futbol

My apologies to the numbers. This post is wicked late.

Brewer took us to a futbol match. The Chicago Fire vs. New England Revolution.

Keri Strug was there and in case you were wondering, yes, she still talks like a chipmunk.

Gillette Stadium was pretty cool.

Brewer, can you see that? The Fire won!

Obsession du jour

Photo stolen with kindness and admiration
from Knit and Tonic, the author of the pattern and the book that features it.

It's so very Audrey Hepburn, no? I've been trying Audrey on lately. I didn't realize it until my good friend noted it. You should see my outfit today. So very Miss A.

Creative juices are so hard to keep at bay.

Life minus the drama

"We interrupt this episode of Days of Our Lives to bring you a message from our sponsor."

I heard this a lot when I was a kid. My grandfather was addicted to soaps. Game shows and soaps. At least for the 9 years that I spent with him. I'm sure his younger days were filled with providing for 6 kids and a wife, but his later years were about golf, tv, and lawn care. I used to sit on the arm of his chair and watch the Days of Our Lives hourglass and marvel at the 80's hair. I didn't understand a word of it. I only knew that it was boring. All that "drama" looked like a bunch of hyped up people worrying about nothing. After 10 minutes or so, I usually ran into the kitchen or utility room to see what my grandmother was up to. Drama, even at 5-8 years old, I knew I didn't need it.

Recently, I tried something new. I refused to give the drama in my life any attention. I didn't ignore it, I just refused to give it power. I simply hopped up off the arm of the burka lounger and went to see what was happening elsewhere in my life. I fed it some analysis, but no anxiety. I gave it a little room, but not the whole house.

The lesson for me was that I don't have to get caught up if I don't want to. I can choose to sit there and be a part of the drama or I can get up and move on.

This should by no means be interpreted as commentary on how my two grandparents lived their lives. My points are completely unrelated, sort of, except that my grandfather continues to shape my thoughts and my life.