Tuesday, May 29, 2012

open mic night

Yoda loves to be funny, loves to be the life of the party.  She reminds me so much of Punk at this age - anything for a laugh.  But she's shy like Kooka was, slow to warm up, so I was pretty surprised when she took to the microphone like this, for her stand up comedy routine:


Thursday, May 3, 2012

over the top

Practicing in the studio is almost as much fun as practicing outside. This is what Kooka's singing class, Over The Top does every Thursday:

And this is what we did today.  I love teaching this class . . . 



Wednesday, May 2, 2012

turk

Road trip time is fast approaching, and for the first time since we've been a family, one of us is staying behind.

Turk, our beloved 2007 Dodge Caravan won't be coming with us. We sold him, to a lovely older couple who live right in town, and considered a 120,000 mile van "practically new".  I know he's in a good home, with many more trips planned - but, still, it's hard to say goodbye.

 The new blue van is nice. The doors open automatically, it doesn't smell like old french fries yet, there are two places to charge a cell phone - but new blue hasn't earned his keep yet. He's never carried my newborn baby home from the hospital. He wasn't here when Rico and the big kids and I took our very first road trip together - and our second, third, fourth, fifth.   Turk is the one who carried us to our wedding. He single-handedly moved our entire house - even the sectional couch. He carried everything when we built our new basement. When Rico traded his convertible for a mini-van, let the kids name it, and drove it across the country just to see where I grew up, I knew he was staying for good.

Turk has so many of my favorite memories.

I am probably the only person in the world who is depressed about the fact that my husband bought a brand new car. Goodbye Turk - I miss you already.