I have been having a lot of fun lately, and I know when I tell you about it you are going to be jealous and then probably write me off and not pay any attention to me anymore, but I'm going to risk it. You'll get over it.
On the 4th of July Mitch and the kids and I went out on Mitch's brother's Mat's boat to watch the fireworks. It was glorious!
A few days later I went to see Brandi Carlile in concert. She was FABULOUS! She has so much talent packed into a tiny, adorable little package. What a voice! It was an outdoor concert along a river in Des Moines. Gorgeous night!
A few days after that my sister Beth and Mitch and I went to the Richard Thompson/My Morning Jacket/Wilco/Bob Dylan concert here in Duluth. It was a lot of fun. My sister Amy was heading to Duluth that evening and said, "I'd really love to go to the concert with you guys if it wasn't Bob Dylan." Apparently she's not a fan. Amy and Beth went to a Dylan concert many years ago when they were teenagers and apparently he just stood in a dark corner and sang unintelligibly. He was pretty good this time but he didn't say one word to the audience and at one point when he was singing Beth said, "I wish there were subtitles."
Later that night my sisters and I came back to my house and celebrated Amy being back from Afghanistan by eating Doritos and Top The Tater, drinking Miller Light, and learning how to twerk from instructional videos on the internet. Oh, you don't know what twerking is? It is the latest gross dance kids are doing to horrify their parents. Basically you squat down and shake your undercarriage.
Beth got pretty good at it with some practice but Amy is hopeless. Her twerk was mostly arms with not much going on below the waist. We kept yelling, "Less arms!" but that just made her shake her arms more. I don't know why that happened because arms aren't even a small part of a good twerk. When I do it I feel like I'm really moving, but apparently I'm just sort of standing still making pigeon movements with my head. SEXY SEXY SEXY!
On the 4th of July Mitch and the kids and I went out on Mitch's brother's Mat's boat to watch the fireworks. It was glorious!
The Coast Guard stopped us because the four kids and I were sitting on the bow. The kids were all wearing life-jackets so they gave us five Dairy Queen coupons for "all the kids on the bow wearing life-jackets." Hey! They thought I was a kid! And they also thought I was wearing a life jacket. Time to lose some weight!
On the morning of the fourth, my friend Shelly and I went to the Duluth Rowing Club for a rowing lesson with our gym trainer, Jeff. He is a rowing coach. He took Shelly, another teacher named Jane, and me out on a four person boat. It was so much fun! The weather was perfect and the water was like glass. Apparently over the last hundred years or so the boats used for the sport of rowing have been designed and improved and engineered to be perfect rowing machines, but that didn't stop us from giving Jeff suggestions on how the boat could be better. You are supposed to cross your hands left over right in the middle of the stroke. Shelly suggested that right over left would be better and I suggested that maybe they should just make the oars shorter so no crossing was necessary in the first place. Jeff explained that the boat is designed to be perfectly balanced when the rowers put their left hand over their right hand, and that the oars needed to be the length they are for the optimal amount of leverage in the row. We are still skeptical.
He has a lot of patience.
A few days after that my sister Beth and Mitch and I went to the Richard Thompson/My Morning Jacket/Wilco/Bob Dylan concert here in Duluth. It was a lot of fun. My sister Amy was heading to Duluth that evening and said, "I'd really love to go to the concert with you guys if it wasn't Bob Dylan." Apparently she's not a fan. Amy and Beth went to a Dylan concert many years ago when they were teenagers and apparently he just stood in a dark corner and sang unintelligibly. He was pretty good this time but he didn't say one word to the audience and at one point when he was singing Beth said, "I wish there were subtitles."
Later that night my sisters and I came back to my house and celebrated Amy being back from Afghanistan by eating Doritos and Top The Tater, drinking Miller Light, and learning how to twerk from instructional videos on the internet. Oh, you don't know what twerking is? It is the latest gross dance kids are doing to horrify their parents. Basically you squat down and shake your undercarriage.
Beth got pretty good at it with some practice but Amy is hopeless. Her twerk was mostly arms with not much going on below the waist. We kept yelling, "Less arms!" but that just made her shake her arms more. I don't know why that happened because arms aren't even a small part of a good twerk. When I do it I feel like I'm really moving, but apparently I'm just sort of standing still making pigeon movements with my head. SEXY SEXY SEXY!
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