****ETA**** It occurs to me that I did not update you on The Playdate and that right there is evidence for the Once I Write About It On The Blog The Angst Practically Stops. Sorry Twitter-askers! Okay! So! I got completely lost driving to the house, but once I found it, we all trooped into A Preschool Boy's Personal Heaven, aka The Playdate Playroom. Holy gazillion toys, Batman. The kids dorked around for a little bit, not really interacting, while the mom and I caught up. Then I realized that the boys were NEVER going to play together if Molly was still there - Jack and Molly are inseparable, and the playdate and his brother were also awkward - so after about 10 or 15 minutes I said I'd take Molly out of the equation and the mom told me to come back at noon. In other words, it went PERFECTLY. And the friend is coming to our house next week. Jack was totally fine with me leaving him, I was totally fine leaving him, and when we picked him up he was outside having a blast. I KNEW it would be fine and things would get sorted out, but you know how I like to be PREPARED. Right? Okay. WHEW.
1. Ten years out of college and I STILL love the Indigo Girls. I don't care what you say. I found the brown CD from the 1200 Curfews album (THE BEST ONE) this afternoon and put it on in the kitchen while I made dinner. Dare I say I felt 20 again? The kids didn't hate it AND it inspired me to dig my guitar out of the garage. WATCH OUT, NEIGHBORS! Me and my classical guitar are about to pick out some swoony riffs on the deck. If it ever turns into summer, that is. You're safe for now.
2. Denene Miller contributes to the Parenting Post with me, but SHE writes about things that you might call 'important'. Her latest post is called Race Matters and you guys, I have Strong Opinions about this. You can check out my brief comment, but basically my opinion boils down to: it does matter, even if you don't want to think about it, even if you were brought up to believe that the proper thing to do is pretend it doesn't. AHEM. I don't get soapboxy too often (at least, I don't think I do?!) but I feel the soapboxiness coming on which means, ONTO THE NEXT LINK.
3. Have you heard of Prince Alexander Leopold Hohenlohe-Waldenburg-Schillingsfurst? ME EITHER. Read about 1800s Washington DC, a miracle, faith healing and anti-Catholicism in this TNR book review. (I LOVE BOOK REVIEWS.)
4. This history/profile of Trinity College was super interesting. It doesn't SOUND interesting, but it is! Or maybe I just I have a thing for feisty, progressive nuns.
5. This is the article that my friend was telling me about that inspired my Parenting piece on giving your kids choices last week. (Was that last week?) I liked it. I like how the author cops to doing the same things I do. I prefer my parenting article writers to be nice and honest about their cluelessnesses.
6. This was kind of funny in a actually-it's-not-really-that-funny kind of way: 5 Bizarre Ways North Korea Deals With Athletic Failure. It reminds me of when Phillip and I went to China in 2004 and we REALLY wanted to watch the Olympics, but the only Olympic events on television were Chinese events and only those Chinese events in which the Chinese team won. And then they only showed the winning parts.
7. And this is my most recent "pin" on Pinterest:
It's from the Sundance catalog. So swoony. I was so not into jewelry when I got engaged and I didn't care about engagement rings, well, until EVERYONE demanded to see my ring and I didn't have one and I started to feel The Spirit Of Lack... Phillip reset his mother's engagement diamond in a simple band, and I love it, but I mostly wear the anniversary band he gave me on the occasion of Year Three. And now I think back to my Engagement Ring Angst and laugh, sort of, because even if I'd picked out the perfect ring then, it wouldn't be the perfect ring now, and what if I want to be one of those people who wears lots of different rings on that finger? LIKE THIS ONE? Does that make me completely unsentimental? Which weirds me out a little because I'm a VERY sentimental person?
P.S. You can get engaged without an engagement ring. IT'S TRUE.
P.P.S. I would also wear this one:
P.P.P.S. Okay so maybe I am into jewelry NOW. WHATEVS.