Quick! Grab the camera!

This picture could be featured next to "Big Foot" and "The Loch Ness Monster" pictures in a book titled "Sightings"

I love Shorty...and I love the fact that he mowed the yard. He hasn't touched a lawn mower since I have known him. MAYBE once or twice when he was 21....

We had to borrow our neighbors mower....our yard man wasn't due to come until the following week and it needed to be cut for the yard treatment.

This was a moment that I had to capture on "film."
Here is a look into what Shorty and Minnie have been working on. Shorty had one day off last week...and he spent the entire time in the yard. Planting, digging, moving, arranging...

The flagstone path looks great...our yard looks bigger...but, lots more to do.

This is the "focal point" of the garden...maybe that half dead azalea will come back.

Shorty cut down all the palm trees...the harsh freeze got to them.

So he is putting nothing in that even has a potential to freeze....

Stay tuned for the finished project.

please...

To whom it may concern,

Please do not take your children to Target at 9 pm. Please do not yell at your children at Target at 9pm. Please do not expect your tired children to behave at Target at 9pm.

Sincerely,

A concerned Mom

Every single time I shop in the evening time...I am totally shocked by the amount of people who have their children with them...crying their eyes out...begging to go home. It makes me sad.

I do understand that some are only able to shop at this late hour...but, only for necessities please. Not for the perfect shade of pink toenail polish while your 3 year old sobs uncontrollably because it is past the poor child's bed time.

And last but not least...if these people insist on dragging their poor children shopping with them at night....I really wish they wouldn't yell at them...and expect some different result aside from crying and bad behavior. The kids are tired people....go home.

Ok...that is my soap box post.

The end.

baller!

Blurry enough for you?

Best we could do at the little "baseballer's" first game.

We sat right in front of the bullpen. She would lean over it and yell "hey baseballers!"

She wanted on the field....in the chairs behind us, next to us, all around us...it was full on over stimulation.

A hat was in order...must get the kid a hat to commemorate her first adventure at a Major League Baseball game.

She immediatly gravitated toward the pink one...with faries and sparkles on it.

Lord help us.

But, somehow I was able to convince her to get a "plain" hat. Guess all those years in sales do some sort of good still....

She loved the hat....loved the hot dog, ice cream, and licking the peanut shells.

No way Jose on the actual peanut.

We made it about 6 innings.

About all I can take either.

"Batter batter swing batter!"

got weights?

It was a sad day when I learned I had to quit Bikram Yoga.

Over the past 2 months....my face looks as if I have been using pure acid as a night cream.

After a trip to the dermo...I was diagnosed with Rosacea....and extreme temps do not help.

So, I found a new place to do yoga. It is a full gym...and a "personal fitness evaluation" came with the membership.

This morning...I was nervous. Would he make me run? Lift weights? Tai Chi?

To my surprise...it was basically just "lets see how fat, flexible, and fit you are."

A certain day from the 4th grade stands out in my mind. A day I will never forget.

Each spring we had a physical education test....to see how in shape we were. I was always a healthy child....but, strong was something I never was.

All the other kids did chin ups on the monkey bars...with ease. I couldn't even do one.

So this morning when I had to do curls to determine my strength....I felt like I was back on the Armstrong Elementary playground....

All in all...I was "average." My BMI healthy...my % body fat...needs to come down...my cardio health was surprisingly good......and my "body age" is 3 years younger than I really am.

But, I am a weenie.

So, I think I might get one of those power lifting belts and start bench pressing.....ah yes...I would be so good at that.

Will you spot me?

;)

How many children do you have?

It's a question people ask everyone. I always answer with "she is our only child" but, I think I may have to change my response.

No...I am not pregnant.... ::crickets chirping::

Please look at the photo of my child...she is dressed in her Easter best...we waited all day to take pictures outside in the evening light.....

While I am taking her picture...her Dad is behind me making this exact same pose...trying to get her to do it during our photo session.

And now you see why I am changing my response. I have 2 kids. An almost 3 year old....and an almost 34 year old.

Smile!

I admit it....

I am too overprotective of my child. I am the first one to admit it. And I am sure if you have been around me with my kid...you KNOW I am.

I just can't help it. Don't want her to get hurt.

We had lunch today outside. The kids could run around and play while we waited for food and after they were finished.

My stomach was in knots the entire time.

Are you an overprotective parent?

For those of you who can just sit back and relax...I wish I could.

Maybe I just need to take Prozac when my kid plays.

Now THAT is parent of the year.

First time for everything....

Shorty....so many reasons to love him....he works constantly...plans for our family....can make a mean brisket....

But, one thing Shorty has never done is yard work. Ever.

He has spread fertilizer every now and again...after our yard men have come and gone....but...Shorty...getting dirty and working in our yard....I had to take a picture.

Our backyard has been an eye sore ever since our horrid freeze. We lost several huge palms...and tons of other plants.

So over the past few weeks Shorty has been staring into the back yard...planning his move.

My Mom....aka "Minnie" is a wizard in the yard. You can point to any plant or tree and she knows it. She knows what grows where...how, how long, and just plain old knows her junk.

Minnie came to help give ideas to Shorty...helped him move rocks, and get him started in building the flagstone path.

Our small yard looks 2 times bigger and I can't wait to see the finished project. Now that the heavy labor is over...I might even put on some garden gloves.

Got dirt?