Friday, August 31, 2012

Blue Moon

On August 31, 2012 there was a blue moon. 


The next blue moon will occur July 31, 2015.   I will post comparison pictures on that date.  Mark your calendars now!

Thursday, August 30, 2012

Save The Cats Benefit Auction

This was sent to me by John Sam's 2nd and 3rd grade teacher. 

"The article tells about my parents' cat rescue in Live Oak, FL.....they also have a FB page that gives info.---'Save the Cats of Live Oak'. They could use your help with donations and/or adoptions!"!/SaveTheCatsOfLiveOak

Please click the link and/or find them on Facebook.

Yes, that's happy purring you hear in the background :)

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

29 Aug 2012

Happy Birthday to ME!

I couldn't have asked for a better day :)

A few pix...

How about this when you drive up after a hard day's work?!  Talk about surprised!

Cuties forever

You have nooooooo idea how good these cupcakes were.  You think you can imagine it, but haha, you can't.  Just saying.
xo xo

Thursday, August 23, 2012

Two classes

I like both of my professors this semester.  I will be reading and writing a lot.  I mean, a LOT.  Only 14 more weeks to go, muahaha.

Monday, August 20, 2012

Another school year

"She-Who-Always-Has-Her-Camera" did not check the camera battery last night. It was lifeless this morning because I didn't turn it off the last time I used it.  Camera phone, you saved a scrapbook moment!

JS rides in the front seat now....

Ready to learn and ready for the picture taking to be over. ;)

I sent xo xo xo to school with them.

Sunday, August 19, 2012

Summer isn't over yet

We had a lot to do on the last day of summer.

We went to Fashion Square movie theater to see Diary of a Wimpy Kid: Dog Days - it was hilarious! The three of us each got our own snack pak. John Sam was quite dismayed that the pak had such a tiny bag of M&M's. A lady I work with said her nephew calls those the NOT fun size, lol. Good thing I snuck in the humongous bag of Skittles I got for my b'day. Crisis and subsequent drama averted.

After the movie, the kids wanted to wander around the mall. That really means Claire's and Game Stop. Ha!  They were having a custom handcrafted show inside the mall. At the very end, two ladies had an orchid booth. I got on the email list for shows, and asked a few questions about cutting the spikes and which ones need to have a plant stake and which ones don't. I told the owner I had 5 at home and since it is my first batch, I was surprised at how well they were doing. She laughed and said, "You're hooked, don't try to hide it from an expert." I just happened to ask if red orchids existed, so she took me around the booth and showed me one. To me It looks dark burgundy, but she said that was about as close to red as they come. It was a want and not a need. Here is a picture of it--despite my knowing perfectly well that I should have waited and bought it at another time.


We got home and sorted out the uniforms. We wanted Papa Junk, I mean Papa John's, for dinner so that's what we got. We chowed down. That cheese and pepperoni pizza didn't stand a chance!

I got a customized manicure from Caroline.  See?

Last night on Zing's late night stroll around the park, I said to Caroline, "I can hardly believe ya'll have done so much growing," to which to she replied, "Well, believe it....(small pause)... ’cause you're living it."

Just typing that makes me crack up.

Tomorrow is the first day of school.  Lots of new and fun things coming our way for 2012-13. 

Thursday, August 16, 2012

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Irish Poet Seamus Heaney

I love, love, love this poem. Thanks to Professor Socky for sharing it.

Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests; snug as a gun.

Under my window, a clean rasping sound
When the spade sinks into gravelly ground:
My father, digging. I look down

Till his straining rump among the flowerbeds
Bends low, comes up twenty years away
Stooping in rhythm through potato drills
Where he was digging.

The coarse boot nestled on the lug, the shaft
Against the inside knee was levered firmly.
He rooted out tall tops, buried the bright edge deep
To scatter new potatoes that we picked,
Loving their cool hardness in our hands.

By God, the old man could handle a spade.
Just like his old man.

My grandfather cut more turf in a day
Than any other man on Toner’s bog.
Once I carried him milk in a bottle
Corked sloppily with paper. He straightened up
To drink it, then fell to right away
Nicking and slicing neatly, heaving sods
Over his shoulder, going down and down
For the good turf. Digging.

The cold smell of potato mould, the squelch and slap
Of soggy peat, the curt cuts of an edge
Through living roots awaken in my head.
But I’ve no spade to follow men like them.

Between my finger and my thumb
The squat pen rests.
I’ll dig with it.

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

3 days and Versus Mode

If I waited till Friday to blog, it would be exactly one month from my last post.  I didn't want to wait any more because I have been idle and a slacker and am somewhat out of the habit of blogging.

Here's a photo from late July that shows John Sam and Caroline in "versus mode."  I think it's one Mario Bros. game on two separate Nintendo DS units.

Monday, August 13, 2012

RIP Helen Gurley Brown

I was sad when I heard about the death of Helen Gurley Brown.  I read "Single Girl" while I was in high school; it was on the bookshelf in my mom's room and I helped myself to it.  (Sorry, Mami!)  Later I read "Having It All" and was inspired by her writing and some of her advice.  I subscribed to Cosmopolitan magazine for many years.

In my spare time I may go back and reread    ;p 

Having It All