Happy Feet

I am not a hot-weather girl. 

I burn.

I wilt.  

I frizz.

I whine.

But there is at least one thing I do like more about summer than any other time of year . . . sandals!

How great to slip on a pair and run out the door. 

I just bought myself a pair of Birkenstocks just like this:

LOVE them!  The "break-in period" is over and they are almost as good as going barefoot.

I anticipate wearing these babies down to the cork!

Do you have a favorite summer sandal?

Wordless Wednesday

Boy meets sea turtle ~

My Boy Is 10

My boy turned 10 years old yesterday . . .

And flowers bloomed . . .

(his very first lotus flower in his very own pond)

And the beasts danced . . .

(feeding the animals at local zoo)

And all was right in the world.


Ten years.


Ten more years, and he will be 20.


It's going too quickly.

Earthquake!

I woke up this morning at 5:05am to an earthquake.

An earthquake?

We don't get earthquakes in the D.C. area . . . at least not very often.

It measured 3.6 and the epicenter was thought to be at the largest intersection near my house. We had dinner at a restaurant on that corner just last Saturday night.

It sounded and felt like a big rumble of thunder, but not from the sky. Then the house began shuttering and then a deep, loud boom, and the house seemed to lower and settle back down.

We felt an aftershock 11 minutes later, but no one seems to be reporting on that.

Wild.

Thursday Thunks

How 'bout a few Thursday Thunks while I wait for my daughter to finish her breakfast -- apparently, the new granola cereal is a no-go.

So we have a few moments on our hands . . .

1. Billy Mays died about a year ago. What kitchen gadgets have you bought that you've used less than three times? What are they?  Actually, I can't think of any.  I'm pretty careful about what gets to take up precious real estate in my kitchen. 

2. What celebrity would you like to shake some sense into, and why?  Bristol Palin, if she counts as a celeb.  Bristol, he's a creep!

3. Jimmy Buffett just did on concert to benefit the victims of the Gulf. Name a Buffett song that you like.  Margaritaville, of course!

4. How did you feel about Ringo Starr turned 70?  It has got to be a filthy lie.

5. What sport do you absolute see no point in watching?  I've told you before, curling.  The whole time I'm watching, I keep thinking about all the good these people could be doing for my kitchen floor.

6. How far would an electric car have to go without a recharge before you'd buy one?  1000 miles.  No, I'm not kidding.

7. Did you see that a high court ruled that you can swear on regular TV? What word can you just not wait to hear?  None.  It's just lazy writing, imo.  If you want me to laugh (or pay attention), you need to work harder.

8. What was the last concert that you attended that really sucked?  My husband dragged me to so many.  The Robert Fripp "students" concert was . . . disconcerting.  I think they were all brainwashed zombies -- it was distractingly creepy.

9. What type of accent would you like to have, if you were forced to change yours?  I think a fun little (or big!) Manchester accent would be great.  


By the way, anyone watching "Work of Art?"  I'm not watching, ever again, after what they did to that poor Eric last night!


Off and running . . .

 

Here's Another Song That Gets To Me

Well, now a can of worms has been opened.

Ever since I posted my guess at the song that was my favorite (for yesterday), other songs have been parading through my mind.

Melissa Lambert's "The House That Built Me" gets to me lately.

It's a hard time in my life, right now, and sometimes I feel like I just need to go back to being a little girl and be fortified a little more before I continue.

Do you ever feel that way? Like you're not ready for this? Kinda like a dog who doesn't want to go . . . sitting at the end of a leash being pulled tight.

And then I remember that "you can't go home again." And I don't feel any better.

Oh, to be a little girl again for just a week or so. I swear, I would store up all the peace and the reassurance and the simplicity . . . not waste a crumb of it. I would fill my pockets and my shoes and my socks until I had enough to live off of for a lifetime.

But that's just me.