OWEEE

2 major oweees within 3-4 days of one another:

1. I was preparing a taco salad for our dinner last week. Shredding cheese for topping. Grated my fingernail off with a box grater. Fortunately, it didn't go into the cheese, but was hanging on by a painful, sinister thread. OWEEE. JB had to complete the grating while I performed minor surgery on my fingernail.

2. I was jumping rope while the rest of the family counted the jumps. We were having a competition. I was winning. S came up and said "Grace and I jump together on the playground" me: "Oh, yeah! Jump in!" S: "No, you have to stop, then start again. So I stop, then when I swing the rope around again, S jumps her head right into my bottom lip. I felt like I was about to pass out, and I'm not even kidding. I started crying cause it hurt so, so bad. Blood pouring out of my mouth. I have a fat, chapped lip and big ole blue bruise on the outside. Lovely.

i am uncomfortable.

this morning, S completely cracked me up. She was walking around the den, all spazzing her legs around in a janky way and saying "Oh, man" and "aaagh" and "Ohmigosh". Here's what happened next:

Me: What's the matter, sweetie?
s: I am UNCOMFORTABLE.
Me: Really, why?
S: It's my panties.

I cracked up. I mean, hello? thongs? high heels? underwires? bikini waxes? Honey, you got a lot to learn about being a lady. or at least a vain lady.

this kinda made my day

fourth of July weekend: a recap

After a lovely night at the ballpark on Thursday, and an eventful morning moving RVs around, we relaxed for most of the weekend.

When my grandma died, one of the few things I got from her "estate" was a really, really good ice cream maker. So on Saturday, I broke that bad boy out and made this fantastic ice cream courtesy of Pioneer Woman. Divine. Especially when topped with sno-caps. Be still my heart.

I also made some damn fine burgers, courtesy of NPR (I know, right?) But seriously. Herbed butter on top of a fatty burger is. heaven.

Then JB set off fireworks while A stood in the dining room and gazed through the french doors at the light show, avoiding the noise. S came up beside each firework and extinguished any embers with a spray bottle filled with water. As always, JB bought 3 times more fireworks than we needed.

And as always, we planned on going to the downtown fireworks show and parked our fat butts on the couch instead, filled with ice cream and cheeseburgers. Oh, and did I mention the avocado salsa? Law.

Gran Torino

Watch Gran Torino yesterday with JB while the kiddies were with my mom & dad. Whew - that is a gut wrencher. So sad, so sweet, and so hopeless. But hopeful, somehow. Watch it - you won't forget it.

We also visited The Rep to see their production of Tommy. Not a Broadway-quality show, but certainly lots of fun. Oh, and by the way? That one's kinda depressing too.

Having coffee with A

We're going through a bit of a transition with A - she has moved to a new preschool and tells me "I hate my new school" every morning when we're getting ready. But she's always ready to get on to school, rather than hang @ the coffee shop.

This morning, we were walking hand-in-hand through the parking lot of the coffee shop. The store was unusually slow for 8 am, and there was only one other car in the parking lot. A remarked, "We're the only us here!" When I replied that there was one other us and pointed to the other car in the lot, A wisely said "Mommy, there's just one us."

Indeed.

Gracie and the car

Gracie the Golden LOVES to ride with us in the car. Every weekend, when we usually go out to dinner, she muscles her way to the door so she can hop into the car and ride to the restaurant. She doesn't get out or anything - it's the ride she enjoys....and she really just wants to be with her family 24/7. So on Saturday night, we went a couple blocks to our little greek-ish diner and Gracie tagged along. Sunday morning, I rolled out of bed and into the car to go get my morning drug. Guess who was still in car? Yup, Gracie. We had forgotten her overnight. Bad, bad dog parents.