Yesterday was the #15thAnniversary of #SupermanReturns.
Thanks for all the love!
So grateful that the film has created so many positive & memorable experiences. 🙏🏼❤️😄
To celebrate, here are some of my favorite moments, as photographed by the incomparable, #DavidJames.
#ImAlwaysAround
Yesterday was the #15thAnniversary of #SupermanReturns.
Thanks for all the love!
So grateful that the film has created so many positive & memorable experiences. 🙏🏼❤️😄
To celebrate, here are some of my favorite moments, as photographed by the incomparable, #DavidJames.
#ImAlwaysAround
Yesterday was the #15thAnniversary of #SupermanReturns.
Thanks for all the love!
So grateful that the film has created so many positive & memorable experiences. 🙏🏼❤️😄
To celebrate, here are some of my favorite moments, as photographed by the incomparable, #DavidJames.
#ImAlwaysAround
Yesterday was the #15thAnniversary of #SupermanReturns.
Thanks for all the love!
So grateful that the film has created so many positive & memorable experiences. 🙏🏼❤️😄
To celebrate, here are some of my favorite moments, as photographed by the incomparable, #DavidJames.
#ImAlwaysAround
#FullyVaccinated!
2nd dose of #Moderna done!
Definitely felt my body mounting a strong immune response day of, and day after, and it did not feel great. But second day was much better, and third day I was back to normal. 👍🏻
Thank you science! And humans!
This is me daydreaming….
“It’s so awesome @Warcraft came out with #WoWClassic…
What if they came out with Burning Crusade Classic?!
“Wait…they HAVE?!?!”
#WoW_Partner
Celebrate being #vaccinated & safely celebrate the #10thAnniversary of #ScottPilgrim!
🤞🏻That we all are by April 30th!
#Repost: @edgarwright
Sex Bob-Omb and the Seven Evil Exes back on the big screen? You’d better believe it.
See #ScottPilgrim exclusively in a new @DolbyCinema version starting April 30th. Get tickets at @amctheatres.
#ThisIsTheWay…to #FathersDay…
👏🏻 to @courtneyfordhere & Leo for the epic shirt! 😄❤️
And @courtneyfordhere again, for the #GlutenFreeFunnelCakes!!!
The (baking) force is strong with this one!
#Dadalorian
#HappyFathersDay
#ThisIsTheWay…to #FathersDay…
👏🏻 to @courtneyfordhere & Leo for the epic shirt! 😄❤️
And @courtneyfordhere again, for the #GlutenFreeFunnelCakes!!!
The (baking) force is strong with this one!
#Dadalorian
#HappyFathersDay
#ThisIsTheWay…to #FathersDay…
👏🏻 to @courtneyfordhere & Leo for the epic shirt! 😄❤️
And @courtneyfordhere again, for the #GlutenFreeFunnelCakes!!!
The (baking) force is strong with this one!
#Dadalorian
#HappyFathersDay
#ThisIsTheWay…to #FathersDay…
👏🏻 to @courtneyfordhere & Leo for the epic shirt! 😄❤️
And @courtneyfordhere again, for the #GlutenFreeFunnelCakes!!!
The (baking) force is strong with this one!
#Dadalorian
#HappyFathersDay
#ThisIsTheWay…to #FathersDay…
👏🏻 to @courtneyfordhere & Leo for the epic shirt! 😄❤️
And @courtneyfordhere again, for the #GlutenFreeFunnelCakes!!!
The (baking) force is strong with this one!
#Dadalorian
#HappyFathersDay
#HappyMothersDay to @courtneyfordhere, and to quote Leo, “The best mom ever!”
Seriously, I’m incredibly grateful to have her as my teammate in parenting. She IS the best ever!
#GiverOfTheBestHugs
#BestBaker
#BestStoryteller
#BestBigQuestionsAnswerer
#BestBigFeelingsListener
#BestOwieFixer
…to name but a few. 😄❤️🙏🏼
Hooray for siblings!
And for #vaccines making it possible for them to travel & hug safely!
Amazing to see my sister @sararouthmusic! 🙏🏼❤️😄
#Hugs
#Science
#REPOST (2/3) @courtneyfordhere:
My grandma was an absolute spitfire. She had high expectations of herself, her children and grandchildren, and took exactly zero shit from anyone. Fran Aragon could curse a fool out so thoroughly in both english and spanish that a grown man would end up crying for his mama. You did not mess with her. You did not even think about messing with her, because she could hear your thoughts.
She was small, but to me, she always seemed 6 feet tall. Fiercely protective of her family, she would always pray and light a candle for us when we needed it, but if someone really did us dirty, she’d just wink and say, “don’t worry mijita, I cursed them”, and make the smack smack dusting-off gesture with both her hands. I don’t really believe in curses, but after observing her for a lifetime, I don’t *not* believe.
In high school, I dated a boy who called his abuela “abuelita”, and I asked my grandmother why we didn’t call her abuela/abuelita as well. “Oh no”, she replied. “When I hear ‘abuelita’, I think of the little viejitas knitting in a rocking chair, with the chin hairs así como, pfft *gestures a measurement* No way!” Even when she was officially “old”, she never saw herself that way. She always had young friends who introduced her to new things. Learning anything new was her favorite thing. “Never stop learning, mijita”.
I can’t believe she’s gone. It just doesn’t make sense to my brain. She overcame a terrible health scare six years ago where we almost lost her, but she fought back from the brink. And then she beat Covid. It’s been 6 weeks of hell, but we thought she would beat the secondary infection too. We cheered her on. But another encore was not to be. She finally made her final bow.
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#REPOST (2/3) @courtneyfordhere:
My grandma was an absolute spitfire. She had high expectations of herself, her children and grandchildren, and took exactly zero shit from anyone. Fran Aragon could curse a fool out so thoroughly in both english and spanish that a grown man would end up crying for his mama. You did not mess with her. You did not even think about messing with her, because she could hear your thoughts.
She was small, but to me, she always seemed 6 feet tall. Fiercely protective of her family, she would always pray and light a candle for us when we needed it, but if someone really did us dirty, she’d just wink and say, “don’t worry mijita, I cursed them”, and make the smack smack dusting-off gesture with both her hands. I don’t really believe in curses, but after observing her for a lifetime, I don’t *not* believe.
In high school, I dated a boy who called his abuela “abuelita”, and I asked my grandmother why we didn’t call her abuela/abuelita as well. “Oh no”, she replied. “When I hear ‘abuelita’, I think of the little viejitas knitting in a rocking chair, with the chin hairs así como, pfft *gestures a measurement* No way!” Even when she was officially “old”, she never saw herself that way. She always had young friends who introduced her to new things. Learning anything new was her favorite thing. “Never stop learning, mijita”.
I can’t believe she’s gone. It just doesn’t make sense to my brain. She overcame a terrible health scare six years ago where we almost lost her, but she fought back from the brink. And then she beat Covid. It’s been 6 weeks of hell, but we thought she would beat the secondary infection too. We cheered her on. But another encore was not to be. She finally made her final bow.
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#REPOST (2/3) @courtneyfordhere:
My grandma was an absolute spitfire. She had high expectations of herself, her children and grandchildren, and took exactly zero shit from anyone. Fran Aragon could curse a fool out so thoroughly in both english and spanish that a grown man would end up crying for his mama. You did not mess with her. You did not even think about messing with her, because she could hear your thoughts.
She was small, but to me, she always seemed 6 feet tall. Fiercely protective of her family, she would always pray and light a candle for us when we needed it, but if someone really did us dirty, she’d just wink and say, “don’t worry mijita, I cursed them”, and make the smack smack dusting-off gesture with both her hands. I don’t really believe in curses, but after observing her for a lifetime, I don’t *not* believe.
In high school, I dated a boy who called his abuela “abuelita”, and I asked my grandmother why we didn’t call her abuela/abuelita as well. “Oh no”, she replied. “When I hear ‘abuelita’, I think of the little viejitas knitting in a rocking chair, with the chin hairs así como, pfft *gestures a measurement* No way!” Even when she was officially “old”, she never saw herself that way. She always had young friends who introduced her to new things. Learning anything new was her favorite thing. “Never stop learning, mijita”.
I can’t believe she’s gone. It just doesn’t make sense to my brain. She overcame a terrible health scare six years ago where we almost lost her, but she fought back from the brink. And then she beat Covid. It’s been 6 weeks of hell, but we thought she would beat the secondary infection too. We cheered her on. But another encore was not to be. She finally made her final bow.
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#REPOST (2/3) @courtneyfordhere:
My grandma was an absolute spitfire. She had high expectations of herself, her children and grandchildren, and took exactly zero shit from anyone. Fran Aragon could curse a fool out so thoroughly in both english and spanish that a grown man would end up crying for his mama. You did not mess with her. You did not even think about messing with her, because she could hear your thoughts.
She was small, but to me, she always seemed 6 feet tall. Fiercely protective of her family, she would always pray and light a candle for us when we needed it, but if someone really did us dirty, she’d just wink and say, “don’t worry mijita, I cursed them”, and make the smack smack dusting-off gesture with both her hands. I don’t really believe in curses, but after observing her for a lifetime, I don’t *not* believe.
In high school, I dated a boy who called his abuela “abuelita”, and I asked my grandmother why we didn’t call her abuela/abuelita as well. “Oh no”, she replied. “When I hear ‘abuelita’, I think of the little viejitas knitting in a rocking chair, with the chin hairs así como, pfft *gestures a measurement* No way!” Even when she was officially “old”, she never saw herself that way. She always had young friends who introduced her to new things. Learning anything new was her favorite thing. “Never stop learning, mijita”.
I can’t believe she’s gone. It just doesn’t make sense to my brain. She overcame a terrible health scare six years ago where we almost lost her, but she fought back from the brink. And then she beat Covid. It’s been 6 weeks of hell, but we thought she would beat the secondary infection too. We cheered her on. But another encore was not to be. She finally made her final bow.
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The world is more colorful because #FranAragon lived in it. I’m proud to have become part of her family & am grateful for the impact her life has had on mine.
I lost both my grandmas in my 20’s, & I’m so grateful to have gotten a powerful, passionate, & tenacious bonus grandma with Fran. ❤️🙏🏼
Please read (below) a little about her inspiring life.
Also, you can help honor her by not being a selfish a** & wearing a damn mask.
#REPOST (1/3) @courtneyfordhere:
Frances Aragon
June 4, 1929 – February 10, 2021
My grandmother was a force of nature, and a woman ahead of her time. Born near Albuquerque, NM, she survived the chaotic turbulence of an alcoholic parent, and the terrors of a Catholic-run Native American boarding school, to eventually move to Los Angeles, where she kicked down every obstacle to make a beautiful life for herself and her family in El Sereno. She had a huge personality; outgoing, yet intensely private, though I don’t think she’d object to me letting you know a few things:
Fran Aragon rose through the ranks of Avon to become a district manager, covering Silver Lake, Highland Park, Echo Park, and Downtown LA. She consistently defied expectations by posting in the top 1% of sales, earning trips to London and Paris with her girls. Later, when a newly appointed superior tried to end her winning streak by cutting her district in half, she redoubled her efforts and STILL hit that top 1% sales mark. She was always impeccably dressed in brightly colored and tailored skirt or pantsuits, with hair and nails looking “sharp”. Her skin care regimen was strict, and I still follow her instructions: don’t smoke, drink water, gentle cleanser to wipe off the day, but don’t rub, apply moisturizer or oils in an upward motion, don’t forget the neck, and NEVER. EVER. GO TO BED WITH YOUR MAKEUP ON.
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The world is more colorful because #FranAragon lived in it. I’m proud to have become part of her family & am grateful for the impact her life has had on mine.
I lost both my grandmas in my 20’s, & I’m so grateful to have gotten a powerful, passionate, & tenacious bonus grandma with Fran. ❤️🙏🏼
Please read (below) a little about her inspiring life.
Also, you can help honor her by not being a selfish a** & wearing a damn mask.
#REPOST (1/3) @courtneyfordhere:
Frances Aragon
June 4, 1929 – February 10, 2021
My grandmother was a force of nature, and a woman ahead of her time. Born near Albuquerque, NM, she survived the chaotic turbulence of an alcoholic parent, and the terrors of a Catholic-run Native American boarding school, to eventually move to Los Angeles, where she kicked down every obstacle to make a beautiful life for herself and her family in El Sereno. She had a huge personality; outgoing, yet intensely private, though I don’t think she’d object to me letting you know a few things:
Fran Aragon rose through the ranks of Avon to become a district manager, covering Silver Lake, Highland Park, Echo Park, and Downtown LA. She consistently defied expectations by posting in the top 1% of sales, earning trips to London and Paris with her girls. Later, when a newly appointed superior tried to end her winning streak by cutting her district in half, she redoubled her efforts and STILL hit that top 1% sales mark. She was always impeccably dressed in brightly colored and tailored skirt or pantsuits, with hair and nails looking “sharp”. Her skin care regimen was strict, and I still follow her instructions: don’t smoke, drink water, gentle cleanser to wipe off the day, but don’t rub, apply moisturizer or oils in an upward motion, don’t forget the neck, and NEVER. EVER. GO TO BED WITH YOUR MAKEUP ON.
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The world is more colorful because #FranAragon lived in it. I’m proud to have become part of her family & am grateful for the impact her life has had on mine.
I lost both my grandmas in my 20’s, & I’m so grateful to have gotten a powerful, passionate, & tenacious bonus grandma with Fran. ❤️🙏🏼
Please read (below) a little about her inspiring life.
Also, you can help honor her by not being a selfish a** & wearing a damn mask.
#REPOST (1/3) @courtneyfordhere:
Frances Aragon
June 4, 1929 – February 10, 2021
My grandmother was a force of nature, and a woman ahead of her time. Born near Albuquerque, NM, she survived the chaotic turbulence of an alcoholic parent, and the terrors of a Catholic-run Native American boarding school, to eventually move to Los Angeles, where she kicked down every obstacle to make a beautiful life for herself and her family in El Sereno. She had a huge personality; outgoing, yet intensely private, though I don’t think she’d object to me letting you know a few things:
Fran Aragon rose through the ranks of Avon to become a district manager, covering Silver Lake, Highland Park, Echo Park, and Downtown LA. She consistently defied expectations by posting in the top 1% of sales, earning trips to London and Paris with her girls. Later, when a newly appointed superior tried to end her winning streak by cutting her district in half, she redoubled her efforts and STILL hit that top 1% sales mark. She was always impeccably dressed in brightly colored and tailored skirt or pantsuits, with hair and nails looking “sharp”. Her skin care regimen was strict, and I still follow her instructions: don’t smoke, drink water, gentle cleanser to wipe off the day, but don’t rub, apply moisturizer or oils in an upward motion, don’t forget the neck, and NEVER. EVER. GO TO BED WITH YOUR MAKEUP ON.
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#REPOST (3/3) @courtneyfordhere:
Cedars has access to music therapists for comfort care patients. A friend of mine spoke kindly of a harpist that played for her husband. Last night, we were grateful to meet Danny and his guitar. He asked what kind of music Grama liked, and to our surprise, was able to play the old school postwar Zenda Ballroom Chicano music my grandparents listened to when they were young. It lifted everyone’s spirits, and my grandma seemed to smile. My mom played Échame A Mí La Culpa by Amalia Mendoza on her phone, and everyone told stories and said prayers. It was beautiful and awful. Lovely and heartbreaking. There is a peace, but still anger at how we came to this moment.
She was able to be with her daughters and son when she passed. The rest of us said our goodbyes virtually. Tiny squares with floating heads waving at her through an iPad, saying we loved her. She was in the room when most of us took our first breaths, so it felt right to be able to honor her and be present when she took her last.
I don’t know how to end this post. I love my grama. I’m angry. She should still be here. Wear a mask.
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Reposted with appropriate age-restrictions in place. 🥃
As an Iowan, born and raised, I’ll be a judge in Iowa’s own @templetondistillery’s Entrepreneur’s Grant and this is your reminder to enter! Small businesses have been on our minds this past year – from supporting our favorites to starting our own. We are accepting applications through July 11th from strong-spirited entrepreneurs to enter to win one of three $10,000 small business grants. Follow @templetondistillery to learn more, or apply at TempletonDistillery.com/Grant. I can’t wait to see all your creative endeavors!
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