This weekend we saw the Smashing Pumpkins at the Aragon. It was amazing. I felt like I was witnessing something important. They rocked so hard and the lights were so intense, I felt like my chest ripped open like a black hole and it all swirled in. The last half hour or so, his brother (who is disabled) came on stage and played the timpani drums and tambourine. They were so at home on stage, Billy walking around and laughing. It was great. They are not rocking hard here, but this is from that show and one of my favorite songs in high school.
I took the girls rock climbing this week but forgot my camera.
We spent Sunday afternoon, the five of us, making paper snowflakes, getting a little competitive.
The girls, especially Charlotte, have been making little puppets from craft sticks and construction paper. I had no hand in this. In fact, I read a book this week during school hours. Totally slacked. Honeymoon with my Brother.
They did math and grammar worksheets today. And played on the computer too long. We made gingerbread men and elf paper doll chains.
This week I quit the gym and then rejoined it at Chris' urging. For my sanity, not my hot body.
I am done with pink hair. I can never last more than two weeks. I think I've done a version of pink five times this fall. For the first time in six years. I'm not sure what that's about. I don't want to get caught up in perfecting myself in a media sexy way. Pink reminds me to keep my sense of humor and youth. My hair is fried. I only care about world travel right now and can't be bothered with hair maintenance. This is why I shaved my head in college. I just didn't want to deal with it. I was thinking that's what doing drugs is like: you have problems so you try to escape them - it's like not wanting bangs anymore so you cut them off at the scalp. It only delays your happy results.
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