Sharing some love with the Portland Timbers (MLS champs!)

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Here’s the thing…

I’m not really a soccer fan. I’ve never been to a Timbers game. I’ve never watched an entire Timbers game all the way through. (I’m not even sure if I should call it a “game” or a “match.” I’m not sure how much of English football terminology is used over here.)

I am, however, a rabid Portland Trail Blazers fan. I love my team; I can name all the guys and identify them by sight. (Okay… maybe not Luis Montero. I need to get on that.) I understand basketball, love the nuances of the game, listen to sports radio in my car to hear people talk about the team. I get mad when my husband wants to fast-forward through timeouts and halftime reports.

I can only imagine how I would feel if the Blazers won the NBA title. I’d be going INSANE. I might meet them at the airport. I would definitely be attending the parade. The Timbers Army are at least as fanatical as Rip City; it was madness at PDX today, and I imagine it will be crazy downtown tomorrow.

So to all of you out there, a million congratulations on your record-breaking win. (A goal in the first 27 seconds? Fair play!) See that photo up there? It’s the tag from the scarf I bought at the Blazer game the other night. It is green on one side and red on the other, but both sides sport an axe and a pinwheel. I’m not jumping on your bandwagon, but I sure can appreciate your achievement.

Way to represent Portland, Timbers! I can’t wait until the Blazers get another chance to do so!

Plan #24 – Have a wonderful day

My birthday was a very good day.

I woke up slowly and luxuriated in checking social media on my phone before I even sat up. There is something so nice about waking up early but not needing to be anywhere!

We picked up Addison and headed to Original Pancake House for breakfast, then came home and played a few hands of Dominion. I won the first hand, David won the second, and I crushed both David and Quinland on the third. I don’t even think they let me win!

I then spent a leisurely afternoon cuddled in bed with my dog, just reading story after story on my Kindle. I recently got a trial of Kindle Unlimited, and I am making the very most of it. I suppose all the latest and greatest bestsellers are not available that way, but self-published fan fiction seems to abound!

When David asked me how I wanted to spend the day, I had proposed all sorts of things: going to the Woodburn Outlet Mall, eating lemon cake at Pastini, working on the scrapbook room. The first two went out the window when I decided to read all day, but once I got up from that, we made awesome progress on the scrapbook room. A lot of that involved moving boxes onto the guest room bed, but now there is free space on the floor to start sorting things out. I can’t wait!

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No, I’m not burning everything from the scrapbook room, although sometimes I think it sounds a lot easier.

After David made us a lovely Mexican meal (kind of tapas-style, with little plates of everything), Quinland made a fire and we played a very relaxed game of Outburst with Q and Addison. Bones curled up in his dog bed and we were all warm and comfy.

I got some special gifts, phone calls and texts, and a zillion Facebook birthday wishes over the course of the day, so I felt very loved. It was a perfect birthday in every respect. (Just ask Quinland, who will attest to how many times I loudly proclaimed the sheer goodness of my birthday over the course of the day!)

Happy birthday to Mr. Sweetness and Kindness!

Years ago, we played a game with Quinland where we each had to tell something we loved about the others and something we loved about ourselves. Invariably, Quinland’s response about me would be something like, “I love Mama because she works so hard!” or “I love Mama because she works hard for the family!” while her response about David would be, “I love Dada because he is so sweet and nice!”

This used to bug the heck out of me. Was I not also sweet and nice? And all this “hard worker” stuff made me sound like a martyr of a mother, standing around saying, “After all the hard work I do around here…”

And while David can definitely be sweet and nice and kind and gentle and all the other adjectives that Q would throw his way, those weren’t always the ones I would think of first if I were asked to describe him.

What would I think of first? Smart, smart, smart. Playful. Funny. Passionate. Principled. Intense. Serially obsessed with one hobby or another. Thrifty. Thrilled to see exotic places, meet exotic people, play exotic board games. I could go on and on; I know him pretty well.

But you know what? I could not be more thrilled that when Quinland thinks about her dad, she thinks about his softer side first. To her, he is all that is good and kind. She knows about the other side of him (“Be very careful when you buy bread! Don’t spend more than 10 krone!”), but she knows that, fundamentally, what matters is that he is so loving… and so lovable.

I know that, too – without a doubt – but I would do well to remember it first.

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I’m grateful for my wonderful husband. I love that boy, and I am so lucky to have had him in my life for more than 25 years.  Happy, happy birthday!