The boys got hair cuts for the summer so we are ready to begin. Yaz got a buzz and Macaroni got a shorter version of the Ataris' drummer's 'do. The boys of summer can come out to play.
This is my favorite summer song.
SONG OF THE DAY:
"Boys of Summer" - The Ataris (cover of Don Henley)
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Monday, May 23, 2011
Going, going, gone
It's 5am and I have been tossing and turning since 2:30 when I finally decided I had packed and sorted as much as I can to go for the final load into the moving POD tomorrow, which is, in fact, in just a couple of hours. Apparently my mind can't quit playing moving Tetris until everything is finished.
Besides mentally shuffling our various belongings into a 16 foot trailer, I have been thinking about the chaos of being married to my International Man of Mystery, aka Mr. IMo?. As already established he's not anything as glamorous a spy, just a guy with dreams of walking through an airport handcuffed to a briefcase, which we all know is totally old school and never going to happen. Despite the occasional weird out-of-country excursion he's just a regular under-appreciated desk-warmer who occasionally, quietly, saves the world one piece of paper at a time.
The way this all ties in of course is how this job, which ranges from the horribly mundane to the occasionally critical and rarely exotic, effects our glob-trotting ways. There are perks like that trip I took to Italy to visit a friend I met while living in Asia, but the real test comes when the call comes that it's time to move. I box almost everything into storage, pack what I can into 1 suitcase and 1 carry-on per person, and as I say goodbye to 99% of my earthly possessions, we live out of that suitcase and carry-on for months at a time (more times than you may believe) until it is finally determined where exactly in the world we are headed. We had been told California's Bay Area, but now that doesn't look like the real destination. All I really know this time is that at least the kids and I are staying in country.
And so my gypsy ways re-emerge, and I sturdy myself for the uncertain life most people will never have a chance live. Never risking living on the streets but sometimes living out of a car for more days than I am willing to go on record admitting. Is it worth it? Who really cares. I have seen more since I hooked up with Mr. IMo? than my young provincial self ever dreamed possible. My still very young kids have already had multiple passports.
This weekend I drive into the sunset, carrying the most basic necessities (and a few things that keep a house running until the last minute & when just starting up) so the kids can spend time with extended family while we await our final landing coordinates. I can no longer remember how many times exactly I have driven across the country, with and without kids or Mr. IMo? but as we stop to see the worlds largest ball of string or dig for dinosaur bones, I have to admit the unknown destination is as fun as the journey getting there. And honestly I no longer really mind that all our stuff gets hauled away and on its way it may crash all over the highway or sink into the ocean and it could all be gone, gone, gone. I don't care because we are going, going, gone and too busy having an adventure to care.
SONG OF THE DAY:
"Gone, Gone, Gone" - Echo and the Bunnymen
"...My instincts are to kiss this train, I hear it coming.... To all this grand old scheme of things, to all the pain it brings, to all those who pull the strings, I bid good riddance...The normal rules do not apply. The mind is not to reason why. Gone, gone, gone".
Besides mentally shuffling our various belongings into a 16 foot trailer, I have been thinking about the chaos of being married to my International Man of Mystery, aka Mr. IMo?. As already established he's not anything as glamorous a spy, just a guy with dreams of walking through an airport handcuffed to a briefcase, which we all know is totally old school and never going to happen. Despite the occasional weird out-of-country excursion he's just a regular under-appreciated desk-warmer who occasionally, quietly, saves the world one piece of paper at a time.
The way this all ties in of course is how this job, which ranges from the horribly mundane to the occasionally critical and rarely exotic, effects our glob-trotting ways. There are perks like that trip I took to Italy to visit a friend I met while living in Asia, but the real test comes when the call comes that it's time to move. I box almost everything into storage, pack what I can into 1 suitcase and 1 carry-on per person, and as I say goodbye to 99% of my earthly possessions, we live out of that suitcase and carry-on for months at a time (more times than you may believe) until it is finally determined where exactly in the world we are headed. We had been told California's Bay Area, but now that doesn't look like the real destination. All I really know this time is that at least the kids and I are staying in country.
And so my gypsy ways re-emerge, and I sturdy myself for the uncertain life most people will never have a chance live. Never risking living on the streets but sometimes living out of a car for more days than I am willing to go on record admitting. Is it worth it? Who really cares. I have seen more since I hooked up with Mr. IMo? than my young provincial self ever dreamed possible. My still very young kids have already had multiple passports.
This weekend I drive into the sunset, carrying the most basic necessities (and a few things that keep a house running until the last minute & when just starting up) so the kids can spend time with extended family while we await our final landing coordinates. I can no longer remember how many times exactly I have driven across the country, with and without kids or Mr. IMo? but as we stop to see the worlds largest ball of string or dig for dinosaur bones, I have to admit the unknown destination is as fun as the journey getting there. And honestly I no longer really mind that all our stuff gets hauled away and on its way it may crash all over the highway or sink into the ocean and it could all be gone, gone, gone. I don't care because we are going, going, gone and too busy having an adventure to care.
SONG OF THE DAY:
"Gone, Gone, Gone" - Echo and the Bunnymen
"...My instincts are to kiss this train, I hear it coming.... To all this grand old scheme of things, to all the pain it brings, to all those who pull the strings, I bid good riddance...The normal rules do not apply. The mind is not to reason why. Gone, gone, gone".
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Tetris is my theme song
Today we packed the POD. My friends I can pack and stack with killer accuracy. There is room to spare.I like this trance Tetris remix.
SONG OF THE DAY:
"Tetris Theme Song"
Friday, May 20, 2011
the end is near
So we are moving all our junk out this weekend and it is the end of an era. Yaz was born here, Macaroni turned from classically autistic toddler to a practically normal kid, and Katydid has grow into a young lady before our eyes.
We have also been joking about what we should play if the world really ends tomorrow. After much consideration I have decided a perfect song for both events is this:
SONG OF THE DAY:
"It's All Over Now" - The Rolling Stones
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Pack it up
A variation on the same theme by the masterful bluesman Freddie King.
SONG OF THE DAY:
"Pack it Up" - Freddie King
SONG OF THE DAY:
"Pack it Up" - Freddie King
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
pack up
I sent Mr. IMo? dumpster diving for moving boxes last night and I am freshly restocked. I ordered the moving crates for the end of the week, and we settled thing with my in-laws to crash in their basement for a month until our next place opens up. Things are really happening, and I am starting to get in the packing groove. Bring on the newsprint and sharpies!
SONG OF THE DAY:
"Pack Up" - Eliza Doolittle
SONG OF THE DAY:
"Pack Up" - Eliza Doolittle
Post Script
Although the Month if the Girl Band is officially over here, it continues elsewhere. If you are looking for a summer roadtrip, check out the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in Cleveland, OH and their exhibit on Women who Rock, featuring many of the ladies highlighted here.
http://rockhall.com/exhibits/women-who-rock/
Tuesday, May 17, 2011
Moving on
I cannot overstate the amount of chaos swirling around me. It feels like the tornado scene in Wizard of Oz. However, things are theoretically looking up around here as we are getting ready to shed the midwestern funk that has been accumulating. I'm not an All-American Rejects fan, but their tune "Move Along" seems appropriate today as we struggle to keep things balanced while upending our world. For a while we will be just barely holding it together. I'm boldy pushing through while Mr. Imo? battles a severe case of "senior-itis". Yaz busted his eye open on a door, Katydid is suffering late night internal pyrotechnics and Macaroni's general inability to cope with change is manifesting itself in a sound I can only describe as stuck pig.
"When everything is wrong we move along".
Go Team.
SONG OF THE DAY:
"Move Along" - All-American Rejects
"When everything is wrong we move along".
Go Team.
SONG OF THE DAY:
"Move Along" - All-American Rejects
Monday, May 16, 2011
Everybody's got the fever
All this chaos has manifest itself physically. Everybody's got the fever. I may be out for another few days, then I promise I will be back to normal.
SONG OF THE DAY:
"Fever" - Peggy Lee
Saturday, May 14, 2011
I'm Back
Well , I had a delightful time in Italy with Katydid and my sister. Katydid was over the moon the whole time and was joined at the hip with her best friend from the time they woke up to the time they crawled into that little twin bed together and eventually fell asleep. I am so glad my daughter has such a perfect best friend, we just all wish we didn't live on opposite sides of the world of one another.
SONG OF THE DAY:
"We're Going to be Friends" - The White Stripes
SONG OF THE DAY:
"We're Going to be Friends" - The White Stripes
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