how to win a talent show.

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you know we all watched fresh prince of bel air back in the day because it was...awesome.

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so when i stumbled upon this gem the other day, it was to good NOT to share.  and lucky me, today's prompt twas such. jenni must have known i needed a catch up day.  thanks girl, appreciate it.

now try and walk away from that and NOT rap fresh prince all day.
you can thank me when you WIN the talent show at your memorial day party.

a braves kinda day.

at the sake of being a day two weeks late and a whole lot of dollars short, i am here to tell you that on memorial day, brad and i went to atlanta to see a braves game.  i had three oozing blisters on the bottom of both feet and could not stop sneezing.  it was basically limp...achoo...limp...achoo...i was pitiful.  then the game started and we were able to sit and that was great on the blisters and all, and such a relief to be in the 101 degree hot sun.  

while we were there, brad told me he could name all of the team members of the 1992 team...so let's hear it, dude.  batter, batter, swing...  he got a B+, not quite the ACE he was looking for, but i pride myself in being a strict teacher, and there was question of possible cheating.  we won't go into that here, though.  that's another day, another blog.

this day, being memorial day, they honored all the service men and women who have fought and are fighting for our country, and a few of the brave men and women even took to the field before the game started.

we interrupt this blog for...this tshirt. that light blue one right there.  it say, "even chuck norris wanted to be in the beta club."  every where we go, when i get home unknowing to me, the camera just finds cool, funny, off beat tshirts and takes their pictures.  so, i present to you my favorite of that day...

 back to our regularly scheduled blog.  you can thank me later.

as i was wiping the sweat from my brow, pits, behind the knees, legs...you get the point.  i looked way, way, way up...almost to heaven and saw all the men and women that the braves had chosen to honor that day in...well...almost heaven.  they had the worst seats in the house and i was floored that this is where they would choose to seat these individuals.

really, i was taken aback.  it was their day and they were in the nose bleeds...

the nose bleeds that were completely shaded.  see how calm and collected they were?  i was fanning like my life depended on it, just daring the person beside me to accidently come in contact with my wet skin, and there they were in the best seats in the house...with shade.  lucky them.  the braves know what they are doing after all.

not me.

shocker.

happy memorial day y'all.

it was two years ago, and it was memorial day.

as we were driving around the outskirts of los angeles, we happened upon a cemetery and that day there were hundreds of people gathered with american flags and with faces drawn.  they were celebrating the ones lost, maybe even their own, lost and celebrating their life and the sacrifices made.

i have seen such a site in tennessee before and on memorial day, but something about being in the land of the rich and famous and looking out my window in the god awful pearlized pt cruiser that had been our chosen for us rental for the week, and in the midst of all the wealth and plastic people - in the midst of beverly hills and celebritidum - it was so...normal.

it was a moment that lasted for two minutes maybe as an observer, but a moment that i have thought about often since then, and especially on this day.

it could have been because my driver and companion for the trip was mr. bwad and i had only met him two months prior and i was already head over hills - even though we were just friends - and everything with him seemed just a little more awesome and real.  i was experiencing an encompassing love for the first time even though we had only just met and were becoming the best of friends.

so everything on that first trip to los angeles that we took together, was a memory that is engraved in my mind.

but driving by that cemetery that day, i was reminded of the realness of life, those passed and those still full of life, yet remembering.

happy memorial day everyone.  may your monday be filled with friends and a whole heap of happiness.