic of me . . . but I found it affirming instead. To know that I have made an impact in her life--even if that impact is (in this case) a shallow one that may not mean much in the larger scheme of her life development . . . well, it is these things that I as a parent cherish.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
The Official Hat of Summer 2011 is Revealed
Thanks for voting everyone. Now, on to other programming.
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Happy Fathers Day
Hannah brought this home from daycare the other day. I thought it would be a nice thing to share on this special day. Happy Fathers Day to my dad and to all of the hard-working Dads out there who make their children's lives special.
Love, Hannah.
*****
Happy Fathers Day 2011!
My Dad's name is Daddy-O.
My Dad's favorite sports team is Basketball.
I like to play hide and seek with my Dad.
My Dad's favorite food is pork chops.
My Dad and I like to read library books together.
If my dad had a superpower it would be Batman.
When my Dad goes to work he listens.
My Dad really likes it when I put my patch on.
I have the greatest Dad because He is.
Love, Hannah.
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