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This post is inspired by MISSion Amy K.R., one of the WBEZ (Chicago Public Radio) blogs, where they conspired to save summer by making people jump at the same time on one designated night and encouraged people to stage their own gallery shows a la Philippe Halsman’s iconic photography book/exhibit Jump, and indeed, to Jump for Joy!
Naturally, I am recycling photos we took at the Outer Banks…
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Ok. I lied. I went to the theatre with three boys under twelve with ants in their pants, what do you think? Just had to use it in my title because it is THE favorite album of mine, that’s all.
We went to see a Broadway musical… in Chicago… I wish I could tell you that I saw Spamalot.
Shut up! This is a hold-up, not a botany lesson. I want you to hand over all the lupins you've got.
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Or Wicked. Or The Lion King. Or Billy Elliot. But Nooooo….
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It is a musical based on a Disney movie. Like, 100% based on the movie... Wouldn't it have been enough to just watch the movie, again?
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Every time I walk into one of these classic theatres, I am startled by the beauty inside. The ornate, intricate designs overwhelm the senses and quicken my heart. Faced with the beauty, I feel guilty for not dressing up. I imagine that the walls and the chandeliers whisper, “We wish you had taken the effort to look as good as we do and help us remember those days…”
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This post was done at the airport. Made possible by the FREE Wi-Fi provided at the Richmond Airport and 2+ hour delay courtesy of United Airlines (well, to be fair, it’s really the weather’s fault…)
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What better way to celebrate Independence Day by watching this clip from Independence Day again?
WE WILL NOT GO QUITELY INTO THE NIGHT!
WE WILL NOT VANISH WITHOUT A FIGHT!
We are going to live on. We are going to survive.
Today, we celebrate our Independence Day!
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What better way than to read The Declaration of Independence again? Really carefully this time.
What better way to celebrate July 4th by reading this again?
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Or to imagine what Ben Franklin’s Facebook page would have been like?
Befriending a Founding Father
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Or to participate in your hometown Fourth of July parade?
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(Actually these pictures were taken this past Friday…)
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Whenever I manage to get my acts together or am not too embarrassed to backdate my post or decide to overlook my poor photographic skills, I participate in Unknown Mami’s…
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It is obvious I have been having too much fun with this Welcome-to-the-21st-century COOL photo editing website picnik.com. Because they have been acquired by google, I know they will not be doing evil with my photos…
Weekends are sacred even though there are errands to run and housework chores to do.
Weekends are sacred despite gymnastic practices, Taekwondo lessons, religious education and Chinese school.
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Weekends are sacred because we didn’t realize how much fun it is to fly a kite.
Now we know.
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Weekends are sacred because we ended the perfect day with a broken kite and a kite gone missing after it broke away and flew off into the clouds.
We are going to get more.
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Weekends are sacred even though sometimes daddy is flying out to yet another foreign country on Saturdays or coming home on Sundays.
Weekends are sacred exactly because he travels so much that we need to use our weekends wisely, not squandering.
Weekends are sacred even though sometimes mommy has to fly out on Sunday night (or the night of Memorial Day) to be in another city by a certain time for some meeting that she would rather not be part of because she starts missing you when she is printing out her boarding pass.
Weekends are sacred even though because the city we live in only has two seasons: Winter and Construction.
Weekends are sacred because we only have one month of spring and one month of fall that are ripe to make perfect days with.
Weekends are sacred because the reward of pedaling uphills inside the woods of Morten Arboretum is a series of downhill turns with the sound of the wind and the clack clack clack of the coasting bicycle wheels accompanied by your screaming
WWWeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
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Weekends are sacred because our tree is just big enough now to support a hammock.
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Weekends are sacred because we are a family of lazy souls living a packed life.
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Weekends are sacred because when it comes down to it what we really want to do, after all this…
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Is nothing at all.
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Nothing is better than doing nothing.
Weekends are sacred.
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I have not yet participated in Unknown Mami‘s Sundays in My City weekly feature that I so enjoy on her blog. (Actually, I love all her weekly features: the I Comment Therefore I am on Mondays and the Fragmented Fridays) I thought I’d give it a go this Sunday, seeing how I need a good excuse to show off my “AWESOME” (Notice the quote fingers?) photography skills.
Disclaimer: These were not taken on a Sunday (as you could see my son was heading to school…) nor in a city (as clearly as the day it was taken we live in a very suburban suburb… I need to learn to not apologize for it…)
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