Homecoming is this Saturday. Daughter has decided to go with friends. Cute dress should arrive tomorrow. See previous post about how different this ritual is now than when I was in high school and for embarrassing picture of me, my date, and his eyebrows.
When I was in school you didn’t go to dances with a group of friends rather than a date and that’s a shame. It would’ve been so fun and a hell of a lot less pressure.
Speaking of pressure, I have foolishly waited until the week before the deadline to get a physical for my health insurance coverage. Yes, yes, I read the emails and heard the announcements months ago. Hey, I work in news, I’m deadline oriented.
It’s close to impossible to get an appointment for a physical on such short notice so I’m going to walk into an urgent care place tomorrow and get it done.
Never underestimate an urgent care clinic. I stopped in one last spring with a ‘funny feeling’ arm and was sent right to the ER with a blood clot. I called the clinic doc a few weeks later and thanked him. Said it was the first call of thanks he’d ever gotten.
The power of thank you. I remember a few years ago, Deborah Norville was in town promoting her book about the power of saying thanks. She’s onto something. I feel we don’t do it enough. We all want to feel appreciated.
Was reading a post from a blogger I like and she shared the 6 words she thinks we should all say to our children. “I love to watch you play.” I like it. So often, when our children show us something we will critique or say you’re doing a good job when hearing “I love seeing you do that” seems to have a much sweeter effect. Works on adults too I would imagine. Who wouldn’t like to hear that someone loves watching you sing, cook, dance, play an instrument, laugh.. You get the idea.
As an adult, do you know the body parts that give away your age the most? Excluding the face here. It’s your hands, neck/chest and earlobes! Obviously your hands and neck/chest area see a lot of sun in your lifetime so I’m sure that is a factor. I guess those lobes just get dragged down by big earrings and gravity too! My grandmother hates her hands, says they’re too bony and veiny. My mother has the same hands, just a few decades younger, and me too. I’ll never forget my daughter saying “You have Nana’s hands.” She’s right. And she’ll have them too when the baby fat burns off.
She’s not a baby anymore, though. Wanted to wear a strapless dress to Homecoming. Dad and I nixed it. Not yet.
Plus, I told her she’ll be tugging at that thing all night while dancing.
I always wonder that when stars wear elaborate or stapless gowns on the red carpet. How much did they mess with it all night? If I mess with an outfit on set, it’s out of the rotation. Can’t be worrying about my clothes during the newscast.
Loved seeing Jeff Daniels win his first Emmy Sunday for “The Newsroom.” If you follow me here you know I’m a fan of the show and its second season did not disappoint. Although I will admit the season ender almost felt like a series ender. As if writer Aaron Sorkin wasn’t sure it would be picked up for a third season. I trust he’ll find a way to write his way out of most of it when that season starts NEXT YEAR! Why must they make us wait so long?
I worked Sunday because the Emmys mean a large audience for CBS and the bosses like me there for large audiences. And I do too. Thank you kindly, sirs.
But this Sunday will be spent at home with a much smaller audience, listening to our girl describe her first Homecoming and telling her in so many words, “I love to see you happy.”