Happy Birthday, Mimi.

"Hey, we're on our way."

"O.K. See you in a few."

"Oh no!"

"What happened?"

"Mimi's cake just flew from the top of my car. Damn it."

"You left something else on top of the car? Ha ha ha! Oh well, she probably didn't want it anyway."

"Whatever. I'm turning around. Maybe no cars will come."

"Are you in the neighborhood?"

"No, I'm on 97."

"Please don't sacrifice our kids for that cake."

"I won't. Uh, oh. Here come two cars."

"Jesus, are you stopped in the middle of the road."

"Huh? No, not yet."

"Please be careful."

"I'm fine, we're fine, and yeaaaaa the cars didn't hit the cake. Hold on a minute, I'm getting out."

"But, wait...."

"Wow. It's not even all that messed up. I'll just tell her that her grandson dropped it. Like father like son, right?"

"You're unbelievable."

"See you at Mimi's in about 10 minutes?"

"O.K. but I'm telling her the truth."

Just a T-shirt

Ever forget what you were wearing until someone makes a comment?

At the beach this weekend I had hoped to walk on the pier. Finally, I made the trek Sunday morning just before check-out. Not much was biting but the view from the observation deck was better than I had remembered. The ocean has the ability to make me a kid again and I adore the sound and smell of my childhood.

I could have stayed for hours but my adult responsibilities were calling. As I walked down the deck stairs I heard, "Did you go to Yale?" My immediate thoughts were, "Huh? Me?"

Thankfully, I just said, "No," and remembered I was wearing one of my husband's t-shirts. (He loves $0.99 t-shirts from a local Mortex Outlet).

The fisherman smiled and said aristocratically, "Well, we have nothing to talk about."

Then we both laughed.

I chuckled most of the way home at his humor and the idea of me attending Yale. I continued to giggle as my thoughts turned to first impressions and stereotypes. All of which can seem quite...silly.

Bed Head

The Other Side

I have started reading Wicked by Gregory McGuire and am intrigued. Creative only scratches the surface to describing his writing. One critic compared Elphaba, the main character, to Alice and the Hobbit. I have to agree.

This book is about the Wicked Witch of the West ~ her side of the story. Never thought I'd feel compassion for that mean green character. How often do we base our opinions, thoughts, feelings towards someone on just one side of the story?

First impressions can fall under the same umbrella. I'd hate for someone to base their opinion of moi in the morning on the way to pre-school. I need at least 2 cups of coffee and a shower before I can be somewhat charming. Nothing says "needs help" like greasy hair, raccoon eyes, and continuous yawning.

The Weekend

Right now I am listening to the sound of our lawn mower. It means that my hubby is home. It means that it's the weekend. The hum is comforting and I love the smell of fresh cut grass.

Thankfully, my husband takes such pride in our yard. If it were up to me the grass would be replaced naturally by pine straw and the only flowers would be wild. He has landscaped it beautifully and keeps it so.

Encore azaleas bloom several times a year around our home and a passion flower vine winds up our back steps. Scattered day lilies, hydrangeas, magnolias, dogwood trees, and Japanese maples also decorate our yard. One of our favorites is a thriving weeping willow that was once chewed down by a family of beavers.

Usually, lunch comes next followed by family nap time. I do love the weekend!

Preschool

Hooray for preschool! Today is the first full day for my toddler and he barely told me goodbye this morning when I dropped him off.

I had sweet, delusional visions of free time but it's already 12:30 and I'm picking him up at 1:00. So much for blogging, taking a shower, or writing thank you notes. I did conquer the grocery store with a hungry newborn. Nothing like a crying baby in the check out line.

Gotta go. More later. I hope.