Nice!

This is fucking AWESOME! A whole new reason to go to Sweden!

Lawn Maintance

This place I live is SOO well groomed, I'm surprised there aren't signs that say "Keep Off The Grass". Ruth walked across the newly mowed lawn this afternoon, and she left a set of footprints that are now the only thing I can see when I look down. Ha!

I found Amity's Etsy page, and fell in LOVE with this piece! It's totally going to be mine!

The fire debacle is finally over. New trim, curtains, and a fresh coat of my new favorite color (Benjamin Moore "waterfall"), and we're back in business!

Franky says relax

I went for a drive through the "country" today. And practically got run off the road! Follow up with beers on the balcony with my favorite boy, a long bike ride, and an assortment of girlie flicks that my mom sent me. Heading out now to the onset of T-town for beers and smokes on the deck, and a Cheech and Chong marathon to mark what seems to be a week long celebration of our one year anniversary. I can't believe its been a year! As dysfunctional and confusing as it may be from the outside...I do love that after a year, we still fit, and still have things to talk about, and as I review texts and emails claiming that we've been an old married couple from the begining...I just laugh.
Time to spend some quality time with my baby Francis!

Mikey, 2 am...

While standing in front of the freezer trying to cool off...
"You've got bourbon but no ice? That's like ham with no burger!"

Holy Guacamole Batman!

So, it's graduation weekend here in my tiny town. And it got me thinking about my (mine and Kelly's) OWN graduation. And I realized that that was 7 years ago.

Allow it to sink in.

S-E-V-E-N Y-E-A-R-S A-G-O.

That's 7 Christmases. 7 Birthdays. 7 summers.

And it all went back to a conversation I had with a friend tonight about how sometimes we just stop associating our actual age with the age we are in our head. For example, my friend will be 31 next month. But she stopped really associating with her age at 25. And today, someone asked her how old she was as she was buying cigarettes, and she began to say 25...but then realized, somewhat with horror, that she was on the back end of 30.
It was kind of funny at the time. But it made me realize that for the longest time I always thought of myself as 22. Maybe 23. It wasn't until I turned 29, and got that new license, with a face on it that only vaguely reflects the face on the original 21 year old ID...and suddenly my schema-shifted. (An homage to JR...look it up)

But so anyway, I was wondering then...what mental age do you think YOU are?