Expanding My Music Selection

Tonight Sarah came downstairs before going to bed so I could put some ointment on her eczema. She heard my computer playing music. She didn't recognize the music and said, "Mommy, why aren't you listening to ABBA?" I laughed and told her that sometimes I don't listen to ABBA. She appeared a little bewildered, but attempted to comprehend.

I was listening to the Indigo Girls. I thought about high school this week. Facebook can make you do that when you see old high school friend's pictures pop up with their status or comments to your photos. All of which made me think of our senior theme song which was "These Are the Days" by the 10,000 Maniacs. But I was thinking it was by the Indigo Girls so I was looking up their music online. Then I realized that I had forgotten how much I like some the Indigo Girl's music. Here is one of their newer good lesbian love songs that I liked (And no, I'm not a lesbian. I'm hetero as hetero can be. The Indigo Girls are lesbians.):

[Breaking away from sidetrack]

I liked high school. Many people, including my husband, don't have the best memories of those years in their life. But I do. I would never want to relive it, but I hold a good memory. I enjoyed cheer camp, football games, eating cheese bagels and Twix with my best friend Julie on the amphitheatre steps at lunch, ditching school to go to Disneyland, taking on a dare such as swimming in a nasty lake late at night, choir shows, choir trips, miniature golf, mixed tapes, slumber parties, TP'ing boy's houses, etc. Of course there were also the typical awkward moments of adolescence like trying to appear like a B cup when you were actually an A cup and worrying about the cellulite on your legs when you crossed your legs while sitting at your school desk because capri pants weren't in style yet, but I like to remember the good times. In some ways the lyrics to our theme song seem to be quite prophetic when I think of how they relate to my life:

These Are the Days

(by 10,000 Maniacs, not Indigo Girls)

These are the days

These are days you’ll remember

Never before and never since, I promise

Will the whole world be warm as this

And as you feel it,

You’ll know it’s true

That you are blessed and lucky

It’s true that you

Are touched by something

That will grow and bloom in you

These are days that you’ll remember

When May is rushing over you

With desire to be part of the miracles

You see in every hour

You’ll know it’s true

It’s true that you are touched

By something that will grow and bloom in you

These are days

These are the days you might fill

With laughter until you break

These days you might feel

A shaft of light

Make its way across your face

And when you do

Then you’ll know how it was meant to be

See the signs and know their meaning

It's true

Then you’ll know how it was meant to be

Hear the signs and know they’re speaking

To you, to you

It was in high school that I first learned about the Church I now belong to. How grateful I am for that! Because it got me this:

I know this photo is a repeat of April 7, but I'm lacking in the "good family photo" department. Most of our family photos look like this: