There is no charge for awesomeness!

See this photo?

It’s important for two reasons.

1. It proves that I attended a tractor show. That in itself is a near miracle. So it had to be documented. (OK. I’ll admit that I did attend one when I was a teenager, but I wasn’t thinking straight back then.) I reveled in the glory of the tractors, yes, but also in the sight of so many little old men (LOMs, to be precise) walking around in tractor awe. It was quite a good thing, too, that I didn’t have much cash on hand or my kid would be sporting a John Deere cap. And that would be putting him one step closer to a Nascar cap. No, no, no, no, no!

2. This photo was on a card that I formatted before downloading the photos to my computer. Which means it was blasted into oblivion, never to be found again. Except! That a wave of brilliance rained down upon me and I figured out how to download software to fix the problem. Software that would run only in Terminal on my Mac. And I have zero clue of how to use Terminal. Yet here it is, right before your eyes. Which means? I rocked Terminal. I found those invisible files and extracted them and got them back. Yessiree! Can you feel the pride emanating from the computer screen?

Yep, she’s worth it (although my husband might not agree)

We haven’t had a vacation this year. How unfair!

Well, it’s mostly our fault. And partly the stinky economy’s fault. And that cat up there? It’s partly her fault too. Between her stomach issues and the dog’s arthritis and fractured tooth, we’ve shelled out some big cash this year. (The other kitty has stayed on our good side.)

Lucy really is lucky she’s so cute. They all are. Because right now I’d much rather be packing for some time away than staring at a computer screen. But vet bills, plumbing expenses, four new tires, a dishwasher that’s on its last legs, and weekly trips to the gas station are standing between us and a few days of relaxation. Such is life.

Buzzkill

I’m not supposed to have caffeine anymore. Without going into major detail, it wasn’t getting along with my stomach. I had a slight panic attack at that news. Not because I’m a coffee addict, because I’m most definitely not. The majority of my caffeine comes from latte-type drinks four times a week and a daily does of green tea. (Well, and chocolate. Who could forget chocolate?)

The panic set in because I really, really do love a mocha or caramel macchiato, or a coffee frap of some sort from one of our local coffee spots. It took way longer than it should have to figure out, duh!…decaf. So I was spared. Whew!

We don’t need no stinkin’ donuts!

During our trip to the grocery store:

Dev: Mom? Can we get donuts?
Me: No, I’d rather not buy a box of donuts. We don’t need a lot of unhealthy stuff at home.
(Upset reaction. Pouting. Lower lip sticking out.)
A few minutes later…
Me: You know, it’s not like I’m trying to torture you by saying no to the sweets. I love sugar too. In fact, if I could eat an entire bag of marshmallows right now I would.
Dev: If I could help you eat an entire bag of marshmallows right now, I would!

Have I mentioned how much I love him?

A rarity

Summer nights, as anyone who’s kept up with my posts might know, offer the moments I look forward to. Sitting outside in the fresh air, perched on a fairly comfortable deck chair, watching the sun slowly moving to the other side of the world. (Yes, I know we’re the ones moving, but still.) Often with a refreshing drink and some nice conversation with my husband. Other times solo with a good read.

The only problem with this scenario lately is that my charmingly adorable child doesn’t like to go to bed. He thinks sleep is for wussies. Often, by the time he’s all tuckered out, the sun is no longer in view. Boo. Last night, though, my husband volunteered for kid watch and encouraged me to pour a glass of wine and sit on the deck for some quiet time.

One day I hope to enjoy these moments with Dev too. When he can savor some relaxing moments. We can sit and chat and take in the summer noises: the cicadas whirring away, the neighbor’s sprinkler, the sound of kids who get to stay up a bit later chasing each other giddily through their backyards. Until then, I’ll just wish for him to fall asleep at the appointed 8:00 hour. Wishes can come true at least once a week, yes?

Can you tell he likes cars?

It’s about all he talks about most days. As he sat there pushing them back and forth, sending them flying through the air, and careening them into each other, he was giving me a play by play. Constant chatter. And I must listen intently to every word of it or he gets frustrated. So I sat for more than half an hour listening to the exploits of his racing cars and their dare-devil adventures. It’s not a bad way to spend part of a Saturday afternoon.

My new pad

I never really thought I’d ever abandon my old blog. Five years is a long time. I coded it, designed it, loved it all that time. But I’ve never been able to keep up with the Movable Type updates, or figure out how to back up my posts, or totally foil the spammers (who are back lately). I’m web competent, but not quite web savvy. So I’m starting anew. I’ve really only altered my domain name slightly and I’m putting my old blog on hiatus. I plan to archive the content for myself in a Blurb book so I’ll always have a record of my witticisms, brilliant story-telling and snappy photos. (Wink, wink, nudge, nudge.)