One of the highlights of Braden’s birthday yesterday was our visit to iFly Austin – an indoor skydiving experience. I was pretty sure Braden would really dig the ability to float on air in a wind tunnel, and, well… I think I was right. Here’s a photo we got from the built-in camera at iFly.
Seriously, if there’s one of these places near you, I 100% recommend you go. Take your kids, your friends, yourself. The entire staff was awesome – friendly, helpful, good natured, and highly skilled. Seriously, they put on a great show at the end of each class – the instructors/trainers did some crazy mind-blowing stunts inside that tunnel. It’s amazing to watch.
Thanks so much to Josh, Braden’s instructor. He was wonderful with Braden, and kind enough to offer to take this photo of all us together with my camera before Braden’s flight.
Facebook is showing us our “Year in Review” today. You can click the image above to view mine – see friends I added, things I “Liked” and various photos I’ve been tagged in. (There’s a photo of Trey Ratcliff in it so I count that as a win.) Maybe they thought they had to go ahead and get it out there today, considering the world will cease to exist tomorrow. So live it up. Go check out your year in review while you still have time, people. But be warned, you’ll have to provide your own appropriate theme music. I think I’ll go look at mine again and queue up this one.
Because his giggling is infectious and you all deserve to have some of it.
It is as if he was trying to headbang, tell you jokes, laugh, and give a speech all at the same time. Gotta love a toddler. Especially one with dried baked bean sauce around his mouth. Classy!
And I promise he wasn’t on any drugs, and I had not given him any candy or caffeine of any sort. That’s just “Everyday Braden.” 😉
And, oops, I turned the camera off right before he was going to tell you to leave your comment on this post so you can win $50 of merchandise!
They have now returned me to my regularly scheduled Internet Addiction program by replacing the power source in my Dell. I picked up the computer containing its nice, new power supply on Tuesday night.
Sorry I waited so long to let you guys know… I’ve been cuddling and snuggling with it privately for a day or so now. Making sure it knows how much I love it. (Even while I secretly forge plans to purchase a Mac Laptop behind its back. Shhhhh.)
By the way – Super Kudos to my own husband for making that exact diagnosis over the phone the day the failure first occurred when I called him to freak out about it. More Super Kudos to those of you who also correctly diagnosed the actual problem – Lisa, Michell’s husband, Lou, Sarah, Yam, Stephanie, Becky, Momma Mary, and beautifulmess . You are all computer geniuses. Someone should pay you! But not me. I’m saving all my $$ for Asian Porn. Sorry.
The Awesome Tech Nerd who helped me with my compie even made friendly jokes about the rather shrill, seemingly endless screaming that was emanating from the area of a certain stroller directly to my right while he was wrapping things up and getting the bill of sale in order for me.
Seriously. He made happy, silly, sweet jokes to Braden instead of clapping his hands over his ears and running away while the blood poured through his fingers and he cried out, “I just can’t take it anymore, God, Please give me the sweet release of DEATH!!!”
Oh, wait, that’s just what I always end up wanting to do. *nervous laugh*
Anyway, he was a really nice Tech Nerd who has kids and grandkids, so he gets both computers and parenting issues. See? Super Hot, Sexy and Awesome. He’s the one who ran to help me through the door yesterday when he saw me struggling with a stroller in one hand and a computer under the other arm. And he didn’t even let me think about trying to get everything to the car by myself. He took the computer and carried it out for me, placing it inside the vehicle. Then he said goodbye to Braden, giving him a kind little rub on the back while Braden screamed, “BYE-BYE! BYE-BYE!!! BYE.BYE.BYE.BYE.BYE BYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEE!!!!”
Of course, it wasn’t free. I thought about offering to touch his no-no spot, and all, like I said before, but it really seemed inappropriate. Braden was there, after all. So I paid money. It hurt, but like they say, it hurt so, so good.
By the way, I really do get the Ultimate Assholes of the Universe Award –
– because you know what? You know how several of you advised me to buy an external hard-drive to back up all my documents in the future, etc. HAHAHAHA. Yeah. We already have one. It’s huge, too. And we’ve had it for MONTHS. Had I taken the time to move ONE THING to it yet?
NO! BIG FAT, STINKY NO! (Yah, I suck all the balls.)
Guess what I will be doing pronto?
All in all, I’m really glad to be up and running again on a computer that’s not farting at me or handing out rude taunts.
I’m the only one around this household who’s allowed to terrorize others by those methods, thank you very much.
It’s something like 6AM in the morning and I’m in my car, driving home. The windows are down, and the breeze pushes long strands of hair past my face now and again. There’s music on the radio, and some part of my consciousness acknowledges that, but the dominant sound in my mind is a soft rushing, maybe like the sound of moving water. It’s comforting, and at the same time the edges of it pulse excitement. I’m somehow disconnected from my surroundings, and at the same time, I am recording them in some part of my brain, a running log of experience and environment. The sun is warm through the window even though the air is crisp. The still, green grass flies by on either side of the hard, black asphalt. It is September, 1994. At the end of next month, I will be 18.
I am way more relaxed than I should be. I have no idea exactly what awaits me at my destination, but I know it’s not going to be very far on this side of good. I did things last night that I probably should not have, and still, I feel the quiet stillness of being that comes with justification. I’m not worried. Some part of my mind thinks I should be, but I ignore it. The rest of my consciousness rests on high ground. Or perhaps, it just sits wrapped in happiness.
I’m hungry. My physical body is nagging me to stop daydreaming and disconnecting myself from reality. I turn off to a fast food joint and order a special love of mine: hash browns. In your youth, you can drop these down your throat in multitudes without paying the price. Like a blessing, I know this, and I take advantage of it, one of many small pieces of pleasure that is often wasted on the young of form. I dawdle with my ketchup packets and my orange juice before driving onward. I’m not in a hurry, obviously.
At the same time, I am eager. Eager to make the confrontation… if that is what it must be. I am right in my mind, and even if I can’t persuade them of that, I don’t care. Here, in a rare moment, I don’t need to be right for anyone else. I’m on the verge of something I’ve never felt before, and it’s spilling over into the rest of my character with no stoppage. The flood gates have opened, and this warm thing is coming through them, this demanding feeling. It is new to me. He is new to me.
I have no idea what the future will hold, but I know that I’m already obsessed, wrapped deeply in a web that I don’t want to be released from. I’m already yards beyond the present emotionally, though in coming months, I will hold onto passing moments so fiercely that I almost seem to be demanding that time stop.
It will never be quite like this again. It will never again be this new, amazing, almost incomprehensible blossoming of hope and joy, excitement and rapture, obsession and passion, mixing and swirling with such force that it almost brings me to my knees. I will never be crushed to my core so pleasantly again. This is the part I’m not aware of at the time, what I cannot appreciate in that moment – this fleeting dimension of the first time one falls in love.
While I savor the fried potatoes in my mouth as I drive too quickly towards my angry parents, I allow the beauty of youth’s first love to wash over me and away, not holding onto it long enough.
Is it even possible to hold onto it long enough?