Oh-blah-di...

I was talking with a friend from high school today about sewing and Pinterest and other such things.

Sometimes talking to a person can bring up a memory that has been hidden for awhile...

[Dreamy music sequence here...]



My parents and I lived four blocks away from the high school.

When I was a freshman in high school, I was only 14.  No driving for me for awhile.

So, my friend, Lyndsee, and her dad (who was the orchestra teacher) would pick me up every morning and take me to school.


Let me just paint that one out for ya:


They drove from the middle of town, PASSED the high school, drove four more blocks, and picked me up. 

And I REALLY appreciated it.  (On a side note, I ran into Lyndsee's dad at a wedding I photographed last year, and he said that he always starts out every school year telling his orchestra students about how he used to pick up his daughter's friend...who only lived four blocks away.  I'm freakin' famous.)

Anyways.

It seemed that almost every day we would blast "Oh-blah-di, Oh-blah-da" by the Beatles the entire four blocks to school. 

7:00 in the morning--sure, why not blast some Beatles, eh?

And we would sing our little hearts out the entire four blocks (and generally have to stay in the car until the song finally ended.)


And I have to say--high school was alright to me. 

Maybe it was because I always started my day out with such an upbeat song, sang it at the top of my lungs like it was nobody's business, and laughed hysterically before I even entered school.


I'm thinking each morning, before I walk out of our bedroom, I need to bring back the "Oh-blah-di."

My husband and kids might think I've officially lost it, but hey--if it helps days like today (grrrrrrr....) start out better, I'm up for it.

Won't you join me in belting out a great song?




P.S.---->   That's how my husband won me over.  He walked up to me the first night we met and said, "Girl, I like your face."


Just kidding.