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Jeremymomsmall

Meet my son Jeremy, above.  After cherry picking! 

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Nik went home for the weekend (as you know from my previous blog) and her dad gave her the slides from when the kids were growing up.  What a treasure!  I told her I sure wish I had the slides from when my brother and I were growing up.  :))

I've been listening to this a lot yesterday and today - trying to get out of the Melissa Etheridge groove.  They're good. 

I'm feeling fine.
You're feeling the same.
You want it like that.
It was a romance.
It was a radio;
It was a radio,
It topped the radio.
Baby, come on

Damn it for understanding -
I'm always racing against my mind.
Take in consideration
But it's so easy to say goodbye.
- The Virgins, "Radio Christiane"

Have you ever broken a bone? If not, what's the worst injury you've sustained?

Hahahahahaha!

Oooch, my sides hurt from laughing too hard.

I've got a bone disease. I had my bones broken for me. By people who spent a lot of time in medical school, and charged a lot of money to do it. But I've got some killer scars. ;)

I was supposed to have a blood test this morning, all nice and scheduled for 8.10 am so that I could get it done with enough time to get into work without too much delay.

Am being tested for a number of things, including diabetes, and the blood test was a fasting one, ie no food or drink other than water to pass my lips for 12 hours beforehand.

I dropped my son off at my dad's this morning and had 5 minutes to kill before needing to drop my little girl off at nursery and then on to have the test.

Well, they were a fatal 5 minutes in which I stopped off at my parents place and, having failed to persuade my boy to eat a single solitary sugar puff, I unthinkingly poppped it into my mouth instead.

Queue confession when it was my turn for my blood test...after which the nurse refuses to test me.

A.single.solitary.sugar.puff!!!

What a freeking eeejit!

Apparently having blood tests done is quite the thing to do, so I can't get another appoitment at convenient o'clock until two weeks time!!!!

My husband and brother are having a great time whispering sugar puff at me while shaking their heads.

The very best part of the weekend was coming home to see what was blooming!

Black eyed susans

Sunflowers

Blooms everywhere

Front garden

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Lazy carnations

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Are carnations supposed to be staked?  All the blooms are laying on the ground. 

Daisy

Balloon plant

Pretty tiger

Suprise purple flower

Tiger explosion of color

Spits pollen

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Bouquet from garden

Better than any store bought flowers :))  Only thing is, I had to be really choosy which ones I picked, there were ants crawling on some of them.  I wanted to cut one of the white and purple tigers but there are only 2 plants of that color so far, and only 2 flowers open.  So I left them to grow a bit yet.

Peace y'all. 

He was on our kitchen floor. You can't deny it. It's all I could do to keep from drawing 2 little awesome Jimi eyeballs in. He forgot his guitar though, so we lent him our magnet.

Props to The Jimi.*

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(*Photo enhanced to truly appreciate its awesomeness.)

:)

If I need my camera, I leave it at home. If I bring my camera, there's nothing to take pictures of. Why is that?

Here is a crappy cell phone pic of Luke Chueh's Mecha Sad Bear: Clear - a SDCC exclusive:

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I have a friend in England who calls July 4, Colonial Ingrates Day (I suspect many British do likewise - in jest of course!).

This was our first July 4 in the 'hood and it was very different to the other side of town.  Just about everyone in our row had a barbie and it felt like we were all just hanging out together even though we were separated by fences.

The neighbourhood was lit up with illegal (to DC) fireworks until 2 o'clock in the morning!   We, somewhat apprehensively, watched for escaping embers trying to light up our awning or wooden deck. 

Firework over rooftop

The kid from across the alley tried very hard to set our timber fence on fire by lighting all his fireworks right next to it. His house has a back fence of wire cyclone fencing - obviously not nearly as exciting as the prospect of burning a neighbour's fence!   Luckily he ran out of fireworks before he damaged property or his limbs.

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We could not see the fireworks on the National Mall but we could see the red glow in the sky over the houses across the alley from us.  I think that "feathery" line is part of a local firework:

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Our gun shot triangulation system must have been going nuts - all those bangs & pops!  And smoke everywhere: 

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I know these shots are not as spectacular as some people have posted of fireworks displays but remember these are just in my city neighbourhood!

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What questionS do you hate being asked?

How tall are you?

Why is your son an only child? (But I guess that's better than people assuming they know the reason why.)

Can you get this (gunderson waves arms in air to indicate VERY LARGE PROJECTS) done by Friday?

I'm back.  And discovered several things on the Tracey Vacation.  One of the least important is that this song is 7 minutes of sex - the rhythm, the way it builds, the way it ends - it's sex.  Good sex.  I just wish it lasted longer.  ;)   The rhythm on the guitar and the pacing of the words, oh my.  Listen, though it doesn't come across quite as well in the live version.  (And I hope to be off the Melissa Etheridge kick sometime soon.  My apologies for having too many of her lyrics recently.)

I've got this whisky
To take care of my lips.
I've got these long, cool, steel strings
At my fingertips.
And I ain't got nothing
To soothe my aching soul.
Except this screeching and screaming iron
To tell me where I ought to go.
- Melissa Etheridge, "Royal Station 4/16"