I'm going to take one more walk down memory lane (I've been scanning in old photo albums), but trust me, this one is worth reading.
My freshman year in college, the Olympic torch was coming through the city where I lived. My roommates and I, along with most of the city, lined up on the street, bundled up in the cold, with our cameras. We waited and waited. The torch was over an hour behind schedule, apparently. Finally, we saw throngs of people rushing up and snapping pictures. We were excited, and ran up and started snapping.
After it had passed, I sat there a little disappointed. It wasn't what I expected the Olympic torch to be like. It seemed a little unprofessional and the torch was small (and looked like aluminum foil). Oh well.
We were getting ready to head inside, when a bigger commotion happened. People again were rushing up to snap pictures. There was another torch. This one was preceded and followed by police cars and fire engines. Their outfits were definitely more Olympic-like (the first guys were wearing long-johns), and the torch was big and beautiful.
The thought of what happened has kept me laughing, over the years, every time I think of it. How fun would it have been to be the first guys, running 5 minutes ahead of the real torch, knowing everyone is totally expecting to see a torch anytime soon so they just assume you're the real thing and take pictures of you as you run up the street smiling and laughing. Who's idea was that? And why wasn't it on the news?
Genius.
After it had passed, I sat there a little disappointed. It wasn't what I expected the Olympic torch to be like. It seemed a little unprofessional and the torch was small (and looked like aluminum foil). Oh well.
The thought of what happened has kept me laughing, over the years, every time I think of it. How fun would it have been to be the first guys, running 5 minutes ahead of the real torch, knowing everyone is totally expecting to see a torch anytime soon so they just assume you're the real thing and take pictures of you as you run up the street smiling and laughing. Who's idea was that? And why wasn't it on the news?
Here's Dana pretending to play with her toys. I say pretending, because neither she nor Levi actually play with toys unless I am sitting there doing it with them. Okay, she really was playing with toys when I took this picture, but every parent knows what I'm talking about, right? My kids aren't the only ones who would rather hang onto their mom's legs than play with a room full of toys. This is normal, right? (Fishing for reassurance here).
I'm convinced that people like to eat what they have been given since they were young. Most kids like bland foods. Well, Dana loves hummus. The raw garlic and lemon juice really give it a zip, but it's not too strong for her tastebuds. She loves it. I've tried a few hummus recipes, and I like this one best (I half the cumin, coriander, lemon juice, and omit the olive oil).
The coat I bought her from the thrift store.