John and I in the doorway to my Hobbiton dorm room, circa Winter 1990.
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C'est moi
I was raised Mormon, but now I'm a hippie Quaker living in the OC with my two teenage kids: CatGirl & GameBoy.
Twenty-six years ago I lost my right leg to bone cancer. Awhile ago I had an antibiotic-resistant infection in my lower left leg, and now I'm healing from surgery and feeling better every day.
I like gardening, making history, outrigger canoeing, trying new things, and my afternoon cup of tea.
"You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think."
~Christopher Robin, Pooh's Grand Adventure
Contact: remyjATucidotedu
Twenty-six years ago I lost my right leg to bone cancer. Awhile ago I had an antibiotic-resistant infection in my lower left leg, and now I'm healing from surgery and feeling better every day.
I like gardening, making history, outrigger canoeing, trying new things, and my afternoon cup of tea.
"You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think."
~Christopher Robin, Pooh's Grand Adventure
Contact: remyjATucidotedu
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5 comments:
That is totally my favorite John Hughes movie.
LOL - anyone remember Zach from Saved by the Bell? That is SO his haircut (but darker, of course) on John in that picture!!!
Isn't that the same doorway of the infamous "bra incident"?
Story!
Ok, here's the story:
So when we were first dating, John seemed not to know his own strength. When he hugged me after a date, it was no delicate little embrace, but was a more of a back-cracking squeeze. I think this had something to do with his naivete (he hadn't dated much) and his boundless enthusiasm.
So one day we were standing in my doorway and he was giving me one of these python hugs and he squeezed so tight that the front clasp on my bra broke. From John's perspective, this was kinda scary--all of a sudden he felt this huge pop and release. He leapt back, scared that he'd broken something. Well he had, but nothing too serious. :)
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