I *heart* weekend NPR.
(Not so much the pledge drive, but tis a necessary evil.) Are you a member?
And that damn pledge commercial with the teenagers singing along to the theme song? (doo doo doo doo, doo doo doo dooooo) Love it. Makes me so darn happy imagining having my very own cranky yuppy kids who secretly end up loving NPR (and coffee) someday.
I’m a woman who loves the news. I became this person by watching Eyewitness News with Irv Weinstein and World News Tonight with Peter Jennings every week night during suppertime. And watching my dad read the Evening Observer every night after coming in from chores in the barn.
Of course, the reading of the paper and the watching of the news always included the bitching/ranting of the dad as well. (My GOD I am my father’s daughter.)
And coffee? Yep. Kids don’t like coffee, but kids like their adults who like coffee. I wanted to be like my best friend, Gma Smith, and remember soooooo looking forward to the weekend and getting up in the morning to sit with her at the kitchen table (the only place she drank her coffee) and pour a freshly brewed BUNN-o-MATIC cup (with LOTS of milk and sugar) listening to the dingdingadingding of the spoon hitting the sides of the glass, and feeling so very grown-up. I miss them so.
And this is why that damn NPR commercial *might* make me cry. You never realize/appreciate the little things like this that inadvertently become part of your very being, until time has passed. Someday, I hope to pass the torch on to another generation but today? I wish I could sit at the table with all the Smiths and tell them how much I love and miss them. Damn NPR commercial.
I’m my mother’s daughter too, cause she cries at EVERYTHING. I teared up during BOTH video presentations at League on Tuesday night. The WANDA syndrome, a blessing and a curse.
Another example of the Wanda syndrome? Monday morning when we were driving to work I heard the Jennifer Hudson speech “If my grandmother was here to see me now. She was my biggest inspiration for everything because she was a singer and she had the passion for it but she never had a chance.”
I *might* have teared up in the car. Mark asked me, “are you crying?” How can I tell him I’m crying at a reality stars acceptance speech? So I just kinda wiped away the tears and kissed him along his way to work. In my defense (a little bit) I was getting ready to go to a funeral that morning. And all weekend my grammy was on my mind, since I was thinking about the kids who lost their grandmother. Although I know I would have teared up anyhow….shhhhh!
The Wanda Syndrome: not just during the Star Spangled Banner!