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Button Sunday

January 30th, 2011 (06:55 am)

It was on this date in 1969 that the Beatles performed live together for the last time, on the rooftop of the building that housed their Apple headquarters. There's a video on youtube of almost 25 minutes with the songs they played. I suspect this video will be pulled, so enjoy it while you can!

Looking back

January 1st, 2011 (02:14 pm)

It was a little challenging this year to collect photos for the video. I lost hundreds when I lost my hard drive, so if I missed a special moment, that probably explains it.

I hope you enjoy the recap. Thank you to everyone who made it a memorable year.

A Look Back at 2010 from Becky Cochrane on Vimeo.

Christmases Past, No. 1: A Horse With No Name

December 13th, 2010 (01:56 am)

I've been digging around in the vast photo archives and thinking about Christmases past. I told Tim the other day that I've now reached that point in my life when I'd be inclined to sit on the front porch and ramble on about the past, except we have only two months of the year in Houston when the weather, mosquitoes, and palmetto bugs cooperate. Plus I can't coerce the dogs to sit still and listen to me.

So maybe I should change the name of this journal to An Aries' Rocking Chair.

I've never made it a secret that I adore all of my nephews and nieces, and the firstborn of these was Daniel. I was thrilled by his birth one November until I figured out at Christmas that he knocked me right out of the family baby slot and sucked up a sickeningly large number of presents. Still, he was pretty cool, and it was his age two Christmas when we had a true meeting of the minds.

He woke up that morning to find this:



And so began the family effort to offer horse names for his consideration. My sister is the horse person in our family, and I'm sure she gave him lots of appropriate suggestions. None of them stuck.

Finally I said, "Hey, what about Fido?"

His eyes lit up.



And he and Fido began their adventures together.

Rrrretro

November 11th, 2010 (11:23 pm)

At some home during my growing up years, we had this floor! And coppertone appliances. But we never had pink cabinets. Or a child with red pants and a white belt.

Hump Day Happy in honor of Marika's birthday

August 11th, 2010 (07:47 pm)

Possibly the silliest purchase I've ever made on eBay arrived today. I blame David Puterbaugh and his rousing endorsement of Toy Story 3. While Jim was here, we watched the first two Toy Story movies on DVD, then Jim, Tim, Tom, and I saw the new one in the theater. And YES, David, I DID need the Kleenex I took with me at your suggestion, and I wasn't the only one. One of the themes of the movie is what happens to toys when their children grow up.

For years, I've mourned the disappearance of my wooden push puppet lion. He was one of my favorite toys, and if our toys remember us, he knows I didn't lose him, discard him, or give him away. I'm sure he was stolen, and I know who the probable culprit was. I've never been able to find another resembling his craftsmanship and appearance, and I'll never settle for anything less.

Along with my lion, other toys vanished along the way. I probably don't remember most of them, but I do remember my Dolls of the World.

Dolls of the World were sold for 99 cents each with the purchase of Arco gasoline. There were twelve in all, and my mother collected six of them for me. They weren't really to play with; they were for display. Even at that, not a whole lot of skill and craft went into them. They were basic plastic dolls--the kind often used for crafting--with hair too fine to brush, only movable at the arms and neck, and their clothes were cheaply made and not removable. Still, I liked the six I had. I learned about the countries they were from and took good care of them. Once they even helped me when I started in a new school. I took them for show and tell, and they were such a hit that my teacher took me to all the other classes in my grade so I could share them, a bizarre experience for a shy girl who normally did everything she could to avoid attention.

I know the dolls were on my bookshelves when I went away to college, but I suppose at some point, I was persuaded to let them go. After seeing Toy Story, I dreamed about them, which caused me to look them up online and on eBay. Not all of the dolls I found look like the ones I had, so maybe there were different versions for different years or regions. But I found England's and Spain's dolls that were identical to mine, and they were practically free, so I bought them.

In honor of Marika's birthday, and the child who remains within us no matter how many birthdays we have, I decided to resurrect Hump Day Happy for this week. (Marika is the only one who ever expressed regret that it vanished as surely as my push puppet lion.) Anyone who wants to give me a page number between 1 and 611, and another number between 1 and 25, can get an item from the happiness book to celebrate Marika's special day with her. (I don't advise picking 8/11, because I think Marika's chosen it a couple of times, and it never changes.) Meanwhile, Marika, let's pretend that whatever number you pick, it includes dancing naked men.

Button Sunday

July 18th, 2010 (03:49 pm)
geeky

current mood: evilish



I have absolutely no reason whatsoever for making this today's button. Some things in life are just random and we have to accept that. Although if I were older than 35, I might remember a Christmas when I got Mr. and Mrs. Potato Heads when they were still just things you stuck in actual vegetables and not inserted into plastic potatoes. Apparently those newfangled ones were safer. But could they smell like a rotting vegetable or piece of fruit that would make your older siblings gag? I think not.

In fact, if I were older than 35, there might even be photographic evidence.



In other matters, I greatly appreciate your comments to my previous post. I will try to fulfill all your requests over time. Thanks for giving me ideas for LJ material!

Jet

May 7th, 2010 (01:38 pm)
cheerful

current mood: cheerful

One of the best purchases I ever made was my CR-V, Jet, in April of 1998. I learned from past car mistakes and have taken good care of Jet with regular maintenance, oil changes, and cleanings. At twelve, he's weathered some dramas and isn't the fresh young thing he used to be, but he's still my favorite car I've ever had and I'm not even remotely interested in trading him for some whippersnapper with a shiny finish. We've driven to Mendocino, California and back. To Portland, Maine and back. To Ohio, New York, Tennessee, Alabama, Utah, Minnesota, Georgia, Louisiana, and all over Texas--a lot of highway miles.

Last week, I realized Jet was about to reach an important milestone, and I hoped I'd be with him, but I knew it was just as likely that Tom or Tim would be and probably wouldn't even notice. This morning when I woke up, I felt compelled to go check him out before Tom used him for an errand. Because it MIGHT still be possible...

Here's what I saw.



So, like any White Trash Princess, still wearing my nightgown, I grabbed my keys and my license, invited the dogs for a ride, put on my seatbelt, and away we went. About three-tenths of a mile later, we all pulled over and celebrated together:



Happy birthday, Jet, and I look forward to as many more miles with you as you'll give me. Here's a photo Tom took of us on our first day together:

Next week: slide show of our family vacations

December 7th, 2009 (01:09 pm)
quixotic

current mood: reminiscent



The other night I dragged out my first grade class photo and forced everyone to look at it ("everyone" in that case being Tom, Tim, Rhonda, Lindsey, and Kathy S, as opposed to the "everyone" who comprises my readership here on LJ--your turn!).

Tim noted that the way we're posed, we all look like we're handcuffed. I didn't have the heart to tell him that we all actually were handcuffed. In the old days (thirtyish years ago!), they didn't coddle six-year-olds.

The next year, there would be no class photo, because that would have brought our work to a halt at the munitions factory.

I KID!

It was a cannery.

Photo Friday, No. 174

November 27th, 2009 (05:01 pm)

Current Photo Friday theme: From My Past


My baby book, several decades old.
Badly water damaged, but some parts are still legible enough for me to get a glimpse
into what preoccupied my mother about her youngest child.

Child of the Advertising Age

October 23rd, 2009 (12:45 pm)
nostalgic

current mood: nostalgic

This is one of the first advertising jingles I remember. It made such an impression that when my parents came home with a new Chrysler, I cried.



Ultimately, my mother came to believe the Chrysler hated her. Ha. Should have bought a Chevrolet.

The first commercial that TOOK ADVANTAGE OF ME was this one.



I don't regret getting my Twist 'N Turn Barbie, but oh, how I wish Mattel hadn't enticed me to trade in my original ponytail Barbie. Marcia, Marcia, Marcia!

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