Two hours, a lot of crying, and a really bad headache later, I realize that it's not much fun to watch a movie you've already lived through.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
In raising 4 daughters, my dad was subjected to more cheer competitions, dance recitals, gymnastics meets, etc. than any man should ever have to endure. I'm pretty sure he never knew one event from another (which is why he dubbed them all "the jump-around") and he probably had things he'd rather do (like golf), and my mom probably had to drag him there, but the point is he came.
So here's to you dad! Thanks for watching countless jump-arounds, for making the best Sunday night grilled cheese, for not disowning all of us when we call you on the same day with a major freak-out, for good advice, and for being such a wonderful example of what the head of a home should be. Happy Father's Day!
Posted by lindsay lark at 6:50 PM
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
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Thursday, June 4, 2009
I didn't know there was such a thing as a camouflaged kilt until I saw this man at Paradise Bakery today. I can't decide whether it was a decision of fashion or a matter of work attire. But then I tried to think of any job where it would require one to wear a camouflaged kilt and I couldn't think of one. He had a few tools and some serious boots- any ideas?
Posted by lindsay lark at 12:57 AM
Monday, June 1, 2009
I think I heard this phrase at least 26 times today.
I came down to Alpine to help my mom "clean" the basement. Somehow "cleaning'" became a little more like sifting through a bunch of junk that my mom wouldn't let me get rid of because "it's not junk, it's memories".
Just in case any of you need 47 picture frames from the 80's, any sort of electronic cord that is surely out of date, small teddy bear cheerleader figurines, or VHS tapes- don't worry, we've got 'em. And according to my mom, someday I'll be glad. We'll see mom, we'll see.
Posted by lindsay lark at 10:39 PM