Me to Dad ( a classical music fan), "I am listening to classical music while I work on my computer. Voluntarily.
Hm."
Dad, "I tell ya, the world's goin' to hell in a handbasket!"
Showing posts with label dad. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dad. Show all posts
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Sunday, January 31, 2010
Bootsie's a Happy Girl
Many who have met my parents' dog, Bootsie would not find her to be a well-adjusted creature. Around her family she is comfortable and joyous, but bring a stranger into the mix and she becomes a basket case. Since a person has to spend time with her many many times before she no longer considers them a stranger and will sit at their feet and look into their eyes at the same time (how brave!), I thought I would share this video. Just so "others" can see how cute she is.
Considering she has recently developed a fear of cameras, I was excited when she didn't notice me wielding mine during this playtime with Dad.
Considering she has recently developed a fear of cameras, I was excited when she didn't notice me wielding mine during this playtime with Dad.
013110 happy bootsie from Cydney Scott on Vimeo.
Friday, October 31, 2008
Center for the Performing Arts
I'm proud of my Mom. I'm proud of my Dad. But Thursday night was one of those nights where I had to concentrate to not blurt out, "I'm Cydney Scott...as in Peter Scott's daughter!" to every person I met.
Years ago, my Dad became the president of the CPA, the Center for the Performing Arts, an organization whose goal it is to build a decent performing arts center for the high school and the community. At my high school, our smaller theater productions were performed in a lecture hall, where there were "butt-pinching seats" as my Dad described them.
I remember being concerned when Dad told me he was becoming president. It would be stressful, I knew, and my Dad never walks away from something until it's done and done right. He said, though, that he would stay on for six months and then pass on the presidency to someone else. Years later, my dad is still an active member of the group.
First, it was going to be a separate building. Dad would go and pitch the project to people in an effort to get donations...preferably large ones. Maybe ones big enough to have the Center named after the donor?
It's been a struggle. Money promised to the group through grants from the government have fallen through. Not just with this group, but with most community organizations who were relying on grants.
The Center is now being built out of the lecture hall where the butt-pinching seats were at the high school.
But with the lack of funds, there will be a lack of completion.
There was a small opening for the Center on Thursday. An effort to show people what's happening there, the progress which has been made, and how they can help to complete it. A $250 donation buys you a seat. The purchaser of the new cushy, fire engine red non-butt-pinching theater seat will not literally go home with said seat. After all, it's meant to be bolted to the floor. But, it does buy you a shiny plaque with your name on it, or the name of you kids, or you dog, or whatever, and the pride of knowing you helped this project come to completion.
To help out, go here!
Testing the sample seat (which is not the color they will ultimately be)
The handicap accessible technical box.
Dad shows off the black ceilings in the theater.
Part of the evening's entertainment.
How the place looks currently. The chairs don't stay (they were there for the event), and there will be risers there. Eventually. If you buy a chair, it may be sooner!
Years ago, my Dad became the president of the CPA, the Center for the Performing Arts, an organization whose goal it is to build a decent performing arts center for the high school and the community. At my high school, our smaller theater productions were performed in a lecture hall, where there were "butt-pinching seats" as my Dad described them.
I remember being concerned when Dad told me he was becoming president. It would be stressful, I knew, and my Dad never walks away from something until it's done and done right. He said, though, that he would stay on for six months and then pass on the presidency to someone else. Years later, my dad is still an active member of the group.
First, it was going to be a separate building. Dad would go and pitch the project to people in an effort to get donations...preferably large ones. Maybe ones big enough to have the Center named after the donor?
It's been a struggle. Money promised to the group through grants from the government have fallen through. Not just with this group, but with most community organizations who were relying on grants.
The Center is now being built out of the lecture hall where the butt-pinching seats were at the high school.
But with the lack of funds, there will be a lack of completion.
There was a small opening for the Center on Thursday. An effort to show people what's happening there, the progress which has been made, and how they can help to complete it. A $250 donation buys you a seat. The purchaser of the new cushy, fire engine red non-butt-pinching theater seat will not literally go home with said seat. After all, it's meant to be bolted to the floor. But, it does buy you a shiny plaque with your name on it, or the name of you kids, or you dog, or whatever, and the pride of knowing you helped this project come to completion.
To help out, go here!
Testing the sample seat (which is not the color they will ultimately be)
The handicap accessible technical box.
Dad shows off the black ceilings in the theater.
Part of the evening's entertainment.
How the place looks currently. The chairs don't stay (they were there for the event), and there will be risers there. Eventually. If you buy a chair, it may be sooner!Monday, March 31, 2008
Dad's Not Visiting Anymore! : (
Thumbs down. Dad is gone! We had a great time, though. Sunday, we went to see a polo match. From there, we went to Costco where he (and Mom) contributed towards my purchase of an iPod Nano for my birthday. Very exciting.
We went to dinner and then to see "Vantage Point". Once Dad got over (or maybe he never did) the movie's Groundhog Day storytelling, we thought it was quite enjoyable.
Today we went for breakfast at John G's. If you have not yet visited me here in the Sunshine State, then you have not been there and you are missing out in more ways than you know. With bellies full of cinnamon nut french toast, we drove to Ikea. I have never been, so it was quite an experience. Very cool.
We came back, had a small(ish) lunch, ice cream, then I took him to the airport before heading into the office to get some work done before heading to a shoot this evening.
My dad's awesome. I'm glad he's mine and not yours.
I don't know why it was OK for this kid to play in the grass mulch pesticided stuff at the polo match. Ew.
Oliver likes the rug I got for the kitchen at Ikea.
We went to dinner and then to see "Vantage Point". Once Dad got over (or maybe he never did) the movie's Groundhog Day storytelling, we thought it was quite enjoyable.
Today we went for breakfast at John G's. If you have not yet visited me here in the Sunshine State, then you have not been there and you are missing out in more ways than you know. With bellies full of cinnamon nut french toast, we drove to Ikea. I have never been, so it was quite an experience. Very cool.
We came back, had a small(ish) lunch, ice cream, then I took him to the airport before heading into the office to get some work done before heading to a shoot this evening.
My dad's awesome. I'm glad he's mine and not yours.
I don't know why it was OK for this kid to play in the grass mulch pesticided stuff at the polo match. Ew.
Oliver likes the rug I got for the kitchen at Ikea.Sunday, March 30, 2008
Dad's Visiting!
My Dad's visiting! Yesterday, we went for a very nice brunch at Sailfish Marina. Then, we went over to MacArthur Beach State Park in hopes of renting a kayak. Yesterday was Earth Day however, so the park was all a tizzy with earthy things. So, we watched a flamenco guitarist. He was a bit weird. He kept holding his guitar over his head in a display of his mad skills. At one point, he actually threw the guitar above him head and caught it again in the middle of playing. Huh? Very strange.
The grasshopper that hopped on Dad's shirt at the park.
Dad spotted this funny bumpersticker.
What the bugs look like here. This is a spider.
In the evening we were to Seasons 52. Very good meal. After which we buzzed over the Broward Center for the Performing Arts to see "Wicked"! If you ever have an opportunity to see it, go for it. It is as great as everyone says it is!
More fun today - a possible polo match, some shopping, etc. Weeeee!
The grasshopper that hopped on Dad's shirt at the park.
Dad spotted this funny bumpersticker.
What the bugs look like here. This is a spider.In the evening we were to Seasons 52. Very good meal. After which we buzzed over the Broward Center for the Performing Arts to see "Wicked"! If you ever have an opportunity to see it, go for it. It is as great as everyone says it is!
More fun today - a possible polo match, some shopping, etc. Weeeee!
Monday, January 28, 2008
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