After having put 18,000 miles on the Fiesta, it was only logical that the girls and I stop in Detroit, MI before heading back to D.C. I can't say enough positive things about Ford - their hospitality during our visit was incredible. Another video is to come, but for now, enjoy this little snippet of our happy hour with Sam DeLaGarza and Scott Monty.
Amidst all my high school memories, nothing can compete with my experience in W-L's Marching Band. There were the Friday night football games, the competitions, the concerts. Puppy love with our Freshman year Drum Major, endless private lessons, lifelong friendships. Band consisted not solely of a music class but a lesson in life. Mr. Robinson taught, and still teaches, students to work hard, to achieve the seemingly impossible, to believe in themselves. To be early was to be on time, to stay late was to leave early, to pour one's heart and soul into a performance was to pass. Socks were to be black, not navy blue, not gray. Horns were to the press box. Excuses wouldn't fly.
I'll never forget Mr. Robinson's unpredictable humor, the endless hours he worked, or that "you can do better" tough-love glance. He was the only teacher to ever truly put me in my place, call me out when I was faltering, challenge me to prove him wrong. At times my friends and I complained or rebelled, but in the end, he always had our best interest at heart.
One 3 minute YouTube video can hardly do justice to this band or its director. But I'm happy to have had the opportunity to support the W-L Marching Generals through the generosity of Ford Motor Co., and wish them all the best for the season ahead.
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?
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.