May 2008
Looking Back... May 2008
17 May 2008 - 1:57pm
Hip to be square
Any old timers out there remember that Huey Lewis tune? It was out a few years (*cough* 22 *cough*) ago.
Back then I worked at a magazine publishing company. As editor of Pizza Today, I often trekked back and forth to the art department where the crazy art directors worked. Their radio was cranked up to a pretty high volume and I had to nearly shout to banter with them.
For a stretch back in 1986, Hip to Be Square was high up on the charts, so it was played quite often. And somehow, every time I walked in the art department, it was blasting.
"I hate this song," I'd announce in a prissy voice.
The hippie-freak art guys would crack up. Every time. Somehow, we connected through that song.
I thought of those guys and that song when I read this blog post from a "formerly cool" mom who visited the park yesterday.
16 May 2008 - 3:44pm
A "coach" no more
Remember this phone call?
Well, she just called back.
Using a whole new pronunciation guide.
"Hello, are you an administrative assistant for Wah Kotch?"
Excuse me, who?
"Wah Kotch."
(Will's initials are W.A. Just like his dad. Just like his son. W.A. without the periods is "Wah," I guess. Rhymes with ahhh.)
When I told her we'd received a call from their magazine a few months prior, she denied it, "Oh, no. We only call once a year." She told me that several times.
Rhymes with numb.
14 May 2008 - 11:54am
Look at those pretty smiles
14 May 2008 - 10:41am
Say ahhhhhhhhhh....
Somehow I didn't expect to be able to see Monkey Boy's uvula (you know, that hangy-down thing in the back of your mouth) ...
... but it looks like he already had his tonsils out.
13 May 2008 - 3:06pm
"Sweet Mother of Pearl. Take the picture. NOW!"
Your turn.
What is Santa saying? (Post a comment using your most extreme cleverness.)
Actually, Santa is flanked by two dear men who traveled all the way from West Virginia. They're members of a "Secret Santa" organization which helps 3,000 children; the trip was part of a fundraiser.
What do you win?
My praise.
That's it.
What more could you really ask?
