Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Mostly Cloudy

Enough sun today to get a little burn. A walk on the beach. Wave jumping. A beach book under a beach umbrella. Shell collecting. A dip in the pool. A game of yard Yatzee. Beef kabobs on the grill. Yeah, I could live like this.

Monday, September 23, 2013

Blogging on my phone

I am blogging this morning from my beloved iPhone.  It took me half an hour to log onto my blog. I had to e.    No time to explain.   Going to the beach

Saturday, September 21, 2013

I Do Not Like the Cone of Shame

The SLD is even sillier if she is on pain meds and wearing the cone of shame.  (And running into things.)  In addition, she evokes greater sympathy and has convinced me she can not navigate the stairs while wearing the cone of shame.  Hopefully, the week in the cone and her third eyelid will be the ticket to healing her right eye.  Poor thing.

Sunday, September 15, 2013

Seriously?

Somehow,my selective memory allows me to think
 that I was a better mom than to dress my girls alike
 All the way through middle and high school
despite recently discovered photographic evidence to the contrary.

Saturday, September 14, 2013

Their Mothers' Daughters

Sarah and Megan beside Denise and Bernie's garage?  
OR 
Nancyann and Mary Kay beside Speecie's garage?  

Can't wait to see my sisters next week!!!

Recent Developments

In the process of cleaning, the STP happened across 2 rolls of undeveloped 35mm film.  Throw them away, I said.   They have to be at least 10 years old.  And we have lived without knowing what is on them.  But the STP decided he could not live any longer without knowing what was on those rolls of film.  So he had them developed.
And it was worth what he paid.  Every penny.  If only to be reminded of what picture taking was like before the arrival of digital photography.  Of the eleven pictures that were not completely light faded on each roll, we have pictures of VBS, Mahaffey camp, vacation, family reunion, and a youth group trip.
Wanna guess the year?** 
 A year of cookies and a hug for Cookie Monster.
 A year of friend hugs at Mahaffey Camp.
 A year of cousin hugs at the family reunion.
A year of puppy hugs  (we can't figure out where).
There was also a picture of the Washington Monument.  A picture in Uncle Ronnie's driveway before the addition to the house.  And this shot of the STP and I and an unidentified child peeing behind a dumpster.
Because this is the stuff memories are made of.

**A few clues:  Alex was born in 1996.  We moved to Mars in 1998.  Staci graduated from HS in 2001. I haven't pee'd behind a dumpster in this century.

Monday, September 09, 2013

Pedal Power

30.  Ride my bike 100 miles
My 'Map My Run App' says 99.06 miles to date, but I am sure I did not enter at least one day, so I am declaring this goal accomplished.

Also, for the record, I recorded over 800,000 steps on my pedometer this summer from Memorial Day through Labor Day.  Which is over 400 miles and worth a smoothie with my walking buddies.

Sunday, September 08, 2013

I'm Not an Owl

The government spies on citizens, keeps records.

Finished re-reading the Harry Potter series.  (One thing that that I've been wanting to do for several years and only accomplished this year because it made 'the list'.)  Enjoyed reading straight through, but the problem with reading the series more than 5 years after everyone else is that no one else is referencing the books.  I was immersed in Hogwarts affairs, defense against the dark arts, and love potions, while everyone else was going about their merry business--oblivious to my references to house-elves.  And why I shout 'Expelliarmus' if I want the Goob to drop whatever he has just picked up.  When I can't remember where my keys are, my first thought is that I might be under a confundus charm.  And yet...
just as I was finishing book seven, one of the Goob's friends responded to my complaint at carrying messages back and forth with this phrase, "I'm not an owl, Ronald."  I was so thankful for the HP reference that I carried one more message.
I still have the last two movies that I want to watch, but let's cross #35 off the list, shall we?
Obliterate!