This past weekend I travelled with my daughter's competitive synchronized swimming club to an out-of-town meet. Her first one. (mine too)
The purpose of this post is for me to remember the emotions present during this event. What is the emotion called that causes tears to well up uncontrolled when you're watching someone you love perform? It's a cousin to pride, that's what it feels like. But it's not the chest thumping kind. It's part pride and part happiness for them. Working through her first set of real nerves while waiting in line to perform her compulsory figures. She works really hard and it was so great to see her putting on her 3 min show with her team. She says she doesn't remember much of her team's routine, just diving in and then getting out at the end.
And the stuff back at the hotel room, Yvonne - remember that too. No, it wasn't bad. But I just handled it, gave the girls a pep talk about bonding and team performance. Not freaking out on them and hitting the ceiling like the other Mom said she would've.
"Do you work with kids as a job? How many kids do you take care of?" she asks. Just two, and I have a biology background.
"Really?? cuz you seem to know what you were doing back there."
It was a wonderful compliment, especially with the another team Mom nearby nodding furvently in agreement. No wonder shortly after that I was having difficulty seeing through the tears.
I may not do other things particularly well, But this? this I'm proud of.
19.1.12
I make art
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How? Started by copying a photo of a gorgeous pair of Fluevogs,
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| Chiyao Fluevogs |
ran it through my TurboScan app and then printed it out.
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Adhered the paper to a canvas with soft gel medium, (coloured side down) and let it dry overnight. Next day wet the paper and rubbed it away gently to reveal the end result in the first photo. Covered it with a layer of matte Modge Podge when dry. That's it! Easy peasy.
Excuse me, I'm gonna go make me some more...
definitely not bunched up any more
I was standing in line at the cash, just about to unload a full cartload of groceries and happened to notice that the person directly behind me had only a couple of items. After looking up and making eye contact,
"Umm, you can go ahead of me if you want..." gesturing with a sweep to the conveyor belt.
"oh, uhhh sure... Thanks!"
A bit of juggling, during which I noticed that the mid20somethingyearold behind him had a half-dozen of items in her basket.
"uhhh, ... d'you want to too? You've only got a couple of things...?"
"No, that's okay. Thanks."
"OK..."
And then: it happened. My Dad jumped straight out of my mouth:
"after all... you can do better than that!" gesturing with a nod down to the paltry contents of her basket shielding her body. "HA HA ha ha heh heh. erhmmm"
"henh." says her, smiling slightly, no eye crinkles though... humouring the mid40s too talkative Mom. Sad, really...
I turn back and start unloading my cart, mentally OMFGing. I can't believe it!
Later on that day I'm FaceTime-ing with my sister and she says she recently had a very similar experience - at the grocery store too. She thought she was just 'being friendly' with the cashier when partway through the conversation she realized that the girl was just humouring her. She was channelling our Dad too!
It IS genetic! Now I'm really scared...
:-0
"ahh, she's still bunched up inside at that age" says my longtime friend. It's true you know. I would've reacted much the same at her age. I think. But then again, having grown up with a father who chatted up strangers, maybe not.
"Umm, you can go ahead of me if you want..." gesturing with a sweep to the conveyor belt.
"oh, uhhh sure... Thanks!"
A bit of juggling, during which I noticed that the mid20somethingyearold behind him had a half-dozen of items in her basket.
"uhhh, ... d'you want to too? You've only got a couple of things...?"
"No, that's okay. Thanks."
"OK..."
And then: it happened. My Dad jumped straight out of my mouth:
"after all... you can do better than that!" gesturing with a nod down to the paltry contents of her basket shielding her body. "HA HA ha ha heh heh. erhmmm"
"henh." says her, smiling slightly, no eye crinkles though... humouring the mid40s too talkative Mom. Sad, really...
I turn back and start unloading my cart, mentally OMFGing. I can't believe it!
Later on that day I'm FaceTime-ing with my sister and she says she recently had a very similar experience - at the grocery store too. She thought she was just 'being friendly' with the cashier when partway through the conversation she realized that the girl was just humouring her. She was channelling our Dad too!
It IS genetic! Now I'm really scared...
:-0
"ahh, she's still bunched up inside at that age" says my longtime friend. It's true you know. I would've reacted much the same at her age. I think. But then again, having grown up with a father who chatted up strangers, maybe not.
16.1.12
simply simple
I owe Jian a great deal. I mean, I'm a Stuck-at-Home Mom... when do I get to hear new music??
Almost a year ago now Mother Mother played Q live in studio, and then soon afterwards I heard them on Live 88.5 (our local 'alternative' station). Since then I've infected both of the kids, one of which is doing an English assignment on the video for The Stand.
Almost a year ago now Mother Mother played Q live in studio, and then soon afterwards I heard them on Live 88.5 (our local 'alternative' station). Since then I've infected both of the kids, one of which is doing an English assignment on the video for The Stand.
The other one is using K'naan's Wavin Flag for her unrelated assignment. Weird, huh? Both of 'em doing video analysis and they're not in the same grade... heck not even in the same school!
We've been doing a lot of determining, listening and analyzing of lyrics in this house for the past week or so. (no... no Mondegreens to speak of unfortunately)
During my online voyage to help them with their schoolwork I came across the video below. I knew from listening to the band on Q that they 'could sing' and weren't processed y'know? But geez they sound good!
And then, just cuz I've been listening to all those lyrics I wrote down the ones to this song too. Aw, you're welcome!
take me lightly, I am not the way I ought to be
I’m just the way I’ve got to be
take me slowly or else you may come by injury
I’ll hurt you emotionally
rock me baby until my eyes are closed and I’m asleep
and then it’s safe for you to leave
call me lazy for I have yet to let my soul free
it’s still very much in my reach, oh
I just want it to unfold
simply simple
I do everything I’m told
to keep it simple
you want babies, well here I am
so why now aren’t you pleased with a big baby like me?
I throw a fit and you trip to pick up after it
domesticated bliss ain’t it, oh no
I just want it to unfold
simply simple
I do everything I’m told
to keep it simple
simply simple
I just want it to unfold
and I do everything I’m told
and I just want it to unfold
simply simple
28.12.11
December 25, 2011 in hourly photos
idea originates from Andrea,
photos are unrehearsed, untouched, uncropped... and no 'redo's:
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| 7am: the wake up back tickle |
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| 8 am: she had the fire going by the time we all congregated downstairs |
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| 9 am: red clover, red clover epiphanie bag!!! |
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| 10 am: bacon and crepes |
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| 11 am: and coffee (but not Keurig) |
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| 12 pm: The Clean Up |
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| 1 pm: xmas music (I am SO picky) |
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| 2 pm: white christmas after all |
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| 3 pm: happy happy joy joy |
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| 4 pm |
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| 5 pm: playing scribblish |
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| 6 pm: Tdinner (hours of prep for minutes of consumption) |
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| 7 pm: bright lights |
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| 8 pm: more presents |
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| 9 pm: table cloth |
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| 10 pm: more scribblish |
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| 11pm: time to retire |
16.12.11
maroon mondegreen
Maeve belts out the lyric in the car on the way to synchro this week. I giggle.
"Whhaaaat????!" she challenges.
"Hee hee. That can't be it... Sorry for laughing, but that can't be the right word."
"It IS. What else could it be??!"
"I don't know, but I'm SURE that they don't say 'Take me by the tongue'..."
ha ha ha.
(0:47)
"Whhaaaat????!" she challenges.
"Hee hee. That can't be it... Sorry for laughing, but that can't be the right word."
"It IS. What else could it be??!"
"I don't know, but I'm SURE that they don't say 'Take me by the tongue'..."
ha ha ha.
(0:47)
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