We went camping over the weekend and arrived home late last night. I cannot tell you how nice it was to be away from the world for 3 days and to not hear the words "Swine" or "Flu" for a whole weekend. However my joy was short lived when Steve turned the TV on this morning and those words were flyin' out at me. Also, as of this morning, Emily is pretty sure she has Swine Flu. Mmm hmmm. What better way to get a free stay home from school pass than to fake the symptoms of a "pandemic". The symptoms which her brother so kindly looked up for her on the internet.
There is a radio station here and on the weekend they play old broadcasts of American Top 40 radio program with Casey Kasem from the 1980's. It is so much fun to listen to. There is something so magical about hearing his voice. It is like I am automatically transported to a simpler time. We were listening to it a few weeks ago when we were on a date and it was kinda like we were teenagers again. Excepting that we couldn't stay up long enough to hear the end of the countdown being that we are so old now.
We were listening to it on the way home last night from camping. The week they were replaying was from April 23, 1988. We were listening to it and Steve made the remark that 1988 must have been a really bad year for songs. He doesn't know much about songs from 1988 because he was serving a mission for our church back then. I started thinking about 1988. Ahhh....1988. That was a good year for me. I know exactly where I was and what I was doing on 8/8/88. The last half of 1988, I was a freshman in High School. That was a fun year! But listening to the songs, I must say, Steve was right. I guess we didn't realize it back then, but we got jipped on music that year. At least that week we did. Listening to the songs, I came to a conclusion. It must have been really popular back then to write a few lines of a song and then repeat them over and over and over and over again until the future listener, in the year 2009 wants to yell, "SHUT UP! YOU'VE SAID THAT 100 TIMES ALREADY!" Funny. I don't remember wanting to yell that in 1988.
So. Emily. This is what I found out last week about Emily. When people in our new neighborhood ask her if her mom has a job, she tells them that I am a waitress. Yep. A waitress. Not that there's anything wrong with being a waitress. It's just that, ya know, I was a waitress. Over fifteen years ago. Why the heck is she telling people that is my current job. I guess in her eyes, that is a pretty good description of my current job.
One morning last week, my visiting teachers were coming and I was trying really hard to get the house clean. I loaded the dishwasher and started it but I still had a sink full of dirty dishes. I was thinkin', how is that gonna look? To have the dishwasher going and all these dirty dishes still sittin' here. They are gonna know that I didn't do dishes at all yesterday. And heaven forbid they know that. It's not like I'm gonna put it on my blog a week later so that the whole world can know. So I did the only thing I could. I went to the garage, got a box, loaded it up with dirty dishes, put it in the pantry and closed the door. Whew! Problem solved!
There is a radio station here and on the weekend they play old broadcasts of American Top 40 radio program with Casey Kasem from the 1980's. It is so much fun to listen to. There is something so magical about hearing his voice. It is like I am automatically transported to a simpler time. We were listening to it a few weeks ago when we were on a date and it was kinda like we were teenagers again. Excepting that we couldn't stay up long enough to hear the end of the countdown being that we are so old now.
We were listening to it on the way home last night from camping. The week they were replaying was from April 23, 1988. We were listening to it and Steve made the remark that 1988 must have been a really bad year for songs. He doesn't know much about songs from 1988 because he was serving a mission for our church back then. I started thinking about 1988. Ahhh....1988. That was a good year for me. I know exactly where I was and what I was doing on 8/8/88. The last half of 1988, I was a freshman in High School. That was a fun year! But listening to the songs, I must say, Steve was right. I guess we didn't realize it back then, but we got jipped on music that year. At least that week we did. Listening to the songs, I came to a conclusion. It must have been really popular back then to write a few lines of a song and then repeat them over and over and over and over again until the future listener, in the year 2009 wants to yell, "SHUT UP! YOU'VE SAID THAT 100 TIMES ALREADY!" Funny. I don't remember wanting to yell that in 1988.
So. Emily. This is what I found out last week about Emily. When people in our new neighborhood ask her if her mom has a job, she tells them that I am a waitress. Yep. A waitress. Not that there's anything wrong with being a waitress. It's just that, ya know, I was a waitress. Over fifteen years ago. Why the heck is she telling people that is my current job. I guess in her eyes, that is a pretty good description of my current job.
One morning last week, my visiting teachers were coming and I was trying really hard to get the house clean. I loaded the dishwasher and started it but I still had a sink full of dirty dishes. I was thinkin', how is that gonna look? To have the dishwasher going and all these dirty dishes still sittin' here. They are gonna know that I didn't do dishes at all yesterday. And heaven forbid they know that. It's not like I'm gonna put it on my blog a week later so that the whole world can know. So I did the only thing I could. I went to the garage, got a box, loaded it up with dirty dishes, put it in the pantry and closed the door. Whew! Problem solved!
