Every time I hear the line “like the ceiling can’t hold us” I think of this:

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But then, I’m probably dating myself. And whenever I hear that phrase (dating myself) I recall the banter:

Dating yourself? How do you do that?

It’s simple. You just work yourself into a lather until you are beside yourself. The rest is an exercise left for the reader.

Can you tell I’m a little punchy tonight?

Oh, and it seems to fit the IE commercials quite well, TYVM.

An advance in domestic feline-canine relations, and much fur was shed…

Today, G convinced the dog that he can chase the cats with impunity, hissing and raised fur (and also our sofa cushions) be damned. What followed was 15 minutes of a rousing game of egged-on chase, which abruptly ended when a single claw was raised, followed by the most pitiful “welp” you can image.

It is truly surprising that they don’t all get along better, considering that the dog is a giant pussy.

Bookmarks 20130701

Clearing out the “Other” bookmark folder…

Wow, I’ve been too busy to surf much this past month…

News is gossip for intellectuals?

Fine. I’m going to pause working for a while to keep up with gossip. Between last night’s Texas senate and the SCOTUS rulings today, I’m captivated in politics again.

Specifically, how can anyone put their entire life into this?

Catchup blogging 201305

It’s been a while, but here’s the core dump of things I bookmarked over the past several months. There’s bound to be something in here to grab somebody’s interest; I just don’t have time to comment on everything all the time.

Monopoly epiphany

So, Cy is off teaching other students tonight. G, being her usual responsible self, starts her homework at 6:30 sharp. It gets difficult, there are tears, but we work through it with silliness and laughter. OK, I had to sing and do a booty dance, but whatever it takes.

After the homework is learned and done, we play monopoly. She bought Cy the “Family Guy” version for his birthday with her own money. Cy was gone, but we still played. (Don’t tell her it sharpens her math skills — especially subtraction!)

As we’re playing, she casually states: “So, you and Cy are married.”

I replied “Not legally.”

G: But you’ve been together 28 years?

Me: Yes.

G: And you have a daughter?

Me, laughing: Yes! One we love very much!

G: Oh, you’re married.

That’s when I realized: I don’t care about a Supreme Court Opinion, all that matters is the opinion of the one person who is the focus of my life.

And she knows the commitment we have to her, and to each other. This is immutable to her, as it should be.

Any other vote: whether by 9 justices, or by 25 million Texans, cannot change the love and stability she knows. She doesn’t know nuances of tax law, nor should she care. All she knows is that we are there for her, and there for each other, above all else. This, she accepts without question nor hesitation.

There is only thing I love more than teaching my daughter; learning from my daughter.

And tonight, I have had an epiphany.

Just heard Wand with a full orchestra. Wow…

Everyone I spoke with who has already watched it over and over said they got chills — including me. Interestingly, we all felt our chills at separate times.

I strongly encourage seeing it early; you may decide you want to see it more than once! After months of writing and re-writing and rehearsals, I can honestly say that every day I spend with several songs stuck in my head still, and I enjoy every minute of them. In fact, my mental playlist just changed — and I like this song as much as the previous one!

Hearing the full orchestra play during this, the final dress rehearsal was revealing: it revealed Cy’s skill, his talent, and his dedication.I don’t give praise like this lightly; it is well deserved, and well earned.

Come join us for an evening (or more!) or magical music! wandthemusical.com