Happy long weekend! I hope everyone’s doing well. My boy is here from Omaha, so I’m a very happy mom. We’re hanging out, catching up, remembering times past. Later on, we’ll all head out to some of our favorite haunts.
One thing we’ve been laughing about is our recollection of carpool karaoke, the delightful moments on our way to and from school, the kids and I singing along enthusiastically with classic rock on the radio.
Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody is among the best for an impromptu sing-along, but maybe we have Wayne and Garth to thank for that notion. This version is by Pentatonix, the wildly popular acapella group. See what you think.
From our house to yours, we wish you a very Happy Easter. Be sure to hug those you love.
Merry Christmas Eve! Tonight’s serenade is one of my favorite Christmas songs. As the mom of two baby boys (okay, they’re grown now), this song always hits me in a very sentimental way. And this version by Pentatonix absolutely gives me chills.
Tonight’s serenade is another two-fer, too. I love this Celtic spin on Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring. It’s just joyful and spirited, and I hope you like it.
From our house to yours, we’re sending warm wishes for the happiest Merry Christmas to you and your family. Happy Saturday night!
I love Christmas! I love the lights and the television specials and the decorations and the music. I love picking out the exact perfect gifts for friends and loved ones, Secret Santa at work, the Angel Tree at the mall.
When you love something so much, there’s the danger of being disappointed by unrealistic expectations. You envision the perfect holiday, like a Martha Stewart Christmas special, and what you get is more like the family in the Dropkick Murpys’ The Season’s Upon Us video.
But in spite of all the external trappings, Christmas is about love, about family and close friends, the kith and kin who know you better than anyone else does. It’s a great opportunity to express our appreciation for each other, to make right things that might have gone awry over the past year, and to extend grace and forgiveness. It might not be perfect, but it’s genuine.
And guess what? It’s probably not all that perfect at Martha’s house, either.
So I’m ushering in the Christmas season with my favorite jig-punk band as they put the ‘fun’ in dysfunctional in their hysterical ode to a family holiday. May you laugh, and, fingers crossed, may you not recognize too many of the characters.
We’re having a quiet holiday here at Chez R. We went out yesterday and bought a new Christmas tree, all pre-lit with the option of clear or colored lights at the flip of a switch. We also got strings of colored lights for the outside. This morning, I spent an hour or so decorating the tree while Mr. R. risked life and limb hanging lights on the front of the house. That’s right, we’re getting all festive up in here.
Dinner will be later in the afternoon, just the two of us. My sons are out in the mid-west living their own lives. Matter of fact, my Airman daughter-in-law is deployed this holiday, so if you think about it, maybe shoot up a little prayer for her safety and a swift return.
We have lots to be thankful for, Mr. R. and I. First of all, we have each other. We’re reasonably healthy, we have enough, and we’re realizing we’re at a point in our lives where we have options. In the new year, we’re planning on exploring a few of those possibilities, and we’ll be sharing with you along the way.
I’m also eternally grateful for your friendship and companionship throughout the year. While the world seems to have lost its mind, I’ve met the nicest, kindest, funniest, smartest, strongest folks right here on WordPress, and I want you to know that I appreciate you all.
Seven days. Seven states. Maryland, Pennsylvania, Colorado, Nebraska, Iowa, Georgia, and Florida. It’s great to be home!
I left Mr. R. at home with temptation (don’t think I didn’t see the wedge of cheesecake he had) and Jack, our 85-pound land shark, while I visited the parentals, and my son and daughter-in-law. And don’t get me wrong, I had a great time. But I was incredibly happy to get home last night.
Home, as it turns out, is not just a place. While I love my folks and my boy, Mr. R. is my home. And he has been, for over a decade now. I missed him. Who else ‘gets’ me? Whose touch do I crave, whose laugh do I covet?
I couldn’t decided between these two songs, so I chose both of them. Because when I returned, I found my sunshine. And I’m so glad to be home. I hope you’re ‘home’, wherever you are.
July is always a bit of a downer for me. That’s because past the 4th of July, my summer vacation is more than half-way over.
Mid-July brings Shakespeare by the Sea, the annual performance by the Palm Beach Shakespeare Festival at Carlin Park in Jupiter. Each year, they choose a play by the bard and give it their own spin. This year, they’re doing The Taming of the Shrew, and it’s set at the Kentucky Derby. Which has me shrugging my shoulders a bit, but I’m happy to go along for the ride.
The play is performed at the Seabreeze Amphitheatre across the street from the beach. Patrons of all ages are invited to bring picnic suppers, wine, blankets, and lawn chairs as they come to enjoy an evening of entertainment.
A couple of years ago, my folks were visiting along with my six-year-old niece, Lily, and I was so excited to take them to see Much Ado About Nothing. They were not convinced that Lily would be content to watch a Shakespeare play. But once we arrived and got settled, some of the actors came out and interacted with her. When the curtain went up, she was riveted.
The event runs for two consecutive long weekends and is free, with a suggested donation of $5 to cover their expenses. At last year’s performance of Hamlet, an actor performed a private sonnet in exchange for your donation.
I love everything about this video. The actor is spot-on, his young audience handles the one-on-one attention with aplomb, and you get the feel of sitting on the hillside waiting for the play to begin.
So tonight, we take our picnic and enjoy opening night of The Taming of the Shrew. I love this part of July!
Tomorrow is the day we set aside to honor and appreciate our mothers. Mothering is a tough job. I know because I raised two sons of my own. My experience gave me insight into how, in many ways, my own mother, like all of us, did the best she knew how, and certainly better than was done for her.
Mothers aren’t perfect. There’s no definitive handbook to explain how to do it. If I did it now, I’d do a much better job. I know a lot more after all these miles. But I suppose that’s why we do it while we’re young and we still know everything. 😉
For tonight’s serenade, I chose this song by Celine Dion. I know, it’s meant to be a romantic love song. But if you replace the ‘baby’s with Mamas, it works pretty well. On a side note, it was hard to find a proper video, because Celine Dion is freaking annoying. Either she’s making weird faces or there’s a creepy clown dancing in the background. But it’s kind of nice having the lyrics right here so I hope you enjoy it.
In other news, the Kentucky Derby is today. I employed my usual strategy for picking horses and came up with my winner. Mr. R. and I stopped off yesterday at the local dog track to place our wager on Suddenbreakingnews. I have alerted my job that if we win, I will not be reporting to work on Monday. And I will have lots of time to write plenty of blog posts. So, fingers crossed…