How We Roll On A Wet Memorial Day

 

Easter Weekend, 2013

LOOK AWAY, BIRD LOVERS!

I was traveling down the freeway to visit my little friends with my perfectly clean grill.  See. This is me. And this is my little friend, Tate.  In the first pic, I am wearing my super cool new glasses that look like the ones my dad wore.  Which is why I got them and why I look so cool in them.  And in the second one Tate is wearing my not so cool, but functional, reading glasses.  I don't look like a vicious killer, right? I look like a grandma that should have photoshopped her wrinkles out. However, I met a baby bird with a suicide wish.  Sorry, little birdie.  

And this is my dad's sister, Aunt Elizabeth.  We visited her last summer in Logan.  She was so sweet.  She invited us to play bingo with her group.  It's a cell phone pic, so a little soft, but still an image I want to save.  And it's a happier note to end on.   

February Craziness

I've been hanging out with these midgets lately.  It all started with planning a trip to Anaheim where I was going to bask in the sun and generally recharge.  But my appendix had other plans.  Me, the healthy, take care of your body eater.  Betrayed by a superfluous organ.  Flattened.  My first taste of morphine.  My new best friend is the anesthesiologist.  I don't care how you spell it, she's awesome. So, Dave left, and I recouped, entertained by these crazies.  

Sorry, Eric, I didn't ask if I could include your mug shot here but I kinda doubt if you actually read my blog so I feel pretty safe.  And I'm too lazy to go back and crop.  Give me a break, I just had surgery!  Ok, it was 3 weeks ago but I'm milkin it.

When is EARLY over, Grandma?

When Avery was ready to get the party started even before the sun had thought about making an appearance this morning, I informed her that it was TOO early to get up.  And Tate, in his scolding whisper said, "you have to wait til early's over, Avery."  Then, turning to me, "when is early over, Grandma?"  And then I couldn't go back to sleep, wrestling with that deep philosophical question.  When is early over?

They had to cut their visit short, as Tate had other social engagements to keep.  They squeezed in one birthday party here before heading home for a second one.  Lane decided he needed one sucker for the road... 

And then, if one extra sucker is good, two extra must be perfect.

Adios, au Revoir, Sayonara

Goodbye trusty old vehicle.

Goodbye Christmas Tree, 2012.          

Goodbye muffin top, fat belly, spare tire, mid-drift bulge. Men-o-pot.

Goodbye old blah boring mailbox.

Hello shiny new car that I haven't bought yet.

Hello shiny new mailbox.

Hello salad for dinner the rest of my life.  And lunch.  And breakfast.

And Hello New Camera that takes awesome pictures.

Taegan-ism

Taeg, going through my make-up bag:  What's this, grandma?

Me:  That's wrinkle cream.

Taeg:  You better use a lot of it, Grandma.

Good thing she's so cute.