Little Fists: adventure

A long-overdue list of randomness that tickles me pink...

*Help in the kitchen.

The Boy is finally old enough to provide actual help. The kind that isn't help in theory, but in reality. Of course, now he's not nearly as eager like in days passed. Funny how that works.

*Vegan chocolate chip cookies from Whole Foods.

I told The Mr. that he had to stop being sweet and bringing them home. They are the size of a saucer and I have no control around them. Lord only knows how many calories are in one of those things.

*These popsicles.

We have (at least) one every day.

They are so yumz that I use them as leverage for good behavior.

*Little painted toes.

With pink sparkles, no doubt.

*Crossing books off my reading list.

I *loved* the The Hunger Games, times ten. It was completed in less than twenty-four hours. I have delayed reading the other two books in the series because I want them to last longer.

*New Blog Land friends.

Kim, Erin, and Janelle.

These ladies are funny, sarcastic, blunt, thought-provoking, and admit things that you aren't supposed to admit, especially in Blog Land.

You won't find cutesy. You won't find crafty.

You will find real life.

And you won't feel like a total loser-crappy mother just because you don't have children that never argue and only hug. And that you might, on occasion, raise your voice at them or use cuss words in front of them.

Or that you don't sew or knit all their clothes with fabric and yarn that you wove yourself. Or that you don't grow your own organic food all year long but instead, dare to step foot in a grocery store.

Or that your house isn't completely furnished with incredible thrift store finds. Or that it's a total pipe dream that everyone picks up after themselves without being asked. Or that you aren't married to someone that *can* read your mind so you get pissed off at him on a fairly regular basis.

Or that you are simply human.

I can't wait until we can share some drinks in person instead of getting sloshed together on Facebook and Twitter. Seriously. We are a motley cyber crew.

*Tufts.

That's what we call them.

This is Les. He thinks he's Mufasa.

*Working out.

I've never been a big yoga fan, but it's starting to win me over. The Mr. is being really supportive, but I think it has more to do with the downward facing dog position than actual health benefits.

I'll admit to not being quite as disciplined the past couple of weeks. My workout partner, shown above, has really been on my case.

She has been watching way too much Jillian.

*Set lists.

Especially when they include one of my favorite songs.

*Strapless tops.

It's hot. I have a tan. I don't have to wear a bra.

*Jeans that fit.

They aren't too tight. They aren't too baggy. They don't show my ass crack when I bend over.

*Face wash.

It removes all my make-up. It doesn't dry out my skin or make my face oily. And it smells awesome.

I've used it as body wash more than once.

*Rudi's bread.

This is the next best thing to homemade, and I don't get flour all over the counters.

Sold, sold, sold, and sold.

*Mike Vallely.

He's a skater from my generation.

He has aged very well.

*Heidi Swanson.

She is the wonder behind 101 Cookbooks, which has solved my "what to make for dinner" dilemma more than once. Both of her cookbooks are excellent. I've yet to make something that isn't worthy of being made again.

But most of all...I love her photography. It's perfect. Every little thing from her use of light to the subject matter is beyond reproach.

"I take photos of my day-to-day - places I visit, people I meet, little moments I want to remember...I've also found that photography is a good indicator for me - when my life is nicely in balance I shoot more photos. If I find my favorite cameras collecting dust, it's usually a sign that I'm over-extended in one way or another and I try to adjust. My hope is that photography continues to be something that inspires me throughout my life - not just the process of observing and taking pictures myself, but also appreciating the work of others."

Brilliant.

*Beer.

I've really been enjoying Shiner's Ruby Redbird. It really is a perfect summer beer.

*The Girl's vocabulary.

She still has some words that she mispronounces. I find it difficult to correct her because it's so sweet...and fleeting.

Some of my favorites: swim-soup (swimsuit), toe-food (tofu), hoga (yoga), and pasquito (mosquito).

*Visiting Austin this summer.

It's where my heart is.

*Eddie.

O.M.G.

He's at the top of *The List*, it's true...but even if he weren't, I would still love his Ukulele Songs. But since he is at the top of *The List*, it has been on repeat for the past seven weeks for hours (and hours) at a time.

Obsessed? Maybe.

Also on the summer soundtrack for 2011:
Beulah (365 day a year favorite)
The Belle Brigade
Reigning Sound
Tody Castillo
Fleet Foxes
The Mountain Goats
The Minus 5
The Decemberists
The National (another 365 day a year favorite)
Blind Pilot

Some things I'm missing...

*Skateboarding.

Since the temps are often in the triple digits, I have left my skillz by the wayside.

I'll roll again this fall.

*Smack talk.

I love it when someone can dish it *and* take it, but is still respectful and can give credit where credit is due.

I have some friends who are excellent shit-talkers. I salute them and their talents.

I also miss having something to smack talk about. Football season ended ages ago. Basketball season met a similar fate. Both of my beloved sports are more than likely going to be delayed or nonexistent due to lockouts.

I miss waking up and reading the sports page(s) on my phone while snuggled in bed. It made mornings much more tolerable.

*sigh*

*Teddy.

The Girl is getting older and she's aware of that fact. She knows big girls don't walk around a store or sit in a restaurant with a well-worn, stuffed friend.

So, Teddy has been spending more and more time in the car. And sometimes, is even left at home.

It's not that she doesn't love him or need him. She does. But still. It's proof that she is growing up.

I should be happy! I remember wondering how long she was going to drag that nasty looking bear around. Wondering how much longer I had to be nervous that she would lose him. Wondering if she was going to need therapy for an attachment disorder.

Now, I wonder if I'm more attached to Teddy than she is.

I think I'm the one in need of therapy.

Lots of simple randomness.

I feel as if I should buy you a beer...I would dig that.

If you are curious about some of the other things that make me smile, just type "I Dig This" in the little Google search box over to the side.

Boom goes the dynamite.

I would replay this week, if that were possible.

It was good times.

The Offspring were shipped off to the country for a few days.

So....

I wore diagonal stripes to see a hot drummer play with his band. Flirting ensued. I took him home.

We sat outside on the porch and stayed up until the wee hours listening to music from years past.

Good conversation. The kind without the lulls.

The next morning that drummer told me to pack a bag. We were going to leave the city limits for the night.

A swim suit, mascara, a pair of clean underwear, and an extra shirt.

Let's hit the road.

And that we did.

Checked into a room.
Walked around.
Shopped through the windows.
Ate good food.
Had drinks at the bar.

All of it done away.

The summer solstice hit a couple days later.

Usually the solstice goes more or less unnoticed around here. This momma don't have it together enough to exchange solstice gifts, make special pajamas, sing songs around the fire, or whatever the solstice in-crowd is doing these days.

I am solstice-challenged.

But not this year.

This year, The Mr. and I celebrated the longest day by sitting in the white trash pool drinking cold beers under a beautiful Texas sky. The stars were out. A cool breeze was blowing. Eddie was playing his ukulele.

A summer memory made.

That picture is blurry. Blurry pictures mean you're having fun.

It's a shame The Offspring missed it.

Not.

The silence had to be broken at some point. The air conditioner soon followed.

The Offspring returned just in time to sit in a hot box, otherwise known as my house.

See that temp up there? 80*. That was taken at 11:30pm. You can imagine what the temp was after the sun came up.

Not cutting it.

It was 100* outside. And I had a cake to bake.

There were a couple of birthdays to celebrate!

The birthday girls pampered themselves with an at-home spa day.

Facials.
Toe polishing.
Nail polishing.
Make-up.
Lip gloss.

The works.

It's not a birthday unless there's cake.

Hello Kitty cake.

And of course, presents.

One of us received a Barbie who has a dog. A dog that pees.

Lovely.

I got a working air conditioner.

And a Zach Galifianakis bobble head.

Oh, and cards with sweet words inside.

My loves know me well.

Good times.

What more could a girl ask for?