A Year of Thanks

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another interlude: i’m a cool mom!!! September 14, 2013

Filed under: family fun — courtsbrogno @ 10:03 am

So, yup, still working on catching up on summer. But this just happened:

Maddie told me I was a cool mom!

Unbelievable. This is how it went down.

Maddie and I were just driving in the car when she says (and I’m going to tell this story verbatim), “Oh Mom I have a story for you. You know how you always drag me to those concerts and then tell me one day I’ll appreciate it and be happy? Well, the other day in Spanish, there’s this junior who sits next to me. He’s all surfer-ed out. He wakes up at 4 in the morning to go surfing everyday and then flirts with the girl who sits in front of me . Anyway, the other day, he asked the girl, ‘Have you ever seen Modest Mouse in concert?’ and she was like, ‘I don’t even know who that is.’ So I jumped into the convo and said, ‘I’ve seen Modest Mouse.’ and he was like, ‘What?’ and i was like, ‘Yeah, my mom took me,’ and he was all, ‘That’s so cool. Your mom is so cool. My mom doesn’t even know who Modest Mouse is.’ Then there was like a pause and then he said, ‘I really want to see Wilco too,’ and I was like, ‘I’ve seen Wilco like 3 times.’ and he was like, “NO WAY! Your so cool. Your mom is the coolest.”

That’s right. Maddie’s cool, but who’s even cooler–ME!

I win. Finally, I’m a cool mom.

Though I’m not so sure how I feel about this junior surfer kid now thinking Maddie’s hot shit. My plan might have just backfired.

 

 

 

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an interlude: my dad the fan of all fans September 8, 2013

Filed under: family fun — courtsbrogno @ 12:40 pm

So, I’ve got a lot of catching up to do. I missed writing about our entire summer, and I will–I promise–catch up on that soon.

But first, a story that must be told.

I called my dad this morning to wish him good luck with the game today–you know, his beloved Green Bay Packers are playing in San Francisco against the 49ers. We had already, last weekend, discussed how weak the GB Packers were looking, and he forewarned me to not make any bets against the 49ers this year. He was sad, melancholy really, about his team this year.

But this morning when I called him, he sounded better. Then he told me the story.

Since he lives in the Bay area and GB is playing in SF, he left last night after work to search for the Green Bay Packers in all the hotels he thought they might be staying in. Ultimately, he came home without having seen them.

But then this morning, he set out again, and this time he realized he didn’t check the Westin. So he went that way. But by the time he got there, his beloved team (who was staying at the Westin) was already boarding the bus. He got out of his car and saw, sadly, that a kid had beat him to the bus and had already had his football signed by 5 at least 5 players.

He came home so depressed. I mean, it’s not like he makes it out to Green Bay to see them that often. My mom told me he lamented around the house murmuring, “I just don’t get how I didn’t think of the Westin last night. I used to be a detective.”

Oh, my dad. What can I say about him. That’s he’s a fanatic? Yes. That he’s quite possibly a stalker? Probably.

But most importantly, I respect him for his love and devotion of this football team. I can’t say I understand it, as I’ve never cared nor followed any sports’ teams (not even my kids’ teams over the years), but I love his love and excitement for something so completely intangible to me. But his love for GB is the same as his love for his family: devoted, willing to drive around stalking (Oh, I remember those teenage years!), and sad when we don’t perform at our best.

So, just as an interlude to the posts I should be writing about concerning summer, here’s one for my dad! The biggest Green Bay fan in California.