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But it still feels so nice to be here for the time being.
What’s your favorite summer activity so far?
DSC01428, originally uploaded by kathieshoop.
But it still feels so nice to be here for the time being.
What’s your favorite summer activity so far?
All the Olympians are amazing. Of course I’m partial to Americans, but boy all of them make me dizzy with awe. Nastia is awesome, Shawn is spectacular, Michael is other-worldly, Natalie, Dara and well…ALL of them are stunning athletes. They make my nights happy.
How about you? Are you catching any of it?
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I actually have two articles in this issue…here’s one of them..the editor’s choice no less. Not to brag or anything…really, but who will tell you if I don’t???? Thanks for caring.
Well, not HERE, but on my tv, they are.
That’s right, no amount of commerical interference can deter my love of the games. I can’t help it. My parents must have infused this nutty interest in the Olympics in me an now I’m passing it onto the kids.
I can’t stop myself from making them watch…how can you NOT watch Michael Phelps and company squeak out the greatest swimming relay win EVER?
Yes, me. The early-to-bedder with kids who I sausage under the covers at first chance allows her kids to stay up to all hours. Yes, my daughter was crafting a floor exercise by the bed while Shawn Johnson performed hers and I resisted the urge to say "Get in bed right now, lay still go to sleep…because I couldn’t stop the feeling of "Oh, yes, do your routine Bethy, create something great, fall in love with gymnastics, go ahead, there’s nothing like your first side aerial." (Meanwhile Jake takes advantage of this late night by playing STAR WARS which is not yet an Olympic event–though he gets high marks for passion).
Really, I let them stay up so they can understand that making your dreams come true can be so much bigger than American Idol.
Now, don’t start worrying that I tie my children into training schedules so to create the chance they someday become MIchael Phelps or Dara Torres. It’s not that. It’s the understanding that the world is so much bigger than us in little old Oakmont and that no matter what they love to do, they CAN be the greatest at it.
Well, if they want to be. I realize not everyone cares to be, is inspired by great atheletes or great whatevers, but I am, I"ll tell you, I could watch the greastest electrician in the world and somehow be inspired.
A lot of good it’s done me, I know, I know.
But, I can say I’m happy partly because I always have something I’m in love with that I’m doing and trying to be the best ever at. Crazy, I know. But I was a girl who ordered her parents to send her to Oregon when I was six. SIX! I wanted to be Nadia and I knew the best gym in the country was in Oregon, where my mother’s family lived. Sounded reasonable to me. No, they wouldn’t bite.
Then I grew to be average size and my love of swimming took over my love of body bending, flilpping gymnastics and I begged my parents to send me to MIsson Veijo (spelled wrong) to train. No, was their answer, they sent me to Pitt Aquatic Club at University of Pittsburgh, instead…not that I’m complaining.
Anyway…there’s nothing like the Olympics and I have to say, there’s nothing like watching them with someone else. My husband will be gone most of August so it looks like the kids are on deck…someone has to be.
Whew! So there it is…how about you, are you with me or gagging?
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So, how do you know when the dead heat of summer is upon you? For Pittsburghers a sure sign is that no one is wearing shoes or socks. Well, don’t let me get too crazy with that statement–Nobody wears shoes or socks in houses, on porches (just their own, really) and sandals for both sexes are bared and put into action.
Not a big deal for you hot-stated people I know. But here where sunshine only rains down for a few months, feet are nearly always covered.
In college I went to visit my roommate in California and upon arriving, I was stunned to find that not only was everyone shoeless, but they went shoeless EVERYWHERE. To work, to play, and even into the grocery store. That was downright repulsive for me to see.
At first.
But slowly, over the month I was there, tooling around, sliding up and down the coast in an old black Nova, sans air-conditioning, wearing big hats, blaring Fine Young Canibals and Steve Miller Band, getting lost in questionable sections of fancy towns, sleeping on the beach, swimming with sharks, "bathing," in the ocean and restrooms, living on a gas card (way before there was a grocery store standing behind every set of pumps), I began to forgo my shoes nearly always.
I shudder to think that I even entered grocery stores shoeless. And we ate yogurt covered pretzels out of the bulk bin. We did buy them, too, but still, to think back. Where were my manners? Well, we were shoeless, I guess our manners went with the leather.
And once back in Pittsburgh, my shoeless exploits lasted exactly three days. It just didn’t feel right to get out of a car without even the teeniest flip-flops. Standing in a store that sold greasy perogies just didn’t have the same feel as standing, shoeless, in one that sold crab-legs and salmon.
And while, for a bit of time, I managed to keep hold of the feeling of freedom and inspiration I’d gained while in Cali, the shoes were the first to go, the first sign that a shoeless moment in time was just that–a moment.
But, if I try really hard, actually, when I don’t try, when I just sit there for a moment, remembering, that summer comes flying back to me, making me smile, making me remove my shoes. Just not for too long. Let’s not get nuts.
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Nothing like a family party to bring out the hairstylin’ geniuses.
Pretty well done for a couple of kids and a woman who hasn’t braided hair in 20 years.
Not that it really requires a genius, but I happen to know certain adults who can’t braid at all.
Why is this important, worthy of blogging about?
It isn’t of course, but I love the picture so, here it is.
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Hello fellow bloggers,
Here’s some nutrition to tide you over until I’m back to better blogging shape!!!
Aren’t summer veggies grown by neighborhood farmers the best?
I think so too.
What are you eating this summer?
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No Pittsburgh childhood is complete without trips to the number one traditional amusement park in the country.
The park is pretty though some complain it’s too dirty. Of course it’s dirty, thousands of people traipse through it each day, littering, stomping, dripping with all sorts of debris. And there’s still an active steel mill across the river from it.
Please, I think we all know what the mills contribute to anything within its smoky grasp.
I guess I have low standards, but I love the place and I like it gritty, thank you very much.
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Well, here’s the real knee shot you’ve all been waiting for.
Brought to you via my in-law’s porch swing.
It’s the single greatest summer spot (except for the beach of course) where somehow the choking humidity doesn’t exist and a cool breeze runs through otherwise, perfectly still air. A miracle of sorts.
Anyway, here’s hoping your summer day is not humidity filled.
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HA! See how far I’ve come since the last photo? My supple knees and slender calves???? And seriously, I didn’t change anything at all. I can’t exactly say how I came to wear this skin. But I can truthfully admit that I definately didn’t diet, no siree!!!
Really, of course this ISN’T me. Sillies, you’re all so gullible.
This pretty set of knees comes straight from the Pittsburgh Ballet Theater where my daughter Beth takes classes and let me say, though these are not my knees, I used to have the same exact ones.
So, I’m still 12 pounds less. I suppose standing still is better than falling back…
Hope you all had terrific weekends!