Sunday, June 27, 2010
Graduation !
Some pictures of Brandon graduating from Grade 7......along with pictures of "girlfriend" who happens to be a twin. Oddly enough, Sabrina (my daughter) is dating a boy who is also a twin ! and me being a twin, well.....
Friday, May 14, 2010
Hairy Arm Pits
Because of Facebook, I have linked up to many kids from high school and they have linked to me, and so forth and so forth until we've become a reunion of satellite debris, having decades of life experiences now reenacted in keyboard chat.
John asks: "You don't remember Miss Louie, really, how could you forget? Grade 9 Science teacher, how we laughed because of her hairy armpits, and I sat in the desk in front of you, don't you remember that, how we laughed at Miss Louie?"
I don't remember any of that. I don't even remember Grade 9. But the worst part is that I don't even remember being friends with John. I mean, it's not like we hung out or anything. Fact is, my memories of high school, even with kids I've known since elementary school, are blurry. Oddly enough, I remember names and can even see their youthful reflections buried deep within leathered skin and swollen bodies.
We are all rats, and we are all turning 50.
I remember the years through the music and only a few kids in high school liked Patti Smith, but I remember me and close pals thinking she was the hottest, coolest chick around and how cool it would be to be just like her.
Like New York and CBGB's.
John asks: "You don't remember Miss Louie, really, how could you forget? Grade 9 Science teacher, how we laughed because of her hairy armpits, and I sat in the desk in front of you, don't you remember that, how we laughed at Miss Louie?"
I don't remember any of that. I don't even remember Grade 9. But the worst part is that I don't even remember being friends with John. I mean, it's not like we hung out or anything. Fact is, my memories of high school, even with kids I've known since elementary school, are blurry. Oddly enough, I remember names and can even see their youthful reflections buried deep within leathered skin and swollen bodies.
We are all rats, and we are all turning 50.
I remember the years through the music and only a few kids in high school liked Patti Smith, but I remember me and close pals thinking she was the hottest, coolest chick around and how cool it would be to be just like her.
Like New York and CBGB's.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
2010 Winter Olympics
My kids were lucky enough to hold the torch before it continued on it's final leg to Vancouver.....
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