We went to the movies Saturday night.Â I was laughing hysterically (the tuna – lion debate…I’m still laughing at it.)Â Anyway, the lady a few seats over from me barely let out a chuckle while I was wiping away tears.Â I felt like such a dork.
In recent communication with various people lately I have come to realize that I’m becoming a bit of a stick in the mud.Â Well, maybe not that extreme, but I am noticing the world around me and the way young(er) people communicate.Â I am becoming my parents.
Oh how I love flip flops.Â I could probably write an ode to them.
My friend is having had her baby today and I’m so anxious and excited for her!Â Speaking of babies, a long-ago-relation of mine, Olive N.,Â was said to have never put a baby down without praying for it.Â She died a hundred years before I was born and though she is virtually a stranger to me, except for gravely seriousÂ photgraphs,Â I will always think about that.
What comes around goes around.Â Truly.Â It’s just a matter of time.
It’s ever so slowly starting to cool off here. LikeÂ it’s 98 instead of 108.Â We have survived yet another summer in the desert.Â I’m probably jinxing us here.
You don’t know how much I’m looking forward to the long weekend.Â I pretty much need it for my mental health.
I don’t like getting up before 5 AM to start getting ready for the day, but I do love being able to watch the moon set while on my morning commute.
I hate all my jeans.
When I started this blog it was with the intention of keeping family updated on our lives.Â Of course I never really chronicled much about that, not like so many other bloggers do.Â And it seems I have slowly turned it into a photo blog.Â Now I’m not sure where I’m steering it.
I’mÂ on the brink of losing it with my dogs.Â They (really one, the other simply follows) let themselves out of the house earlier this week, while no one was home.Â Our stranger neighbors noticed our front door open and our dogs sitting on our front porch; fortunately she was able to wrestle them inside.Â I know for a fact that with proper enticement, like someone just walking on the sidewalk, Sami can unintentionally (or not) open the deadbolt.Â They make me want to pull out my hair and drink a margarita.
What I’m pondering:Â What do you do with family antiques that no longer serve their original purpose and are too large to simply display but you can’t get rid of?
With that deep thought I’m signing off.Â Hope you’re having a wonderful week!
P.S. – Wow. September. Already.