Friday, April 23, 2010

Monkeying around.

Brett and I are pleased to have passed our Beatlemania down to Ryan and Katie. When I saw that Me & My Monkey, the tribute band, would be playing nearby, I knew we were so there.

After school on Friday, we picked up our traditional picnic-in-the-park food (Popeye's) and found ourselves a good spot.

We explored the crafts area for a bit before settling in for some tunes. Many more people filled the parking lot by the time the band took the stage.

The guys don't look all that much like the Fab Four, but they sound SO much like them. It was uncanny! The "Paul" guy was a real sound-twin.


It was unbelievably pleasant that evening! We had been afraid we might get rained out.




At different times during the concert, people would get up to dance. One lady in particular was REALLY feeling it.
And to think, no alcohol was permitted at the site!


The encore, "Twist and Shout," really revved up the crowd. We were sad to see the concert end.


What a fun night! Now that we know how good these guys are, we'll be looking for our next opportunity to catch their show!

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

I think I'll go for a walk outside now...

The summer (well, SPRING) sun's callin' my name. I hear ya now.

Just can't stay inside all day. Gotta get out, get me some of those rays!

Everybody's smilin' (sunshine day). Everybody's laughin' (sunshine day).

Everybody seems so happy today.
It's a sunshine day!

Fearless.

ChaCha seems to end up on this particular ledge fairly often.

That would be great, but that ledge just happens to be
WAY UP HIGH.

I mean, WAY up high. Makes me crazy!

Sunday, April 11, 2010

Pano-kitty.


(Insert she's-so-big-it-takes-a-panoramic-frame-to-hold-her joke here.)

Saturday, April 10, 2010

Letter to an old friend.

Dear University of Texas campus,

I know it's been a while since I've visited you, but you know how it is: busy, busy, BUSY! At least work gave me the excuse to pay you a visit. Isn't it convenient that you host our state high school journalism convention?

It's nice to get to go "home," to walk your hallowed ground and spend some time learning once again inside your classrooms.

It made me more than a little wistful to see the stadium, some five months to go until football season. But hey, you and I both know this structure will ensure my return to you come September.

I love the way we can reminisce when I visit. In one building I saw this reminder of my former employer (the Clayton Foundation) and landlord (Dr. Bill Shive). It's nice to have that since the Experimental Science Building where I worked for so long was razed a few years ago. Do you miss the ESB as much as I do? That building held a lot of history and was one of my favorite bits of trivia: The ESB was as long as the Tower is tall. Cool. Anyway, I'm sure you smell a lot better now that the ESB is no more. Wow, did that place stink!

Your ol' biology pond has been cleaned up a bit since I walked the Forty Acres, but even when it was scruffier, I loved to check out the turtles.

And the Tower? It still looms large—in my memory and my pictures! A friend asked how many pictures I've taken of the Tower, and I'm certain that number's in the thousands by now. But really, it speaks to me, and I answer by pressing the shutter button.

Until next time, my dear campus,

XOXO,

See-Dub

Friday, April 09, 2010

Wednesday, April 07, 2010

I may be weird, but...

...I'm not the only one who takes pictures of my food!

Check out the story in today's New York Times, and you'll see that I'm not even close to that level of obsessive food-shooting!

For a little backgroud: Exhibit A is here, and Exhibit B is here. And then there are all the other random food pix scattered throughout various posts.


P.S. I know that this isn't much of a post after such a long absence, but it takes a lot of time (not to mention sore muscles, sweat and the urge to go postal at IKEA) to turn an Aggie room into a Longhorn one! Stay tuned...

Sunday, April 04, 2010

Hunting season.

Hunters need FOOD.

And there's no food like Nana's special feasts!

With full bellies, the hunters await the signal.

With their prey in sight, the hunters must bury their primal instincts and put on civil airs.

Then they're off!

These hunters must have keen eyesight.

Just watching the hunters at work is entertainment in itself.
SUCCESS! One hunter finds the prized prize egg. (The Christmas "camo" must've given him the edge.)

Meanwhile, the hunters' elders observe the activity from their safe perches:




At hunt's end, the eggcellent hunters assess their haul.

An Easter blessing.

Having the chance to worship God always blesses me, and getting to worship with my Heritage family is special. But being there on Easter Sunday was EXTRA special this year.

More than 1,500 souls came together to honor our Lord and celebrate his gift, our savior, and it was a Spirit-filled time of praise.

On a much less important note, we were glitch-free through two services in spite of the (literal) drama and multiple videos. Now we know how many A/V techs it takes to run an Easter service: all of us!

Still, with all three of us in the sound booth, I knew we were still down a man. As is the case whenever I'm in the booth, I really missed my friend. It's been 3 1/2 months since he ran "the board" for the last time, but I can feel his presence in that spot more than any other. Still.

During that Easter service, as I sat on the left side of the booth for a change, something caught my attention. At first I thought my eyes were fooling me, but it was there. In the sheet music files, one label didn't have room for the full song title, "Come, Now Is the Time to Worship." Instead, it says,
"Come Now Is The Tim"

Now THAT made me smile! And I just thought it was only in my imagination that I was seeing Tim in the booth! I still struggled to get through the day without letting my grief overwhelm me, but like I said on Facebook:

"This year more than ever, I need to celebrate Christ’s victory over death. Even though we struggle with our grief, mourning those who have passed from this life, we KNOW that death doesn’t win. Easter gives us a special day to shout to all the world: 'He lives, and so can we!' I thank God that our celebration doesn’t have to end when the bunnies and baskets get put away."

Thank you, Father, for Jesus. Thank you for life after death. And thank you for the life of Tim Head.

A-tiskit, a-tasket...

No green and yellow here, but ol' E.B. managed to find our new house to deliver Easter baskets!

Brett's

Katie's

Ryan's

Sorry, ChaCha and Frisco! Maybe next year.

Nothing like Easter candy for breakfast before church!

Saturday, April 03, 2010

Easter Eve.

Different house, same tradition. Memaw came over for our annual Easter egg dye-a-thon.





Even though we lost our Good Friday day off when schools closed on Jan. 7, this weekend still had a "holiday feel." The flowers Brett gave me to celebrate didn't hurt!