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Jukebox Hero and So Much More!!! September 12, 2008

Filed under: Family News,Something New,Uncategorized — familydunn @ 12:12 am

I’ve had the same best friend for the last 11 years!  When I was 15 I wrecked her car and her insurance wouldn’t pay for it.  Apparently they didn’t believe that the deer hit her.  True, it hit me!  When I was 16, she taught me how to play the guitar.  Once we were turning onto an Interstate ramp and her steering wheel locked up.  A man who lived across the street came over to help us.  He asked us if we had any weed.  We were like “No.  We’re 16.”  Ah, give it time, folks.  When I was 17 I drove out of town by myself for the first time to visit her at college.  She used to wear a shirt that said TIE ME TO THE BEDPOST.  It was a reference to an Eve6 song.  Remember them?  When I was 18 I dropped out of a little band called Dreamfast because I was just riding the coattails of her talent.  We also got on a plane and went across country together.  Ate dinner with Chilli Willi.  When I was 19, well, she just put up with me.  When I was 20 she invited me to a show they played at this bar in Little Rock.  It was Halloween and all I remember is this man who was wearing panty hose with nothing over them.  Ok, that was weird.  Think about that for awhile.  When I was 21, well, that was a crazy time for her.  There’s a very memorable hives breakout.  When I was 22 I was so foolish.  I don’t have many memories of her that year because I was so foolish.  When I was 23 I told her I was sorry because I was so foolish.  She taught me how to do shots.  It was my first all night dance party.  And she reminded me who I am.  When I was 24 we spent a lot of time in a car together.  I was not fun to be around, but she was.  She gave me a chance to see some things I’d never seen, and do some things I’d never done.  Thanks!  When I was 25 I had the time of my life because of her.  A time I often miss and would trade for not a thing in the world.  She held my sobbing head when I found out my mom had cancer.  She held it over the toilet more than a few times.  She turned green in my arms once, and once she had to get me ready for bed.  She told me to quit smoking, and gave me stuff that made lights pretty, music prettier, and love lovlier.  She held my heart when it beat too hard.  And my belly when I found out about a tiny little life inside it. 

She loves The Colts.  Tom DeLonge.  Puppies.  Nina and Louise.  Being inappropriately funny.  Babies.  Alcohol.  Chicken wings.  Cards.  Dice.  Boys -and a few girls.  Pretend stripteases.  Fun.  TV.  Music.  Working hard.  Salami.  Beetlejuice.  And she’ll give anyone a chance as long as they don’t tell her to show her boobies.

She dislikes mean people (unless it’s funny, see above). Tony C.  Marijuana highs.  Tour travels.  Booking.  Waking up.  Republicans.  Small minds.  Money or its lacking involvement in her daily life.  Cigarettes.  Boys who yell, “Show us your tits!”

She no longer understands 90s rock. 

She has chronic tummy ouchies.

She single handedly stood up to the army and told them she’d be a paratrooper.  Then, having accomplished her goal, she moved on.

Her hair has been many many many different colors.  Sometimes at the same time.

She’s totally boss of the boys. 

We’ve told countless secrets.  Laughed until we wet our pants.  Cried and hid in the comfort of each other’s cloak.  We’ve fought.  We’ve disagreed on important issues, but still, we are.  We’ve remained we.

And now, at 26, I cried in a recliner that holds as many memories of her as I do, over her grace and good heart.

She did something today that was, for me, one of the most remarkable things that a human being can do.  She helped a kid. 

Thank you, Iams.  You are one of a kind!  A hero.  I love you, you little bitch!

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Day One Hour Eleven September 2, 2008

Filed under: Family News,Pictures,Scott,Something New,Uncategorized — familydunn @ 10:33 pm

      Oh, Public Education.  How you are failing our children!  How you, Public Education, you of great potential, listened and adhered to such fouled prophecies of governmental proportions, not to mention the current trend of omitting competitive opportunities masked as “equality”.  How you’ve failed to care for the children in your care, been afraid to show a backbone, much less a heart, and then complained about “discipline” and how hard it is for you.  How you’ve bred cynicism into every crevice that would hold it!  Oh, Public Education.  My child will roam your halls one day…and you will me at PTA.  Prepare yourself Public Ed.  I am coming, ready or not.

That being said, MY HUSBAND IS A NEW TEACHER!!!   YAY!!!  And that is not sarcasm, folks!  That’s the sound of a “for real” celebration.  We couldn’t be any happier about it!  First you get the schedule:  The glorious schedule!  Scott and I have been married for a year and a half and we have never, I repeat, never had time off together from our jobs that was not filled with some daunting task such as interviewing for out-or-town jobs, finding a house, taking care of stolen credit cards and bank statements, or telling our parents we were having a baby after a whole month and a half of dating.  But just so you know, we did take a vacation together during that month and a half.  Props to that vaca for sending us little Cass!  Note to self and future children:  If you are not yet ready to be knocked up, don’t vaca with you’re unwed honey.  Life Lesson from me to you!

Honestly, I could go on and on about that.  I could write a whole 8 long posts about it, but I won’t.  In the words of Michael Scott it would be “TMI” and plus, you know, my mom reads this…

Not only is it a pretty righteous schedule, Scott is actually doing something he loves and you know what the best part is?  He’s doing something that matters!  Everyday he can make a difference in the life of some 14 or 15 year old.  The beautiful thing is that this is the reason he took the job.  To make a difference.  So that he could do something that would feed his soul. 

I’ve talked to many teachers that have said the exact opposite.  That school sucks the life out of them.  I’m sure it’s a terribly draining, exhausting job.  In the past few weeks I’ve seen Scott more tired than I’ve ever seen him before.  The physical demands are much more than most of the public assumes, but the mental demands are almost unfathomable for those who intend to influence their students.  It’s hard for a middle class white man in his early 30s to relate to a 14 year old black boy from a poor neighborhood.  Teachers have their work cut out for them, and I commend the ones who are brave enough to roll up their sleeves and get to work, share their hearts, make themselves vulnerable to the less fortunate, and show themselves genuine.  Kudos to you, Scott.  You are the hero in my book.  Fight your battles!  Fight the good fight!  I’ll be cheering you on from behind the scenes until Kindergarten 2013, when you’ll have to drag me by my hair kicking and screaming from the PTA meetings.  I love you!

Because I am doing this blog as a “baby book” of sorts, I want to include lots of pictures.  I don’t actually keep up with Cass’ baby book so I hope one day she can just look back at these posts and learn about how her mommy and daddy were when she was just a babe.

This is Scott leaving for his first day of school.  With his backpack and lunchbox.  I wish I had a kindergarten picture of him too.  I couldn’t rotate the one that’s sideways.  I’m not real techie!

   

This is Daddy in the car.  He’s on his way!

Mommy and Cass sitting on the porch waiting for Dad to get home.

    

Cass’ big toe is a riot in my family.  She’s always sticking it out just like this!

We see Scooter comin’ down the drive!

  

When he gets out of the car and sees me his glasses fog.  That’s cause I’m so freakin’ hot!  Yeah!

 

Figuring Out This Blog Thing… April 13, 2008

Filed under: Cassidy,Marriage,Scott,Something New — familydunn @ 4:14 am

Scott and I are very productive people. Two days ago we celebrated the year anniversary of our first date. A year ago it was April 8th, Easter Sunday. We went to a Mexican restaurant and discussed mixing queso and salsa, Jesus, family, drugs, and work. I have to say it was the first date I’ve ever been on where the man actually had chivalry. He opened all the doors, paid for my meal, treated me like a lady. He didn’t even try to kiss me!

A year later we are married and have a black kitty named Posey and a 5 week old baby girl called Cass.

All The Dunn Girls!

We’re just figuring out life as it comes (kinda like this blog) and chasing down our dreams – kid and cat in tow.