Archive | September, 2013

Weekly Photo Challenge: An Unusual POV

10 Sep
Unusual

Unusual

 

Their Point of View is different.

It’s remarkable and out of the ordinary.

Yup.

They’re unusual … Their POV is unusual. But that’s what also makes them awesome and badass.

 

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Sandbox Adventure List 19: Feeling The Blue Fever

9 Sep

It was the bottle-me-up moment of the night … that one special moment you want to bottle up and save for those crappy days ahead. I caught it.

I caught The Blue Fever … and it was sweet.

My son first saw parts of their show on television … and then decided it was DVR-Worthy. Everyday-of-the-week-DVR-worthy. This is where the craze started. Everyday after his sister’s nap we heard the ba-donka-donk song followed by Luke Skywalker musical sabers swishing around and an eclectic xylophone with great tunes.

Apparently Ellen DeGeneres was giving away tickets to her entire audience, unfortunately for my son, we were sitting on the couch watching. We were nowhere near the studio audience and all the originality that is Blue Man. But it didn’t matter that we only saw it through television, he had caught The Blue Fever as soon as he had seen it.

The unique intensity and humor of the performance came through and it was something he wanted to witness. And the funny thing was that everything about it was an adventure for him from the printing of the tickets, to the bus ride, to packing the picnic basket and then to finally arriving to the outdoor show. It was something to look forward to, something to get excited about. All the little steps that I often take for granted when going to a concert or event took new meaning through my son’s eyes. They became moments of excitement and anticipation. In this Sandbox List Adventure, I realized that some things are better when living  through the perspective of my five-year old … things like The Blue Fever.

 

The Blue Man Group awaited us.

The Blue Man Group awaited us.

 

We didn't walk to the bus, my son insisted we run toward our adventure. And so we did. I was lucky not to have dropped the camera on the way.

We didn’t walk to the bus, my son insisted we run toward our adventure. And so we did. I was lucky not to have dropped the camera on the way.

 

Not only was this his first concert, but this was also his first bus ride. He constantly looked out the window to see what was coming up next. And as all the adults sat impatiently, sent text messages, or listened to music my son smiled at every landmark and took in every moment of the adventure. I totally enjoyed watching every minute of it.

Not only was this his first concert, but this was also his first bus ride. He constantly looked out the window to see what was coming up next. And as all the adults sat impatiently, sent text messages, and listened to music my son smiled at every landmark and took in every moment of the adventure. I totally enjoyed watching every minute of it.

 

The traffic was so heavy that we arrived in the evening. But that didn't matter, because the bus ride rocked.

The traffic was so heavy that we arrived in the evening. But that didn’t matter, because the bus ride rocked.

 

This is where the magic happened and we stayed tuned for it.

This is where the magic happened and we stayed tuned for it.

 

... as did the other little fans in the audience ... although most of them looked happier than this.

… as did the other little fans in the audience … although most of them looked happier than this.

 

Working their magic, making us laugh, entertaining us all with their music moves.

Working their magic, making us laugh, entertaining us all with their music moves.

 

The evening continued and one of the best parts was the grand finale ... complete with fireworks and the encore.

The evening continued and one of the best parts was the grand finale … complete with fireworks and the encore.

 

Checking out the grand finale and all of its amazement.

Checking out the grand finale and all of its amazement.

 

The night was great ... and then came the masses heading to the parking lot and we were two of them.

The night was great … and then came the masses heading to the parking lot and we were two of them.

 

 

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Burning Bridges

5 Sep

Twenty-year high school reunion. I saw it on Facebook. I saw the head cheerleader and her clan making announcements and planning this shindig.

Burning Bridges

Burning Bridges

I was on the link and read the conversations, and all I could think of was … I don’t want to see these people. Ex-boyfriends, cheerleaders, and drill team members planning a party. I thought, yeah … I’d rather be getting a root canal.

It wasn’t so much the conversation, but it was knowing that these people still think that phoniness is passable. I know they don’t want to see me. We weren’t really friends, we were barely acquaintances. I don’t hate any of them, but annoyance is enough for me to stay away. I mean I don’t even like running into these people at the mall.

I’m 38. I’ve got gray hair. I don’t have time for this stuff. If I didn’t like anybody back then, I probably won’t like them now. I mean some people may have A-HA moments and do a 360-change, but for the most part people are who they are.

And the truth is the people I actually do want to see are probably not going either. They’re smart. They’re not even on Facebook.

Burning bridges … sometimes this is a good thing.

 

Weekly Photo Challenge: Sea

3 Sep

 

The Sea.

Coming from California I see a lot of sea.

The Pacific Ocean is awesome.

It makes you a whole new you.

But I hadn’t been to Australia yet. And even though Cairns is still in the Pacific Ocean, it’s a whole new perspective

Nothing like the Great Barrier Reef, or The Coral Sea.

It encourages snorkeling and scuba diving.

And if there are sharks, no worries … I imagine they’d still bite me, but they would be Australian shark bites.

The Sea.

 

 

Dig Your Own Awesome Hole

2 Sep

Dear Space Invaders,

I knew you might be a problem. I was hoping you wouldn’t be. I was hoping I wouldn’t run into you, but whenever you hope for something like this not to happen, it usually does.

It wasn’t Labor Day, it was Day of the Space Invaders.

I tried to prepare myself and avoid contact with you at all costs. I marked our territory with sand toys, Tommy Bahama Costco beach chairs, towels, boogie board, and a Radio Flyer wagon. I even dug our regular giant hole in the sand, deep enough for cannonballs and construction-building action for both my five-year old and two year-old. I thought it would be enough.

But you are who you are.

I should have bought that yellow crime scene caution tape and surrounded the perimeter. Maybe that would have worked.

 

The scene at 11 a.m.

The scene at 11 a.m., before the sun decided to join us. After that, it got a little more crowded.

 

But with all these people there I doubt that even CSI tape would have helped.

Now even though I had mentally prepared myself for your presence and the many cult followers of your ideology, I did not take into consideration that you would take it to another level. I did not think you would drop off your kids at my beach site.

The digging of an awesome hole does not give you or any other parent the right to drop off your kids, while you and your posse relax, talk to your friends, read magazines, send text messages, or sleep. I’d like to do those things too, but when you go to the beach with kids there’s no down time. You should know that already.

So this is just a reminder that the digging of an awesome hole does not mean I am running a day care.

I mean I don’t mind our kids hanging out, splashing around, playing in the hole, or playing baseball with each other. I don’t. I like having fun with kids. I like having fun with my kids. It would be good if you had fun with your kids too. And it would be great if you were present so that you could check your kid so he didn’t eat sand or drown in the ocean. Drowning sucks.

And your whole my-kids-can-play-with-your-kids’-toys-it’s-O.K.-let’s-all-share fake speech is a load crap. I’m calling you out. It’s crap. You know it. I know it. I know you know that I know it. You’re just trying to lure my kids into a false sense of beach play so that you can bail. You’re gonna bail.

You’ve done it before.

I’m onto you now, mastermind. There will be no sharing of any kind.

I mean for crying out lout, I could be some kind of pedophile. You don’t know me, but there you are leaving your kids in my care and walking away. You think that just because I’ve got a nice face that I’m not crazy. Well … I’m not, but I could be. That’s the point, I could be. You know who else had a nice face … Ted Bundy. Apparently chicks thought he was hot, and we all know what happened there.

So for everyone’s safety you should really dig your own hole. Awesome holes can be dug by almost anybody. So man up, grab your Target shovel, and get to work.

The Guat