TGIF Humming Along

9:30am-6:00pm is my least favorite shift to work.
Off tomorrow.  Have the kayak racks on the vehicle that hauls things.
Tomorrow, tomorrow.  There's always tomorrow.  It's only a day away.
If I could whistle I would whistle while I work.  As it is, I will settle for humming.

With Help Like This

I have the Lumosity app on my beloved iphone.  Just the free part.  It gives me three games a day to exercise my brain.  That, and a little tumeric, and I expect to stave off Alzheimer's for several more years.  I completed my training before I got out of bed this morning and I had a high score on the color game.  Woot.  Woot.  Then around 10:00am the app sent me a message reminding me to exercise my brain today.  Like I hadn't already done it.  Like maybe I forgot I did it.  My memory app mocking my ability to remember.  Seriously?

Wishing for Watermelon

This man has often referred to me as "Daughter Number One".

In my fantasy world, it was because I was his favorite.  But in reality, it had more to do with my birth order than my favor status.  (It may also have been that after he had three more daughters he couldn't remember my name.)

I learned from him that a joke really doesn't need a punch line.  People are more important than things.  Nobody dies from wearing clothes that are out of style.  What it's like to be loved unconditionally.  Grandkids are better than kids.

He never taught me to hunt, fish, throw a ball or the difference between a motor and an engine.  

He did teach me its okay to think outside the box, to start strong and finish strong, how to pitch a tent, and that the teacher is always right.  

He tried to teach me to think fast.  Usually by throwing something in the general direction of my head.

He taught me that there is a time to be serious, but this probably isn't it.  And that watermelon is a good thing even if you don't have any right now.

And you should savor the moments when you do.

So glad to have a number one dad.

Further Proof/Family Pics

Oh, wait.  All these pictures are all of the Goob.

Maybe the trip was all about him.

 About spending quantity/quality time with him.

Love the person he is becoming.  Love seeing him grow.

Whatever this trip was about--glad we took it.

Glad the Goob was with us.

Let's Make One Thing Clear

 Yes, we went to Hawaii.

 Yes, it was the week after he graduated.

 Yes, we let him pick the destination.

No, none of our other children ever got to choose where we went on vacation.

 Yes, he is my favorite son. 

 

No, no, this was not a graduation gift.  It was a family vacation.  

Trip of a Lifetime

Just a reminder to myself why I can not retire and move to Hawaii.