My kids have developed an aversion to pink.
It’s partially because the entire toy section seems to be divided along pink vs. camo lines. My girls bring ferocity, in a pretty way. That’s the best way to describe it. Not hair-bow pretty, but just enough eye makeup, usually painted fingernails pretty.
Yet, they come to kick some ass.
My sport Saturday: To watch a handful of 3v3 games Grace played in, while keeping my germs at a distance, as the only guy at the field with a chill and long sleeves. I downed a couple of Gatorades on the day, one of them pink, to wash down Ibuprofen.
Marie snapped this shot as I watched Grace do her thing.
I got home exhausted. I didn’t want her to miss her tournament, though. She learned quirks and rules with a new brand of soccer, and played well enough to make the finals. Grace brought home another finalists’ medal, and you know how she feels about those.
As we walked to the car after the final, I told my girls how much fun it was to come watch them play.
No matter how big the field, how big the stakes, how big the team or how big the opponent, how many rules are new or how many decks are stacked against them, they always find a way to come out and kick ass.
… And a music challenge, too
I can’t turn down a challenge lately, it seems.
Tiffany at Sounds Like Life to Me has a Monday Music challenge. This week: Summertime. I told Tiff I’d come up with a mini playlist of summer songs that don’t include the word summer. Here’s my three:
Lowdown, Boz Skaggs
In the 70s, I had the coolest aunts, uncles and cousins. Strains of the Rolling Stones, Boz Skaggs, George Thoroughgood, Rod Stewart and the like spiced my life soundtrack. This is among the coolest of songs by one of the coolest cats in the decade.
Sailing, Christopher Cross
A Hispanic kid in landlocked Northeast Colorado doesn’t know a lot about sailing, but this song still says summer to me. There are summers in a boy’s life when he notices the girl at the campground store register more than what he could catch in the lake.
Interstate Love Song, Stone Temple Pilots
This one comes from my college years. I couldn’t, perhaps, identify with the drug-use angle of songs like this, but the angsty parts? Most certainly. Still do. It’s a driving, badass kind of song that brings my summer playlist into more modern times.
What would go on your summer playlist?