Friday, July 26, 2013

Celebrating 237 Years of Freedom

Flag pants are appropriate for celebrating Independence Day on the National Mall.
They say that a picture is worth a thousand words, therefore this blog post is worth 6,000 words.  I wish I had know that in college.  My essays would have been a lot shorter.

Mom and Catie came up to DC for July 4th weekend.  We spent Independence Day exploring the National Mall.  We saw the diamonds at the National Museum of Natural History, oogled the first lady gowns at the National Museum of American History, and ate sushi in Chinatown.

Detroit Tigers hat photobomb. Yankees suck.
The day culminated with a concert and fireworks on the steps of the Capital Building.  We got there about half an hour before the show started, but still managed to find a decent seat on the grass.  If we stood on our feet we could sort of see the stage.

Seeing the fireworks for the trees.
Edz was very concerned that we wouldn't be able to see the fireworks.  Fireworks are in the sky, you just have to look up.  Our view was fine.


Remember when this blog was more than just a collection of photos?  Yeah, me neither.  I swear I think about things I'm going to sit down and write, I just somehow never seem to get around to doing it.  It makes we wonder how Kirida still manages to blog?  She's got a job, two kids, and has a budding stand up comedy career.  What do I do besides play video games and sit on airplanes between islands in the Pacific?  Oh, that's right.  That takes up most of my time.

Edz celebrated her first year of freedom in a pink shirt.
My job the last three years preempts we from writing about things that I do work.  Years ago this blog was all about tree plantings, beach cleanups, coral reefs, teaching kids stuff, and of course drinking beer, and Saipan bikini girls, lots of bikini girls.  It made you feel good and it looked great, the blogging equivalent of working out!


I don't write about my environmental initiatives anymore (at least on this blog) and the bikini girls don't want to hang out with me because I've morphed into the fat creepy old guy.  And my fat creepy old guy friends don't like having their pictures taken.

2 comments:

kirida said...

I let TV raise my kids. That's what works for me!

And you have great photos!

Deece said...

Nice. I spent Independence Day in DC about 22 or 23 years ago. I hope to take my kids there one day.

And I seriously don't know how Mona does it. I get so little sleep nowadays that I can hardly string together two coherent sentences. And forget about pictures. I take them and they sit on my memory cards.