Mar 19, 2018

Me and My Boy

3/19/2018 — cori

I love this kid! We was the most hilarious little one and has remained true to who he is into his teenage years. We had THE BEST time this Spring Break. We were lucky enough to spend the whole week together hanging out while Chuck and Chloe were in Minnesota and Gavin was still in California.

The first order of business was to go shopping for dress clothes. We have a wedding to go to in a few months and he has no clothes for the event. He HATES shopping with a passion. And he only ever wears sports clothes. So I knew this was going to be a challenge at best, a nightmare at worst. But he shopped like a champ. We actually made record time. We finished shopping for his entire outfit: shoes, socks, belt, slacks, shirt, tie in under 2 hours. Even I was impressed. However, when I asked him to put the whole outfit on again once we got home so we could take a picture and send it to Dad, this is the face I got. Which harkens me back to my favorite comic: Calvin & Hobbes, of which, he impersonated perfectly.

Yup....that's Bennett alright.

Thank God it was the start of March Madness. We watched lots of the big upsets.

We did lots of basketball drills in the basement. We also played a ton of ping pong.

We took a tour of the University of Northern Colorado. Very cool school and the only school that actually offers what he wants to major in: Sports Coaching. 

However, we didn't plan our time well and were starving and cold throughout most of the tour.

Hands down the best day was skiing at Snowy Range in Wyoming. Believe it or not, even though we live in Colorado, it was much closer for us to drive 1 1/2 hours to Centennial, WY. And much cheaper too. There were hardly any people there on this gorgeous, sunny, high 40s day. We owned those slopes. We did at least 10 runs. 

The slopes were tree-lined and just breath-takingly beautiful. We were both in awe.

We also tried out a few restaurants in town, our favorite being a new pizza restaurant that reminds us of our favorite place in Minneapolis. Bennett even got to go hang out with his best friend a couple of days and watch March Madness together. I got a ton of lesson planning done and even enjoyed reading a couple of books. Time off is a nice gift. We absolutely loved our time together. There was so much laughing, my stomach hurt. It's times like these relationships and memories are made of. I'm reminded of something Rob Bell says (in Launching Rockets), "We're not meant to raise our kids, we're meant to enjoy them." (that one line taken out of context doesn't give you the complete picture - of course parents are supposed to teach and guide their kids - but too many parents forget to enjoy their kids b/c they get caught up in the dos/don'ts of parenthood). That has been our philosophy of parenting from day one until now and has seemed to work out pretty well for us. 

Mar 10, 2018

UCI Parents Weekend

3/10/2018 — cori

Seeing Gavin on his home turf this past weekend gave us so much joy! It is genius of universities to have these parents' weekends so that we can see how our kids are now thriving in their new environments. This wasn't for Gavin's benefit - it was all for ours.

We did all the cheesy parent stuff like take pictures next to balloons

and with Peter the Anteater

Gavin showed us his dorm (and the ping pong table he's never played a game on but has used to spread their Thanksgiving feast upon). We even got to meet friends and confirm that he has washed his sheets at least twice since moving in.

Every time we talk, Gavin says he's on his balcony. That sounds so absurd to me because most college freshman do not have the luxury of talking on a balcony while enjoying a Mediterraneanesque climate - just one of the many perks of living in SoCal.

He took us on a walk all over campus. The whole campus centers around a large circular park in the center. It's very beautifully landscaped and an atheistically appealing design.

There are gigantic Eucalyptus trees all over campus. They smell gorgeous. It is a very "green" college for being in a city. It has actually has received recognition as one of the top 10 Greenest Campuses in the country.

Just another view of the beautiful, incredibly tall Eucalyptus tree showcasing its smooth, white bark.

Being SoCal, you have many unique forms of flora. It becomes very apparent that Dr. Seuss got all of his inspiration for his artwork by just looking outside.

The only other place I've seen a 'flower' like this was in Horton Hears a Who.

Bright spots of color litter the grassy areas. Instead of buttercups, they grow these florescent wonders.

And the Hummingbirds were plentiful around these trumpet flowers. 

Unfortunately, it did rain most of our visit. But that just gave us a chance to see critters like this little guy that we never would have taken the time to stop and marvel at otherwise.

We did have one little SNAFU. Our rental car wouldn't start. Thankfully, we weren't in a hurry or late to an event. We had 2 hours to kill waiting for someone to come give us a jump, drive back to the airport and exchange our car for another

For all the hassle and wasted time, they let us pick out any car we wanted. We ended up with some pretty nice wheels for the rest of the day.

Everyone needs a picture next to an anteater bus at least once in their lives. On another random note, Gavin is letting his grow out. He doesn't like going to get it cut. He's done that only once. He'd rather wait it out every 2 or so months until he sees me so that I can cut it for him. Ever the practical one. It helps that he looks good with long hair. 

We ended our whirlwind 2 day trip by going to an NCAA Basketball game on our last night there. UCI played number one seed, UC Davis.  It was an enjoyable game to watch, even though we didn't get to sit next to Gavin. He was in the student section. He had to stand the entire game but he said the energy was fun and it turned out to be an awesome game to watch - even if they did loose in double overtime.

It was so wonderful to see Gavin thriving in his new home. Parents leave their kids after dropping them of for the first day of class with such trepidation and sadness. It gives us so much joy to see their positive adjustment to their new phase of life and excitement about what their new environment offers. We left him in excellent hands. He left the nest and is soaring...we couldn't ask for more as parents.

Feb 19, 2018

Kindness To Strangers

2/19/2018 — cori
Since moving to Colorado we found a small little church that fits us like a glove. I was worried that we'd never find a group of people that longed to serve God the same way we did. I love how they don't just believe in ideals and concepts - they do them. They live out the social gospel by literally feeding the poor, clothing the naked, finding homes for the homeless, sponsoring DACA kids, and standing up for social justice issues alongside other organizations. 

One of the ladies invited me to join her at the local Catholic Charities Homeless Shelter to cook dinner one night. Someone who committed had backed out and she thought she'd ask me last minute even though we had just recently met. Turns out, I was free and I was excited to help. I get tired of only giving money to problems. I like to get in there and 'get dirty', meet the people, and do the work. 

Turns out that at this shelter different organizations from all around the city sign up to cook meals one night a month. We found out that our church does the 3rd Thursday of every month. It takes 4-5 people to cook a meal. The shelter provides all the food through donations. They also give us the meal plan. It's just up to us to cook it and serve it. Talk about putting a face to the homeless. Chloe and I went that first month and we loved every minute of it. I love places that allow youth to actually do the work and help. Chloe felt that her time and energies really mattered and realized that she had something to give.

My friend called again and said that more people backed out this month and did I know of anyone else who could help. It just so happened that Chuck and Bennett were free that night. I said we'd make it a family affair. Chuck nor Bennett have ever helped at a homeless shelter before. I think it really impacted them. Bennett showed his usual colors by picking the one apron with Wendy on it.

I was a little nervous about what job Susan would give him to do. But she could read Bennett like a book and knew exactly the tasks for him. He was to butter all the bread. Now there's a job Bennett can handle. Here is a small moment of brother and sister working together and not tickling one another, making weird faces at each other or saying smart-alecky things to each other. They're just concentrating on one task - helping us all pull off a meal for people who need it.

Chuck is very good in the kitchen. He was in charge of the green beans, rice, and making gravy. I made the main dish (sautéed onions and mushrooms with ground beef topped with Chuck's gravy). Chloe made the fruit salad. Bennett worked hard on his bread and butter. And Susan oversaw this motley crew.

It was such a joy to serve these people dinner. They were all so kind and thankful. They wanted us to look them in the eye, ask how their day was, make small talk with them - just treat them human and with respect despite their current circumstances in life. When we did, people opened up. There were lots of smiles, lots of reciprocation asking how we were, and plenty of banter. The people were truly grateful, gracious and complimentary. They didn't have to be. But it sure made all the work and time that much more enjoyable.

On the way home all we could talk about were the kids we saw at the shelter and how it broke our hearts. Chloe and I also recalled seeing some of the same people we saw last time. Now we can't wait to make this a regular part of our month. We're only afraid of "the other" when we don't know them; when we can't put a face or a story to them. I'm so thankful to be a part of something that helps "the other" and not just ourselves. Isn't that what life is really about?

I recently saw a sticker that said: Human both. I like that.

Feb 10, 2018

The Rebuke

2/10/2018 — cori

A random angry stranger followed me home and told me off yesterday. I have never experienced this situation before in my life. Here's what happened:

I picked up the kids from school and went immediately to my chiropractor appointment. Of course, because I was in a hurry, the chiropractor was running behind schedule. I was supposed to be home to receive a furniture delivery. I was running 20 minutes late. Thankfully, the kind furniture delivery people were patient and agreed to wait for me when they called to find out where I was. 

Remember, I live in Fort Collins - the land of slow Subaru drivers. It seems everyone here is slow and a greater than normal percentage of the population drives a Subaru. And my experience and data collection have yielded the conclusion that all Subaru drivers are slow. I'm sure there's a mathematical formula or logic statement buried in that sentence  somewhere. This is just a layman's observation.

Anyways, I digress. It's also no secret that I'm a wee bit of a competitive driver. I own it. I know it. My kids know it - they were the ones to bestow that title upon me. Let me clarify that competitive doesn't mean "bad", it means "I like to be the first in line and not behind the slow people" or "I look for the most efficient lane or route" type of competitive. If that sometimes means I need to break the speed limit to achieve it, so be it. However, I would never endanger my life, my passengers' lives, or another driver to achieve my coveted place in the front of the pack.  I refuse to sacrifice safety in my pursuits of "greater efficient driving methods." 

All that background information is necessary to understand what happens next. Our new house is located farther out in the country. The driving lanes continue to merge from 3 to 2 down to 1 the farther out of Fort Collins you drive. There is one stop light on the way to our house that narrows from 2 lanes to 1 lane immediately after the stoplight. If you're stopped at the stoplight, there is a little bit of lane for you to continue driving in, but not much.  You pretty much need to merge immediately. Some people don't notice the merge sign and get stuck trying to merge into the flow of traffic. Other's, like myself, choose to drive in the lane that is about to merge in order to avoid the mile long back up of (slow) cars in the other lane that continues straight. 

Yesterday, as I was focused on getting home so as not to keep the furniture delivery men waiting, I knew it would be a "drive in the merge lane" kind of day. However, the lady I was supposed to be merging in front of would have none of it. Apparently, she doesn't believe in merge signs. She believes she is right and must evangelize the rest of us as to her rightness. Unfortunately, at this same merge spot yesterday, a huge semi-truck was parked just to the side of the merge lane/shoulder with it's hazard lights on. So I had no room for error, I had to get into the continuing lane of traffic quickly. I sped up a little. So did the lady behind me. For whatever reason, she did not want me to merge. So much so in fact, that she was forcing my car almost into the parked semi. Then she was forcing my car into the shoulder, which quickly was disappearing into a ditch. I forcefully merged as not to end up in a ditch, thanks to her little lesson.

Along with her advancing speed, she was waving her middle finger vehemently at me. My heart was beating fast. I was trying to avoid an accident, get my kids home safely, avoid the crazy maniac driver behind me, and make it home for the delivery. 

I finally make it to the turn off of the main road. The crazy lady follows me in the direction of my neighborhood. I figured there might be a slight chance she lives in this neighborhood as well, so I wasn't too worried yet. I was praying she wasn't one of my new neighbors. Just to be safe, I took a turn earlier than my street. She took the same turn. I come to a round-a-bout. Bennett wanted me to go around it like 5 times. But at this point, I knew she was indeed following me and was trying to formulate a plan.

I asked Chloe, who was in the back seat, to turn around and get her license plate number. Why? I don't know. It just seemed like the thing to do; a way to find or track this person down if need be or I needed to give this information to police.  I then decide to take some random side streets and meander my way to the model homes that are all clustered together. If this lady did something to me, I wanted witnesses and I surely didn't want her knowing where my house was. 

I pull to a stop in front of the model home. Guess who pulls up right beside me? I roll down my window and ask, "Do you need something?" I have my phone in my hand ready to dial 911. This is road rage if I've ever seen it. The lady decides she needs to be the one to point out my driving flaws. She says, "You were very rude back there. I was trying to leave a safe distance of space behind the car in front of me and then you had to zoom in there and cut me off."

I said, "I'm sorry I offended you."

She would have none of it. She said, "Look at what kind of example you are setting for your children....blah, blah, blah....".  I heard nothing more because I rolled my window up. She was pure angry. Nothing I was going to say was going to convince her, change her mind or enlighten her. She had her mind made up about me. She didn't want to listen to me. She had already judged me and my intentions and wanted to justify her behavior and rightness to me. 

By the way, the kids loved the window rolling up trick while she was still talking. They were like, "Oooooh Mom! That was the ultimate roast!" And I was like, "I know, she really roasted me." And they were like, "No Mom. You just roasted her but shutting her down while she was still talking." I said, "I didn't mean to roast her. I just didn't want to hear her tirade. I didn't have to sit there and take it." Once she realized she no longer had an audience. She drove off in a huff. I bet she feels better now that she told off one driver.

After making sure she was no where around, I drive down the street to our house. The delivery guys said they drove around the block a few times waiting for me.  I almost drove straight to the police station with her following me, except for these sweet guys who I knew were waiting on me. I couldn't abandon them or be inconsiderate about their time. 

This took me a long time to calm down from. I was quite shaken up. Even if I was completely in the wrong and did in fact cut her off, you still don't follow someone home to berate them about their dumb driving. You just chalk it up to another dumb driver and let it go. I've done that myself to people who have cut me off, run me off the road or just been jerks while driving too many times to count. 

I had to realize she was probably just a good person who was having a bad day. I did not want to judge her character but it was very hard not to. I questioned the kids and tried to see it from their point of view. I asked them if I had cut her off. They were like, "No, you were just merging." Then I realized, I hate it when people think bad of me. Yet there was nothing I could do to convince this lady I wasn't a bad person. She hated my guts and she didn't even know me. She had judged me and judged me wrongly. How often have I done that to people? 

I eventually let it go and hold no ill will towards her. But it did give us another good story and a new way to shut someone down - just roll the window up.

Feb 7, 2018

That Time I Saved Ninja's Life

2/07/2018 — cori

Believe it or not, this little dog can be quite a trouble-maker at times. Usually, she is the perfect dog. We honestly can't complain. But when she pulls a stunt, it's typically a big one. She likes her freedom. She's been known to roam the neighborhood, nose to the ground, lost in the plethora of smells. However, she always finds her way home. 

We lost her a few times when we lived in Farmington. It usually happened whenever I let her out and forgot about her. Since we didn't have a fence, she would just start exploring. Neighbors would bring her home or we would go out back and call her and she'd come sprinting back up the hill. We only ever really "lost" her once. A quick drive around the neighborhood in a frenzied panic solved that nerve-wracking scare. We came home with ninja securely in the back seat clueless as to her crime.

I have to give her a lot of credit. The move has been hard for her. She misses her big back yard with all the squirrels and bunnies it contained that she could chase at will. For the past 6 months she was stifled by the constraints of apartment living. Whenever she had to go potty, we had to take her out on a leash. She could no longer go sit on her back patio and gaze longingly at the woods, keeping an eye out for her nemesis, the squirrel or just lay there, basking in the sun on a warm day. We kinda upset her applecart. 

So now that we're in the new house she feels a bit entitled to some freedom. Who could blame her? You can tell she's happy again. She's back to her old self. Unfortunately though, we have no grass or fence in our backyard...yet. We do have a lovely large open green space behind our house. However, she has to cross the dirty, muddy backyard to get there for her hygiene needs every single time.

This makes neither her, nor any of us who have to clean her feet each time, happy. So oftentimes, we let her out back and sort of forget about her until she barks at us from the deck. It was this scenario that led to me loosing her for the first time at the new house.

I let her out, got busy doing things around the house and then realized it was past time to go pick Chloe up from school. I rushed out of the house. As I was backing out of the driveway, I see a black dog in my rearview mirror. I think to myself, "Hmmm, that dog looks an awful lot like Ninja." This wasn't the first time I saw a dog at that construction site, believe it or not. Some workers bring their dogs with them. But then it dawned on me, "oh no! I never let Ninja back in. That's Ninja!" 

I quickly put the car in park, ran out into the driveway and started calling Ninja from across the street. She was in no particular hurry to reach me. She was enjoying her exploration adventure. But I had no time for her to dilly dally. I'm already late picking up Chloe. I express my frustration with myself and her with the ever encouraging emphatic yelling of, "NINJA, GET OVER HERE NOW!" She obviously is now aware that I mean business and her joyride is over. She didn't look too happy to see me. 

So she starts sauntering across the street. Two cars are parked in front of my house blocking my view down the street. Unbeknownst to me there is a minivan backing up down the street on a collision course with Ninja right in front of my house. It all happened in slow motion. Once the minivan comes into view I see Ninja 6 feet from its wheels. I run out into the street between the car and Ninja waving my arms wildly and yelling, "STOP! STOP!"  Ninja unknowingly continues her saunter reaching our driveway in the nick of time. The lady behind the wheel stops and looks at me warily. She starts to roll down her window being as I'm still in the middle of the street and blocking her from her continued reverse position. I say, "Sorry, there was a dog in the middle of the street." And she looks at me blankly. I then realize she doesn't speak English. I say, "perro" as if that one word will explain everything. She just rolls her window back up and continues her backward quest.

I quickly analyze the situation with Ninja. Her feet are caked in mud from all her adventuring around construction sites for the past 30 minutes. I have no time to clean her feet (it takes about 15 minutes). I instruct her to sit in the middle of the garage while I lower the garage door. She looks forlorn. She knows her adventuring has come to an end and this is her punishment - being stuck in the garage with mud on her feet til I get back. What a way to end a fun day.

Is This The Model Home?

2/07/2018 — cori

Funny but true story. Some random people walked into our new house that we were already living in thinking it was a model home. Here's what happened:

Our house was the first on our street to be finished. There is still alot of construction all around us. It's not uncommon for the sales people to send customers to finished spec houses to go check them out.

Chuck has an awesome office set up in our finished basement. He can't really hear what's happening upstairs on the main level. On this particular day, I was away from the house. Chuck was on a conference call with work. But he thought he heard noise upstairs. So he put his call on hold and ran upstairs to check it out because he was sure I wasn't at home.

Turns out two people were standing in our entry way, shoes off staring to walk down the hallway towards the living room. Chuck is still at the top of the stairs and is a little befuddled by their presence. They ask, "Is this the model home?" He says, "No...this is a private residence."

The potential new home buyers had two different reactions. The wife was mortified and immediately started putting her shoes back on and backing out the door. The husband continued walking down the hall towards our living room asking, "So is that a bay window?"

Chuck was like, "I'd love to show you around, but I work from home and right now I'm in the middle of a meeting, so I need to ask you to leave." Awkward!

Lesson learned: lock the front door.

Jan 21, 2018

A New Beginning

1/21/2018 — cori

Last week we moved into our new house after a long six month wait. But it was so worth it!

A must before entering our house. :)

We've spent the last week assembling every type of furniture imaginable. 

Chuck spent a lot of time on this ladder replacing approximately 5 light fixtures. We still have 7 more to go. Off with the old....

And up with the new!

We unpacked so many boxes. We had the kids off-loading all our boxes into the dumpsters at the active build sites around us. Of course, they found a way to make this mundane task super fun. At one point when I went out to the garage to check on them Bennett tells me, "Mom, I can't find Chloe." I obviously wasn't worried cuz I replied, "Well....she'll show up eventually." That was not the response they were hoping for. They wanted me to panic and look in all the boxes and then Chloe would jump out at me. I'm on to their adolescent ways...I didn't fall off the turnip truck yesterday.

Chloe couldn't be the only one having all the fun in a box. So Bennett fit himself into one as well. They were sure to save some for future fun as well. Way to plan ahead kids!

Just throwing the boxes in the dumpster isn't good enough. We wanted to hide them. So Bennett is smooshing down all the boxes in the dumpster per our request. It's fun being our kids. 

The very first morning I woke up in the new house I hurriedly checked out back for the sunrise and was greeted with this. I think sunrise might be my favorite time of the day.

Jan 12, 2018

First Birthday Alone

1/12/2018 — cori

My sweet-all-grown-up boy is marking another of life's milestone's this week. He'll be celebrating his 19th birthday alone.  All of his firsts are also all of my firsts. 

This will be the first year we haven't gotten up early and sleepy-eyed to wake him up singing "Happy Birthday" to him in bed and giving him his wake-up gift before doing anything else in our day. 

This will be the first year I haven't made him his favorite meal for his birthday dinner.

This will be the first year I haven't made him a special cake. 

This will be the first birthday we're not in the same state. 

This will be the first year we're not all at the dinner table sharing with the birthday boy what we love most about him. On every family member's birthday we always give them lots of verbal affirmation gifts. We want them to know exactly what we appreciate, admire, and love most in and about them. I'd say it's worked out pretty well for us over the years as the kids are now the first to initiate such kind words.

This will be the first birthday he has no presents to open. We gave him a birthday gift before he left back to school this past weekend. He was thrilled with it. But then I had two extra small things that I wrapped and wanted him to take back with him in his duffel bag so he could open something on his actual birthday. He said no. Two reasons: 1) no room in the bag, and 2) apparently its too awkward to open birthday gifts in front of your roommate.

I know this will be the first of many more to come. I'll be better with those, I imagine. But firsts are usually harder than the rest - you've never travelled down this road before, you don't know what to expect yet. I find that I'm simultaneously thrilled and sad that he's already left the nest. I'm thrilled with excitement about his future, how he feels a sense of fulfillment and inclusion in his college experience, and the thoughtful, kind, mature, intelligent, reserved young man he's grown up to be. I'm sad because that's what I had hoped for him all these years yet never knew they would actually ever come. You get so busy living your daily mundane life, you forget time is passing. It's a good sad though - with it comes immense gratitude, humility, and lots of precious memories. 

Jan 3, 2018

The Soundtrack Of My Childhood

1/03/2018 — cori
We just got an Alexa for Christmas. This has added a whole new dimension to our family time as we vie for her attention. We seem to all yell commands at her at the same time. such as: "ALEXA, PLAY ED SHEERAN, GOO DOLLS, LECRAE, BLAH, BLAH, BLAH" only to hear her to say: "Sorry, I don't know that one."(Welcome to my world Alexa - my people have been talking at me all at the same time their whole lives, they know no different.) Of course it goes without saying that we have to speak in all CAPS when we talk to her. We also have some mumblers in our group. Alexa really doesn't like mumbling. The joys of technology.

It's not like I didn't grow up without technology. We always had the latest greatest. My Bapchie was on the cutting edge of technology. She even owned a purple mustang that had an 8-track cassette player in the car. I LOVED it! Especially when I got to ride in the front seat and pick out any 8 track that I wanted. My choices varied between Conway Twitty and Polish Polkas. I still love Polka music to this day.

Needless to say, my parents came of age in the 60s and would have none of the classy polkas of their parent's generation. My Dad was super into his reel-to-reel player. I still have no clue how one works or what you do to it. We were never allowed to touch it. But we did get to listen to his favorite music that he so delicately placed upon the player and turned on for us to enjoy.

My Dad loves ohms and volts and amps and math and stuff like that. So this little device was right up his alley. All I cared about was singing along to my favorite songs. At the time they were the ones that our parents listened to such as:

"We Don't Need No Education" the 1979 classic by Pink Floyd. I personally loved it because of all the children singing in the background. I had no clue what it meant. I honestly just today looked up the story behind the song. Then there was the Eagles classic, "Hotel California" that was another one of the soundtracks of my childhood. My Dad was (and still is) all about Classic Rock. 

My Mom was in love with Neil Diamond. So I was too. His songs are so classic that even my kids now think they're cool. Alexa is very familiar with the phrase, "ALEXA, PLAY SWEET CAROLINE". I feel like a kid again when I hear this nostalgic music filling the air. 

Then there came a time in our lives when we were no longer allowed to listen to all this "secular music". We became "religious".  My parents boxed up their precious albums and reel-to-reel player and set them in the attic for years. Not knowing any different, I took up the "Christian Music Only" baton and would belt out tunes with Psalty the Singing Songbook on my brown Fisher Price tape recorder. As you can see, I'm still very technologically advanced.  

From here I still stayed with the christian music genre only. But I did upgrade my technology a bit. I was given this sweet boombox for my 16th or 17th birthday. Dual cassette player!! Twice all that 80s synthesizer, echoey music! That means I could slice my own cassettes and create unique tapes with multiple (christian) artists all on one tape - the genius of it (nowadays we call this a playlist). I even made my future husband a tape that I was very proud of.  I gave it to him as a gift when he moved to Ohio in 11th grade. 
I can't remember all the groups I included on the tape. But I do remember one group quite well. Its because they were THE COOLEST christian group a teen could listen to in the late 80s/early 90s. They were incognito christians. You couldn't tell from the name of their album, but once you listened to their lyrics, you knew you were getting preached to. I personally thought DC TALK was as cool as you could get. Our parents could be assured that there was no back-masking going on here.

Well that's all I've got on my little journey down my musical memory lane. I did take my uber sweet boombox off to college with me. Along with all my Precious Moments figurines. I wasn't popular in college. I grew up. I learned that pop music doesn't send you to hell. I eventually upgraded to a cd player, an mp3 player, itunes on an ipod and then an iphone. I never saw Alexa coming. But she's pretty cool to have around - if I can get a word in edgewise, that is. 

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