because i’m not scared of that point where repeated words lose their meaning. i love you i love you i love you i love you.

needed: partner in crime…

SO I PUT MY HANDS UP, THEY’RE PLAYIN’ MY SONG, THE BUTTERFLIES FLY AWAY!

celebratory post-show dance party. my class syllabus is obviously full of dance parties, sweet tunes, and good vibes. (we were listening to the flaming lips here.)

this photo makes me proud to be a stupid ass teacher. before every show, we all compliment the person to our right and tell jokes and encourage everyone before we go on. everyone gets really pumped and then when we’re done we high five and have a dance party. the flower in my hair was given to me by a student about five minutes beforehand because the fairy princess in this play had a bunch of flowers in her hair, too. she said “the princess gets a bunch of little tiny flowers, but she’s just a princess. you’re our queen, so you get this one giant pink one i found in my yard”.

i went to the beach alone one day, never having done so before. i brought my dogs and my ukulele and a six pack of lonestar. i was learning a hank williams sr. song when a man who appeared to be homeless approached me with a guitar and joined in. he was a german professor who was black-out drunk at 11am. he taught me a rolling stones song, and when he played along to “i’m so lonesome i could cry” he got all the words terribly wrong. i don’t know if it was the whiskey or the german-as-a-first-language, but he kept singing in this tom waits-esque, leathery, gravely voice “I’M LONESOME LIKE A DOVE!!! I’M LONESOME IN DE HAAAART!!!” and i thought it was so sweet i did not correct him.

i may look pensive, but i was very busy learning to play “bitches ain’t shit” on the ukulele. (peep that shit got deep and it was on, number one song after number one song…)

i miss summertime but i don’t miss short hair.

this is what brothers and sisters do