I think I can find video of the first gig with the army...and a couple of previous bands.. These were pics my sister took from the big screen
A Pat on the Back and a Sigh of Relief
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Her first gig with the new band... she joined her husband as an army musician...
and this band
She got out of college in 2009...and has been a paying bills working musician since...popped around a lot of bands and road drama... but she can't back out of this gig for the next venture for at least 4 years... but me hopes she and her husband stick it out and retire at 55 with 2 army pensions!
I talked to her this morning!Funny you should ask... Your adoptive girl child wants to talk to you about that.
Dare I ask...
There's nothing brings a smile like a mouthful of Spotted Dick, dripping with custard ... but with my advancing age/increasing waistline it's a rarity!
She went into Berklee as a jazz violinist... And came out a fiddle player
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Dare I ask...
...and it's microwavable!
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Next wedding I go to, this is the gift I'm giving the happy couple.
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Use prime and you can get it by Christmas!!
When my twin girlies were little, they had a row, and it was quite something to see them yelling at each other.
So we categorised 'shut up', 'stupid' and 'idiot' as bad language in our house. You could see their eyes pop when later, neighbours' kids might use such words in our presence, waiting for ma or pa to step in and admonish/
This rule survived all through childhood and on.
One day, in the kitchen, we're making dinner, and I'm squabbling with one of my girls – then in their late twenties – over possession of the vegetable cutting board. Lots of elbow digs and shoulder shoves. Eventually I won, leant in close and whispered in her ear 'idiot'.
She jumps back, 'Shut up!', 'No, you shut up!' 'You're being stupid!' 'You're an idiot!'
Outraged mum bursts into the room: 'What the **** is going on?'
So we categorised 'shut up', 'stupid' and 'idiot' as bad language in our house. You could see their eyes pop when later, neighbours' kids might use such words in our presence, waiting for ma or pa to step in and admonish/
This rule survived all through childhood and on.
One day, in the kitchen, we're making dinner, and I'm squabbling with one of my girls – then in their late twenties – over possession of the vegetable cutting board. Lots of elbow digs and shoulder shoves. Eventually I won, leant in close and whispered in her ear 'idiot'.
She jumps back, 'Shut up!', 'No, you shut up!' 'You're being stupid!' 'You're an idiot!'
Outraged mum bursts into the room: 'What the **** is going on?'
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You know, had a lot of father/son talks with my boy over the years, but tonight I think was the 1st time we actual had an honest to goodness, man to man chat.
There I was all by myself perfecting that dent in the seat of my chair, when my son walks in carrying 2 beers. Hands me one and we had this really great chat. Not like father and son mind, more like 2 blokes in a boozer just mulling over life. For the 1st time I saw my son not as my child, but as the fine young man he's grown to be.
I'm one proud poppa right now.
There I was all by myself perfecting that dent in the seat of my chair, when my son walks in carrying 2 beers. Hands me one and we had this really great chat. Not like father and son mind, more like 2 blokes in a boozer just mulling over life. For the 1st time I saw my son not as my child, but as the fine young man he's grown to be.
I'm one proud poppa right now.
Forgot you had twins... I just told my twins to go upstairs and fight it out...I'd feed the one that lives. They told me later they would just go upstairs and stare at each other thinking wtf?
Congrats!
my favorite so far was when my daughter's battery died on a friday night...and she called her brother and he came and helped get it jumped and go get a new battery...and neither posted FML whining on facebook...or talked about having their friday night ruined...or about adulting...
I still remember him as that 3½' runt I use to chase around the yard when you lived in these parts. It's hard to get use to the idea of having to look up at him now. Time be a funny thing....
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LOL! Sure was a right little buggar in those days. Different as night and day when we moved back to the farm though. I just think the states was the wrong environment for him. Hated our apartment nearly as much as I did and the school he attended even more.I still remember him as that 3½' runt I use to chase around the yard when you lived in these parts. It's hard to get use to the idea of having to look up at him now. Time be a funny thing....
I'll never forget the time in 3rd grade his bloody clueless Vice Principal sent him home with a letter saying the wearing of raciest attire was against school policy. Turns out he had worn his Australia flag t-shirt that day and The VP mistook the Union Jack in the upper left for a Confederate battle flag. Of course, me explaining the facts of life to the bloke in no uncertain terms didn't help matters much.
Any road, he's done well at school down here and has really come into his own on the farm.
Been there, done that. T-shirt's in the wash.
That was me growing up in Milwaukee (the situation your son was in.) I cannot count the times my parents were called about my choices of reading material (book reports on several "adult" books like The Andromeda Strain or the time I recited a few of Shakespeare's sonnets for an English class "project" about things we had read in the past {dad was really happy to get that call at work...} or the phone calls concerning my physical appearance/vocal range...)
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Thing is, my son hadn't done anything wrong. Pure ignorance on the part of the VP. No idea where that pillock was educated.
Nor did I! Milwaukee was (possibly still is) roughly three years or more behind Pittsburgh when it comes to education. Doesn't help that I'm a bookworm that prefers books and
s over (most) people. Hell, my sixth-grade teacher "classified" me as "retarded" (his words, not mine!) and he didn't tell me that I hadn't done my homework "properly" until the very last day of school (the last bell had rung to excuse everyone from school for the summer.)That same teacher had slammed one of the other students up against a wall for falling asleep in class! The teacher focused on educating the "geniuses" instead of helping those who weren't as "advanced" as his pets (amusing anecdote: I was the only student in the class who knew who Rikki Tikki Tavi was in the Rudyard Kipling story, and the other students didn't find out about the tidbit of information until the first day of a fooking teacher's strike! The other kids wanted me to do their homework for them, and the woman who took over the class that day didn't know {and her son was one of the "geniuses"!})
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I remember that, as well as your reaction to it. As I recall, we didn't get any work done for 3 days! Hell, I just stayed out of your way.
I had a teacher like that in 6th grade. He use to grab the boys by the ear and twist. One day he did it to me and without thinking I decked him. I was scared to death I was going to get expelled or worse, but he never said a word. Guess he was too embarrassed to tell the administrators he had been decked by a 12 year old! He never twisted anyone's ear again either.
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