So Wednesday (which is about an hour away for me right now) is our 20th wedding anniversary. It's strange that to me it seems it can't possibly have been that long and yet it seems like it's been forever. I'm not sure what that says, but there it is. 
I lost my desire for gifts and flowers and things of that sort some time ago, I guess when I lost my Christmas spirit. Now I'm much happier not marking these sorts of occasions in any way with gifts, so none will be exchanged between us. But still ... 20 years, all the same.
I remember my parents' 25th wedding anniversary because we had a huge party for them. I was only 12, so I didn't have to do a whole lot of planning, but it was still a fun day and we have photos. My mom wore a long dress with a lime-green skirt (very '70s ... the REAL '70s) and she looked gorgeous in it with her auburn hair. Dad, who has always hated to dress up (I am my father's daughter) wore a blazer and tie. In June, they will mark their 60th wedding anniversary.
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Last weekend we went to basketball games both Friday and Saturday, two on each night. A guy had a young girl there; I'd say she was about 10 years old. She had something going on ... autism or some self-control issue. I dunno. I am not a child behavior expert, except to know when they're driving me crazy.
Anyway, in this arena, you enter at the top and walk down to sit. We always sit at seats right below the top railing and behind us is another set of bleachers they rarely use. They're pushed back so there's a big, wide-open space of cement back there. It's sort of the daycare because parents bring their kids to the game and let them loose back there. Sometimes it's OK, but often it fills up with a dozen kids racing around and screaming and it drives me crazy. I just want to trip them all.
But this weekend, there weren't many kids there. This guy brought his daughter up there to let off steam, I think. They usually sat on the other side, but came over behind us and the daughter would roll around and around on the floor and then periodically get up and stand on the railing. She often screamed and let out yelps and other utterances.
At one point, she got up on the railing directly behind us and let out an ear-piercing scream. I hadn't seen her get up there, and it started holy hell out of me. This was about a foot from the ear that's been most affected by my jaw pain, and it set it off aching and ringing worse than ever. The guy grabbed her right away but honestly, he knew she was going to do it. He stood and watched her stand on the railings and scream a dozen other times, just not in my ear. It really hurt.
OK, whatever. Then a little later, she is once more rolling around and around on the floor and it's not like she's a toddler, so she's really covering some ground. She goes barreling into a huge plastic garbage can that's also up against the rail and the resulting crash and commotion scared the pants off the old people sitting with their backs to her.
Comes a time when you just gotta exercise a little more parental control. Yes, we're sympathetic, but we also have the right to enjoy the game without having our hearing destroyed. I will say I'm glad she rolled into the trash can and not down the steps, which were right next to the can. I'm not sure she would have stopped until she reached the bottom. 
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Merry Christmas, Jeanie!! 
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