Crazy Train

A few days ago, I woke up quite sore, but not the usual aches and pains that accompany waking up the day after a grueling soccer game; this was a different beast entirely. The previous day, I had helped Daniel clean the entire house, a necessary chore that had probably been neglected for far too long. We vacuumed carpets, wiped floors, washed kitchen counters, cleaned windows, cut the lawn, watered the plants, even picked the clothes off the floors of our respective rooms.  And from these various tasks not only did we gain a tidy house and sore bodies, but a deeper respect for all the work mom does for the family and house that is oft overlooked.
As you can tell I am not acclimated to all the ins and outs of house work, but it is just another thing to familiarize myself with during these crazy times. A few goals I have:
- Learning what every button on the washing machine means
-Figure out which attachment goes on the end of the vacuum
-How to prepare a meal besides cereal
However, the true documentation that shows that everything is not as it usually is happens to be a photo of mom from a few weeks ago. It has taken much begging and convincing to let her release the photo to the blogosphere,  but eventually she agreed that the additional views and energy it would add to the blog would be worth it. Enjoy this once and a lifetime opportunity to view Deborah with a mohawk! A symbolic haircut that according to wikipedia is associated with punk rock subculture and anti-authoritarian beliefs! Imagine, my own mom, who won't even wear blue jeans, pledging her allegiance to a league of such influential anarchistic icons with her coiffure such as:
-Ramones
-Sex Pistols
-Mr. T
-David Beckham?
All in all, in the words of another counterculture muse, "The times they are a-changing." All we can do change with them and continue living and learning, and enjoying the little moments, such as giving your mom a mohawk!
Saul

Rockstarr!