So maybe you just read the title of my blog and wondered, "What's a cadenza?" Or maybe not. But I'm going to pretend you did. Work with me here. A cadenza is basically a spot in a piece of classical music where the performer gets to make up something. Improvise. If you're cool, anyway. If you're not, you play a cadenza somebody else wrote. Really though, it's supposed to be the point where the performer makes her statement about the music. Makes it her own, so to speak. So this is my new cadenza - my thoughts about life's music and me making it my own. Enjoy.
First of all. The fam. I adore my family (most of the time!) so here's their intro.
Padre: The Padre is what we term visionary. Meaning he always sees the possibilities. One of his most famous lines is "Two weeks, seven hundred bucks. No problem." Mmmhmm. Sure, Padre.
The Mother Ship: The Mother Ship is the perfect compliment to Visionary Padre. She's along for the ride and even remembers to make his colonoscopy appointments. What a woman.
Stretch: Stretch is my older brother. He's Mr. Political in the house and is always spouting the latest headlines. Hey, at least we have an alternative to CNN. Stretch is also going to Air Force basic training in 2010. Nothing like having a hairy man holler at you to make you love your mom, right?
Punkin': Punkin' is my older sister, married, with an ADORABLE nephew, Sticky Bean, whom you will see in many, many pictures. Many. Her husband, LoggerDave, is pretty much amazing and we love him.
Then there's me:)
Next is The Artist, my younger sister. She says art is all she can do (dyslexia, tracking problems, NOT a visual learner, visual processing disorders, wears reading glasses...) which is not true. She makes everyone laugh. The Artist is very relaxed and laid back, until someone says abortion is ok or the Indianapolis Colts are bad. Either one gets her really hacked.
The youngest in the fam is Moose, my sixteen-year-old brother. Good-looking, great at soccer, ridiculously in shape, hard worker, and eats like he's facing a seven-day famine. All the time. He's a great kid.
And then there's Pete, our stupid, hairy mongrel who is afraid of leaves and barks at two-year-olds. He's a moron. I did not ask for that dog - they got him while I was at school. I don't pretend to like the beast.
There are also The Artist's two hermit crabs, Abbot and Costello. She left them here when she went away to college. Gee thanks.
So there's the fam. They're pretty cool...pictures are coming.
Leah
First of all. The fam. I adore my family (most of the time!) so here's their intro.
Padre: The Padre is what we term visionary. Meaning he always sees the possibilities. One of his most famous lines is "Two weeks, seven hundred bucks. No problem." Mmmhmm. Sure, Padre.
The Mother Ship: The Mother Ship is the perfect compliment to Visionary Padre. She's along for the ride and even remembers to make his colonoscopy appointments. What a woman.
Stretch: Stretch is my older brother. He's Mr. Political in the house and is always spouting the latest headlines. Hey, at least we have an alternative to CNN. Stretch is also going to Air Force basic training in 2010. Nothing like having a hairy man holler at you to make you love your mom, right?
Punkin': Punkin' is my older sister, married, with an ADORABLE nephew, Sticky Bean, whom you will see in many, many pictures. Many. Her husband, LoggerDave, is pretty much amazing and we love him.
Then there's me:)
Next is The Artist, my younger sister. She says art is all she can do (dyslexia, tracking problems, NOT a visual learner, visual processing disorders, wears reading glasses...) which is not true. She makes everyone laugh. The Artist is very relaxed and laid back, until someone says abortion is ok or the Indianapolis Colts are bad. Either one gets her really hacked.
The youngest in the fam is Moose, my sixteen-year-old brother. Good-looking, great at soccer, ridiculously in shape, hard worker, and eats like he's facing a seven-day famine. All the time. He's a great kid.
And then there's Pete, our stupid, hairy mongrel who is afraid of leaves and barks at two-year-olds. He's a moron. I did not ask for that dog - they got him while I was at school. I don't pretend to like the beast.
There are also The Artist's two hermit crabs, Abbot and Costello. She left them here when she went away to college. Gee thanks.
So there's the fam. They're pretty cool...pictures are coming.
Leah
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