A blast from the past for ya’ll this Tuesday. This week I’m gonna try and re-post some of my old time fav’s from my blog. Oldie but goodie for sure about a little interaction Luke and I had back in the day.
We are. In like two days. We’re just so excited we can hardly stand it.
Cora is going to lose her friggin’ mind. While poor Daddy is working at a conference, Cora will be metamorphosing into a princess completely pushed, packaged and sold by Disney. But hey, that’s alright. Let the girl have her fun. It’s going to be SO darling.
My favorite princess was always Ariel. But upon reading this little chart I feel more closely aligned with the sarcastic bitch at the bottom with the rose.
But WHO the fuck is she?
I couldn’t have said it better myself, Elyse. I seriously have no idea.
Anyway, I’ll leave you with the following video. I know I have posted it before but I swear to God it is the most brilliant thing I have ever seen in my life. I should post this shit every day (totally worth waiting through the ad, btw).
Who knew there was an entire movement? In reference to my previous post.. Yay for slow!
Well, this is the second Thanksgiving out of the past 10 where we’ve actually been home. And it was a great one. We went to my parents’ house and my brothers and their girlfriends came too. It was quite a party. My Mom is seriously off the hook when it comes to cooking, so everything was ridiculous and I find myself feeling a bit thicker today than a few ago. Well worth it.
At any rate, we had to get our hair did for the big festivities. That’s right people, it was Kierian’s first haircut. I’d been hanging onto the rat-tail for far too long. Being that I am from this wonderful town, I am in full support of the shaggy hair look on little boys. But the rat-tail wasn’t getting us there. We had to get him all shaped up. Here are a few pics…
We’re making animal noises these days. And he is one fierce beast…
Last week I saw THE QUEEN in concert. That’s right, Madonna.
It was a bit ridiculous being that I’d just returned in-country three days before, but it was definitely worth the rally…we bought the tickets months before for this night. A whole slew of girlies headed down to Denver to witness her show.
The reviews were mixed. She came on three hours late, which for a bunch of cougars and 40-yr-old gay men was a bit rough. But I still attest it was worth it. The opening was off the hook:
And while some were furious with her overt political statements, she is a freaking icon and seeing her was nothing short of legendary.
Many were angered by the use of guns in her show. Apparently her fans in Denver asked for her to tone down the gun violence due to the recent attack in Aurora. Her simple answer was no.
And you know what? I thought it was great. I wanted to see Madonna because she’s always pushed the envelope. As a Catholic and a rebel myself growing up, she represents all that is bad-ass. Sexuality, confidence, power, crisis of faith, independence, creativity and all things little girls think about at different points in life. The gun thing was just her latest version of “scary” thinking. I somehow doubt she’s into guns in real life. And besides that, the woman is 54 and doing yoga, kung-fu and shows her bare ass on the stage…she’s pretty damn hardcore in my book.
It was a hell of a show. If you grew up loving Madonna and she comes to your town, don’t even hesitate.
Well, I threw my neck out this weekend headbanging. I was trying to be cool or maybe funny, so I guess that’s kinda what I deserve.
Luke and I do this thing when on long car rides we call “Improv”. We take turns dancing like crazy, and our kids watch us like we’re nuts. But they love it and will one day do it too. You watch. Anyway, it’s best to do at stoplights because then you get some good reactions from others. (Just a tip in case you decide to dabble..)
I can’t tell if this injury means I’m getting older and my body just can’t hang, or if maybe my technique was wrong. But come to think of it, we used to do a lot of headbanging and air guitar growing up in the Doyle household and I do remember often feeling like my neck was broken after a solid sesh. Hey, if it made my parents laugh then a broken neck was a small price to pay.
I did a bit of research and found this video was very informative:
I’ve deduced that perhaps I wasn’t wearing the right clothing at the time of the injury. Also, it’s harder to head-bang to Jack Johnson (Lollipop rock, as my Dad would call it) in the car then it is to my littlest brother’s favorite song that he somehow knows all the lyrics to:
Maybe if I’d had better music my neck wouldn’t hurt so badly. Lesson learned.
It doesn’t feel right to end this post without adding this–The Doyle family movie and anthem. It’s where I first learned my craft.
Careful with those necks, my friends.