1. My friend Sara recently posted a collection of flash mob video clips on her blog. I don't know why, but flash mobs make me teary. Weird, I know. But there you have it. My chances of being surprised by a flash mob in Cheyenne are approximately 0.000%.
2. I recently read an article I saw posted over at Design Mom about why some people love cilantro and some people hate it. Finally! An explanation for Matt's vehement stance that cilantro tastes like soap! Confession: sometimes I order things in restaurants just because they have cilantro in them. MMMMMMMMMM. We got a kick out of that article indeed.
3. Are you familiar with Elizabeth & the Catapult? That dastardly Grady Kirkpatrick (DJ) over at Morning Music on Wyoming Public Radio played it yesterday, and both Matt and I happened to be in our cars listening at the same time and heard it. He beat me to buying it last night. Grady Kirkpatrick = less money in our pockets. Repeatedly. Perfectly Perfect might be my new favorite song. And, as I was listening to the album last night, I realized that this group had covered a Concrete Blonde song from the 1990 Pump Up the Volume soundtrack. Three things about this:
3a. Concrete Blonde was a band I loved intensely for a few years, but it is one of the few bands that I've loved intensely that didn't really hold up for me years later.
3b. I loved the soundtrack to Pump Up the Volume so much that I nearly wore it out. I loved the movie just as much. Don't judge.
3c. That's pretty good music memory, to identify a 20 year old song from an obscure movie soundtrack you can't even get on iTunes!
4. It was made clear to me yesterday how backwards I've become in the day and age of texting. Someone needed to get some information to me and he texted me three times with updates; I was dumbly waiting around by the phone for a phone call to get this same information. Only later in the day did I realize he had tried to contact me on my Little Tracfone That Could. Oops.
5. Maddie is panning for gold today.
6. I've recently freaked two people out with the information that Maddie is almost 8 years old. The first—a former student I had in my American History class the year I taught at Central HS in 2001-2002. She was at gymnastics with her two kids, and I finally had to go up and ask her if she was who I thought she was. She was one of the group of people who saw me everyday as a pregnant lady, so the big "here's Maddie" reveal kind of startled her. The second—last night at Gracie's kindergarten screening appointment I thought one of the teachers looked familiar, but she was out of context; she finally asked me if I was who she thought I was. She was the permanent sub who taught the last three weeks of school for me at Central when Maddie was born. Of course! I immediately remembered her (and her name!) and we had a nice conversation, even if she was a little startled by the "here's Maddie" reveal. The heartbreaking news: she had been teaching in the program Maddie is in up until two years ago, when she transferred to teach kindergarten instead. I wish she had been able to teach Maddie this year!
7. May is fast approaching. I'm kind of nervous.
When we went to get the mail after lunch today (it's way up the street, so if it's reasonably good weather the girls ride their bikes) we came back to see this deer hanging out in our circle. My trusty old long lens still takes decent shots! We actually got pretty close before she ran off. There have also been multiple red fox sightings this month, and we're starting to feel like we're living in a nature preserve.