My name is Lindsay and this is just so I don't feel guilty for not keeping a written journal...


Saturday, January 21, 2017

I love the smell of okoume in the morning


In the car, brother-Kendall and I discussed politics.

We're both staunchly against socialism.  We both say "tsk tsk" and shake our heads to the republican choice of our new president.  I listen to Chris Wallace.  He listens to Glenn Beck.  We talk and talk and congratulate each other on being correct.  Good times had by all.

The first guitar shop was alright.  The Taylor should've been marked down due to the weird wood flaws on the front.  (I didn't say it at the time but they looked like tiny nipples, right where you'd expect nipples on a guitar)  I could've gotten over the bare-chest if it was a steal-deal...

Second shop was Kendall-heaven.  A cozy room with walls covered in vintage/expensive guitars for his playing pleasure.  Nothing for me there, but they had a restroom sign that made me laugh.  Just this picture of a lady who looked really excited. 

Why was it funny?


Back in the car we discussed kids and church and tv.  I'm thinking of going back and rewatching Malcolm in the Middle and Kendall is reliving Seinfeld. 


Third shop- blah.  BUT.  They did have this on a shelf.


White Elephant gift?  That's what she said.

(Me.  I said it.)

Here's what's fun.  You get Kendall talking about music theory and then sit back with something to sip on.  I didn't put ice in my Dr Pepper for two reasons.  One, more drink.  Two, I read once that ice in those machines is FILTHY with germs.  (Something about how it's loaded and not cleaned?) ...Probably not universally true but there I was with a room-temp drink, discussing music with a fellow musician.  We were so deliciously sophisticated. 

BTW- Music is magical and AMAZINGLY structured.
There's a rhyme and reason to it that boggles the mind.

Fourth shop is where things picked up.  I met a Breedlove and could see us growing old together.  We shared a moment and I found myself going back to her every few minutes for just another taste.  Am I ready for commitment?  Is this the real deal?

FIFTH shop.

More guitars.  I try a Guild, another Taylor, another whatchamacallit....

But like all love stories there was a moment of reckoning.  A moment where our heroine has that "I'm just a girl, standing in front of a guitar, asking it to love her" conversation.  "Is that you, Breedlove?  You come here also?  I, I, uh, I can't seem to quit you.  You ...complete me."


I can't remember what all Kendall and I talked about on the way home but I do remember the little, stolen glances to the back seat.  We sang and harmonized the chorus to "Closer to You" by Brandi Carlile and my back-seat sweetheart got a little preview of my awkward singing.

She loved it.


Saturday, January 7, 2017

Suzie 8.0



I just found pizza crust stuck to the underside of my keyboard.  No wonder it was wobbly.   

...Thanks Garret.


So.  When upgrading from your 7.0-Suzie to the 8.0-Suzinator keep in mind that the 7.0 model is still intact.  Basically, she's just bumping her Suziness up 12.5 percent.  This will be apparent mostly in sound levels, energy, temper, sweetness and Nutella-intake. 


The upgrade process itself will require a few additional downloads including: 3-little-munchkins, ice-skates, chicken-nuggets and cookies.

Download cookies HERE



The following day, when checking out your new 8.0 Suzie, you may be surprised to find that the upgrade is still loading.  You may want to just set aside your entire weekend.



Now here's the big deal about Suzie 8.0-


She is eligible to be baptized into the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.




Don't forget this part.  Don't forget how she smiled and was reverent, even when nervous about being in the water.  Don't forget about her hugs and soft/shy comments.  Don't forget how your brother shared his testimony of the Holy Ghost, and how the room was filled with friends and family.  Don't forget how your prayers were answered with calm kids and safe travels in a snowstorm.  Don't forget the joy, peace and love.

Enjoy it.  Remember it.  Love it!


Love you Suzie 8.0.


Wednesday, December 14, 2016

IT'S A TREE!



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HELLO!

MERRY CHRISTMAS!
 
WE HAVE REAL SNOW!

SCHOOL IS CANCELLED TOMORROW!

WE HAVE COCOA, NETFLIX AND NOWHERE TO GO!!!

This is the life.



Tuesday, September 27, 2016

Something has happened to Brenda


The norm, for the past 8 years, was to just mention Halloween to Brenda and suddenly our world was all aflutter.  Decorations went up just days after the new school year began.  Different costumes were brought to school nearly every day of October.  Conversations all revolved around candy, pumpkins, parties...  You get it.

Something has happened to Brenda.

I blame Katy Perry.

I fully acknowledge that childish-Halloween ended, for me, after I was twelve, as it does with many kids.  BUT.  This wasn't supposed to happen to my kid.  Hey!  What's autism for, if not to let me enjoy my kids' youth a little longer than normal???

She hasn't even glanced at the decorations that Suzie and I put up.  She shrugged and mentioned she'd wear the costume she used at girls camp, when asked.  When bringing up her birthday, she just lets me know what she wants from the store.  No talk of her annual Halloween/birthday party that she's obsessed over for nearly a decade...

Nope, she just wants to play video games and listen to her "girl pop".

I feel helplessly robbed.

So to lash back, in justified, parental vengeance, I'm going to expose Brenda for the child she is.

Last month, I took Brenda, Suzie and two cousins to the movies to see Finding Dory.  I was parked right outside the small theater as they came out and could see that Brenda was struggling to compose herself.  The (spoiler alert) happy ending had completely brought Brenda to sobbing, gasping, tipsy tears.  She declared it her favorite movie that she would never watch again.  ...Now she's asking for the dvd for her birthday...

getting in the car post-movie

How does this expose her as a child?  Um.  I guess I'd have to call myself a child after sobbing at the end of North and South (the one based on the book by Elizabeth Gaskell, not the war movie).  But my movie is adult.  It has adult stuff like history and death and philosophy and politics and relationships...  and I sobbed in the privacy of my dark bedroom.  And and and..  And Dory is silly and cartoon.  ...nevermind the family and love and courage...  Oh, and I cry at the end of Wreck it Ralph.

I feel my argument crumbling.

Well crud.

My kid is growing up. 



Wednesday, September 7, 2016

the family death grip


 Anton Ego (Ratatouille):

"In many ways, the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little, yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work and their selves to our judgment. We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and to read. But the bitter truth we critics must face, is that in the grand scheme of things, the average piece of junk is probably more meaningful than our criticism designating it so. But there are times when a critic truly risks something, and that is in the discovery and defense of the new. The world is often unkind to new talent, new creations. The new needs friends. Last night, I experienced something new: an extraordinary meal from a singularly unexpected source. To say that both the meal and its maker have challenged my preconceptions about fine cooking is a gross understatement. They have rocked me to my core. In the past, I have made no secret of my disdain for Chef Gusteau's famous motto, "Anyone can cook." But I realize, only now do I truly understand what he meant. Not everyone can become a great artist; but a great artist can come from anywhere. It is difficult to imagine more humble origins than those of the genius now cooking at Gusteau's, who is, in this critic's opinion, nothing less than the finest chef in France. I will be returning to Gusteau's soon, hungry for more."


I've always loved that part in the movie where you hear Anton's critique.  The other day, as I was loading pictures from my brother's wedding onto my computer, Anton's voice came thru from the other room.  It doesn't exactly apply here but something about the awesomeness crossed over.  I even teared up, which is not much of stretch for me.  ...but I felt it. 


I love my little bro. and Saturday was an extraordinary experience that left us all in awe with goosepimples o'plenty. 


 Why was it so extra special?  Because he's my baby bro?


Because Allyson is ridiculously fun and we are going full-on family deathgrip?


 Maybe a little of both?


 Maybe because Mike and I looked awesome...




 Or because my forever first family is complete?



 
I don't know.  ...Why analyze it?


 So I'm just going to set all these pictures here...


...and walk away, smiling. 


Saturday, August 13, 2016

suzination

So I called Suzie over to the computer, showed her these pictures and asked her what she would like the post to say.  She said I don't know and I immediately typed that phrase.  Seeing this she starts to cry.  I clear the script and tell her we can come up with something fun.  She cries harder from the pressure.  I close the page and tell her not to worry, we could go play a game instead. 


She picked Snake Oil and, of course, she beat me.  (Playing Snake Oil with just two people doesn't work traditionally but we've made alterations that make no sense.)  After that Brenda suggested we play dance-attack.  Having never heard of this I asked her what to do.  She stood across the room and started to twirl ballerina-like.  Making her way towards me she suddenly punched me.  Not too hard, but definitely by surprise.  "Dance Attack!"  Suzie, having witnessed, was in.  She started prancing and I was suddenly kicked in the shin. 

she enjoys a certain app

It was giggles all around but I had to teach the girls WWF style fighting.  After we settled down I again asked Suzie about the blog post.  "Any thoughts on what we should write?"  She shook her head.  I asked if I could write about when she.......   She laughed and said That would be gross gross GROSS! 

...loves it, actually

So I don't get to write about somebody tooting in the bathtub?


My point is that I like this girl and I want her to share her thoughts. 


I just went and asked her what her favorite part of today was.  She said Disco Head which, she explained, is some game where you stick your head out of your tent. 




...BTW- We went camping.  It was fun. 

...I should post about that when I get some pictures...

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