Friday, September 20, 2013

7 Quick Takes (Volume 252)



After two weeks of waiting, I finally have a picture of Kelly's visit. Here's me, Kelly, my mom and my sister. Yes, I promise that is truly my sister. I know we don't look a bit alike, but people say we SOUND alike.


It sorta looks like we planned for this pic since we are color coordinated, but I assure you that was a happy accident.


I've been away a few days this week with some friends for some R & R I didn't realize how badly I needed until we got to our destination. What is it about getting away that lessens your stress level? All the stuff you have to do is still there, but somehow loses its importance.

Like blogging, for instance. I don't even care that it's nearly 8:AM and the Quick Takes are not done.


How about a pic of my Drama Queen hanging with the guys? Here's a picture of the 2013 University of Nebraska snare drum line.


While we were watching them warm up before the UCLA game last Saturday, a UCLA fan was among the crowd. When they finished he said, "I hope your team isn't as good as them or we're in trouble." He didn't need to worry as we got pummeled in the second half. And for the record, Drama Queen says the snares didn't play good either that day. But she sure looks good!



From what I just said, you probably assume we attended the Husker game last week, but we didn't. Occasionally we'll get tickets, but they're expensive, especially since we're just there to see the band. Every game day, the band has a rehearsal six hours prior to game time. Those rehearsals are free and open to the public, so we go to watch the band practice their half time show. We get to see the show without the noise of game spectators drowning it out. When rehearsal is over, we'll take Drama Queen to get something to eat and then go back to campus to watch them warm up in uniform and play through their show music for the crowd. As they march to the stadium, we walk back to our car.


You can imagine as we're walking back to our vehicle we are completing going against the flow of traffic. 90,000 people are headed to the stadium as we're walking away from it. Kevin, who often feels like an oddball in society as a male who makes a living in music, made an important observation. Dodging the hordes of fans going the opposite direction as we were he said, "This is like a commentary on our life."

We may be going a different direction, honey, but I love our life. And you. Exactly how you are. You are my Creator of beauty husband I am blessed to do life with.


I don't really have a #5 and because of Quick Take #2, I've decided "Oh well." I guess I'll just be boring today.


Even though my birthday isn't until January, I've been dealing with some birthday angst already as my next one brings the big 5-0. I'm not sure why it's buggged me so much. Maybe it's because most of my friends are younger than me, my husband's younger than me and this week I realized one of my dearest friends is closer in age to my SON than me. YIKES! But I think God's helping me some, sending Arnold and faithful friends to remind me I'm in better shape now than I was at 40. This week I stumbled across an online article declaring the perfect age for women to be 53. Boo yah! I think I may be ready to celebrate when the big day comes.

50. Psshhht. You are no big deal. (Remind me of this when January rolls around, you hear?)


Speaking of birthdays, tomorrow is my wonderful husband's birthday. Do you think I'll get in trouble for telling you he'll be 48? Marrying a younger man is really pretty smart if you think about it. Women almost always outlive men, so if I'm older to start with our deaths are more likely to be closer together and I won't have to live for twenty years without him, in theory anyway. I've already decided he will die before me. I eat better, exercise more, generally take better care of myself. The only thing he's got on me is that he sleeps more.


That's the scoop in the Boesiger house this week. Enjoy your weekend (Wish Kevin a happy birthday!) and read more Quick Takes at Conversion Diary!

Friday, September 13, 2013

7 Quick Takes (Volume 251)



You ever have one of those weeks that feels like a blur? Yeah, that would be this week at our house. I will attempt coherency here today, but I'm making no promises.


Drama Queen and some of her drum line buddies filmed a Pepsi commercial to be aired in Memorial Stadium on game days. What do you think?



Last Friday night, Ladies Man and Princess Dawdle marched together for the first time at the football game. I managed to get this pic of the two of them together doing their thing. Ladies Man is on the ladder as the drum major and Princess Dawdle is the middle sax player in front of him.


It kinda looks like I photoshopped Ladies Man in here, but I promise I didn't. I'm sure he'd laugh at the suggestion I'd know how to do that!



Speaking of being technically challenged, is it just me or is it impossible to stay on top of this technology stuff? If it weren't for my kids I'd never know what was going on. (Don't say it, my darling children. I know what you're thinking.) Just when I got the hang of Facebook, Twitter came around and was followed by Youtube and Skype and Pinterest and Instagram and Snapchat and Facetime and so on. I've tried to keep up, really I have. I have a Twitter account, but can't say I know how to use it effectively. Drama Queen and Princess Dawdle are all into Pinterest, but I'm afraid to get my own account in fear of the black hole of time it may suck out of me if I get addicted. Lately all I hear about from my high school kids is Vine. Oy! It makes me dizzy! Seriously, once my kids are all out of the house I will be an old lady simply because I'll have no idea what the latest rage on the web is.

This makes me annoyed. I should be better at this. You'd never guess it now, but I was a computer applications minor in college. I programmed in all kinds of computer languages that don't even exist now. This stupid technology business is making me old before my time. Back when I was a a teenager, this stuff didn't age parents like it does now . . . wait, I think I just aged myself with my words.

Bleh.


I did redeem myself some in technology terminology when Ladies Man took this pic.


Ladies Man: Hey Dad, let's take a selfie.

Kevin: Why do you call it a selfie when it's two people?

Me: Because he took it himself.

Ladies Man: Yeah, see Dad? Mom is hip.

Uh huh. You heard it!


Princess Dawdle got her Learner's Permit this week.


Drummer Boy rode along with us on her maiden voyage behind the wheel. I should have let him sit in the front seat. He was so calm and gave good tips I wasn't thinking of as I tried to slow my breathing. This could work out to my advantage. If I send him with her I might not have to take blood pressure meds.


I scored a big fat F as a driving teacher yesterday when Princess Dawdle asked if she could drive on some errands we were running. My first mistake was letting her do it when I had a huge headache I hadn't been able to kick all afternoon and was thus feeling, shall we say, less than patient. Stupid move number two was allowing a new driver to drive at 4:30 in the afternoon when there is more traffic. And the topper was taking her on a route that involved one way streets she's never driven before. We were in the car only a few minutes when she announced I was freaking her out and before ten minutes had expired she slammed into a parking spot, got out in tears and said, "Fine. I'm a terrible driver. You drive." It was not our best moment.

I felt like a horrible mom, but we made it right with tears and hugs and apologies. I am very lucky to have gracious children.

After we made up, I totally swung the parenting pendulum and went from monster mom to super-lenient-who-cares-if-it-will-spoil-your-dinner mom and got her a strawberry shake and me a large iced vanilla latte.

It's the little things that keep us mamas sane, no?


And that's a wrap for today, friends. Have a great weekend and read more Quick Takes at Conversion Diary!

Friday, September 06, 2013

7 Quick Takes (Volume 250)



250 volumes of Quick Takes?! That's almost five years of silliness. To commemorate this milestone, I dug back in the archives and found the very first Quick Takes post from November 14, 2008. You can read it by clicking here. Is it sad to say all the things I wrote back then are still true about me?! Maybe this is why I'm losing my steam in posting to the blog this summer. I got nothing new to say, people. (Hint, hint--suggestions welcome.)


A few weeks ago, Kevin and I sang a song in church. In my estimation it was quite unremarkable, but Drama Queen must have thought differently. As soon as we finished, she sent me a text across the sanctuary.

Drama Queen's text: You didn't choose the thug life. It chose you.

I think that's a compliment, right? Isn't it a young way to say, "Nice job?"


Our boys truly celebrated Labor Day, chilling with the xbox in style.



Also over Labor Day weekend, my dear friend, Kelly, came for a visit from Colorado. Kelly is the woman who gave me the opportunity to go to Africa. Though I feared Beatrice, Nebraska would pale in comparison to her adventures in Uganda, I think she had a good time. I know my whole clan enjoyed her. You come back ANY TIME, sister!

For some reason she couldn't get cell service in our town. She could pick it up anywhere else we went, but not in Beatrice. Weird. Maybe we really do live in the boonies.

We spent some time over the weekend with my family too, recalling stories with my mom and sister about people from our home town and our escapades as kids. I'd show you a picture, but unfortunately my memory card traveled back to Colorado with her in her computer. Next week!


We've been hearing strange noises at our house. Ladies Man has long been practicing the art of "beat boxing." For those of you not familiar with the term, it's when a person makes percussion noises with their mouth. Ladies Man's been spitting around with it for a long time, but lately he's trying to perfect his throat bass sounds. Here's a sampling with Princess Dawdle giving it a whirl too. (This was taken from a Vine video, so it will repeat the same six seconds over and over. When you get tired of it, click the little icon in the upper left hand corner til you get the red "x" that mutes it. And trust me. You WILL get tired of it. If you can't hear it to start with, scroll your cursor in the upper left hand corner and click to get the green arcs coming out of the little icon.)



When I unloaded a few groceries from my car, I found I could get everything in one trip except a watermelon. I knew I wouldn't be needing it that day, so I left it there thinking I'd grab it later. Besides, I didn't have room in my refrigerator for it and I hate having it laying around on my counter. You can guess what happened, right?

That day turned into the next day and the next and the next. I forgot it was back there until Kevin asked what was rolling around in the back of the van. When we finally retrieved it, look what we found.


It's a plastic screw wedged into the melon, and I mean WEDGED! Also, I cannot recommend this type of storage solution for a watermelon, because when I cut into it, half the fruit tasted a little fermented. What? You can't keep a watermelon good for a few days in a closed vehicle in high temperatures?

Yes. You can say it. I am a ding dong.


I started classes this week towards a master's degree and just a few days in I'm realizing I need to adjust my brain a little. I have not been in the world of academia for several years and it's like refreshing oneself to a whole nother language. (Yes, I see the poor word choice I used there. Good thing I'm gettin me somma dat edjucashun.)

I do believe I'm already getting smarter. I find myself analyzing words more carefully as I read and striking a thoughtful, contemplative pose every few minutes.

Or that could be a fancy, academic way of saying I'm totally confused.


It is what it is. You decide. That's the story here this week, friends. I hope you have a lovely weekend and enjoy more Quick Takes, visit Conversion Diary!