A mother’s imagination is a pretty remarkable thing. My theory is that mothers are granted with endless imaginations when their children hit 2 years old. Otherwise, kids would never get any sleep.
When I look back on the stories of my childhood, Mr. Mouse trumps them all. Mom’s Mr. Mouse stories, told right when she would tuck me in, were as essential as a glass of water or brushing my teeth. I don’t remember all the details now... but Mr. Mouse lived in a house. And he was one cool cat. Or, mouse.
Or person? The truth is, we never really knew if Mr. Mouse was rodent or human. I suppose his adventures could have been enjoyed by either species. But in the end, it never really mattered.
Anyway, Mom decided to join me this past week in Santa Fe, NM. While shopping in a little boutique, we fell upon this character. I’ve always been a sucker for stuffed animals, but as I’ve grown older, I’ve learned to resist spontaneous purchases - especially as my insanely large Beanie Baby collection has been sitting in the family basement for years.
But there he was. The cutest mouse you’ve ever seen. Sitting on a shelf, begging for someone to take him home.
And so we did. I’ve named him, of course, Mr. Mouse.
Perhaps it’s unhealthy for a 23 yr. old to consider a stuffed mouse her co-pilot. But I don’t care. He’s officially my cross-country travel buddy. I’ve carried him into restaurants and shopping malls, holding him just as an acquiescent man holds a girlfriend’s purse - out of seeming obligation, but with hidden enjoyment.
During our last night in Santa Fe, the hostess taking our dinner reservation asked me if we would require a high chair.
When you don't know what to say, leave it to a good friend to write it for you. Me:so get this, tonight i'm going to speak with my friend from GA that I haven't seen in 16 years. she texted me today!and was like "is this alicia?" so i guess her neighbor gave her my Fiesta card
me: yeah.... i don't really know what to say. how do you sum up 16 years!?
Erin: met some boys, got blonder, spent time in france, graduated from georgetown, internet popstar?
"Our past was here, but our future was somewhere else, and we knew sooner or later, we had to go. Growing up happens in a heartbeat. One day you're in diapers, the next day you're gone. But the memories stay with you for the long haul. And the thing is, after all these years, I still look back, with wonder..."
Fabulous Graduation speech delivered by Jackie Bello at Princeton University. We went to camp together back in the day... quite touching to watch this now! She always was the over-achiever, in the best way possible. Well done, Jackie. (And there's nothing wrong with graduating one year late!) :)
Is it just me, or has Country Music gotten sexier lately? Driving through the Bible Belt, I first fell upon the likes of Jason Aldean with his Big Green Tractor. Tongue-and-cheek and a little hokie, but certainly one notch up from the classic "She Thinks My Tractor's Sexy"...
And then there's this one. Just when I'd almost grown tired of country music (yes, really). My iPod had run out of battery, and it seemed Taylor Swift's "Lovestory" was on repeat for the 10,000th time. I was on a long stretch of highway from Alabama to Mississippi, skimming radio stations, switching between God Talk and Conservative Radio.
Until the DJ came back to life and aired Whitney Duncan. This song is rhythmic, soulful, down-to-earth, simple, classy. Everything a country song should be. Like funnel cake at the Football game on a crisp fall Friday, like snowflakes that fall on your nose and eyelashes, like, well... skinny dippin' in the Mississippi.
Definitely my new summer theme song. You can also follow Whitney on Twitter - www.twitter.com/whitneyduncan
A scene straight out of Sweet Home Alabama. I hadn't been back in years. When my afternoon appointments were canceled in Atlanta, I re-set my GPS and hit the road, in a business dress and heels, on a full tank of gas and unanswered questions. It's where I first fell in love with Billy Ray Cyrus, where I played in the yard with my Australian Cattle Dog named Lucky and rode bareback down dirt roads.