March 24, 2012
83:365
I looked up from my desk to see the dark clouds rolling in. The trees, though, were still brightly lit by sunlight. It was like watching drama unfold right outside my office window. The trees were lit for less than a minute after I snapped this picture. I was glad I had looked up just in time.
March 23, 2012
82:365
March 22, 2012
81:365
She got to kick off her shoes and play on the inflatables after practice in the Soccerdome. She said it was the best soccer practice ever.
March 21, 2012
80:365
March 20, 2012
79:365Days like today, I don't mind the drive. Sunny skies, good music…made me miss my Corvette, though. We are coming back in to sportscar season, and I'm ready. We have some fantastic road trips planned this summer, and today made me yearn for a blue two-seater, a hot guy in the driver's seat, satellite radio, a camera with a clean card, and no deadline to be anywhere, except maybe dinner.
March 19, 2012
All she wanted to do today was take PB&J sandwiches to the park for a picnic lunch and then go fishing. It's all we heard yesterday, it's all we heard this morning. So after church we came home, changed, cut up some bait (hot dogs and cheese), retrieved the ol' Barbie pole from the garage and headed up to our favorite local park. After moving around a few times and trying various combinations, we settled on a routine that maximized our strengths and got us some fish:I bait the hook.
M casts, and then sets the hook when he feels a nibble.
Zoe reels it in, after we call her back from dancing, watching other fisherpeople, and searching for bullfrogs.
I unhook the fish and hold it while Zoe touches it with one finger and squeals that it's slimy.
I release the fish and dig a paper towel from my pocket so Zoe can make a show of wiping off her slimy finger.
I rebait the hook while Zoe takes all credit for catching a fish. Okay, so it shouldn't take three of us to land a bluegill, but it works for us and we left the park happy with our day's efforts. We caught six fish, and made a six-year-old very happy.
March 19, 2012
78:365
March 18, 2012
77:365
March 17, 2012
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March 16, 2012
75:365A trim this afternoon. Another step in my attempt to grow out the mop in an organized, non-freakshow sort of way. My usual method of simply stopping going for cuts does not, I've realized, work. I wind up with a ridiculous shaggy mullet of fuzz. It ain't pretty. Then I wake up one day, look in the mirror, and go batshit crazy until I can find a stylist to cut.it.off.NOW. Then it's cut and M's dreams are dashed and I swear I'll never grow it out again. This time, though, is different. For one, there is way better product available for curly hair. Or I finally have the financial means to shell out for it. Second, I've figured out I don't have to be style-free while growing it out. There's a way to do this in stages, you see. Trims here and there, and whacking off the mullet every couple of months until the top catches up. Anyway, after my trim and demulleting this afternoon, Ruth asked if I wanted it blown out straight. Just for shits and giggles. Why not? I mean, the hundred percent humidity will kill it 30 seconds after I walk out the door, but it ain't my energy to do it. So she blew it out, and I was awed by how long it has gotten (hard to see length on curly hair – it just keeps curling up the longer it gets!) and Zoe pronounced that Mommy looks silly (she's never seen my hair this long, or straight, before). We took a picture in the car to send to Daddy in London, and I love Zoe's expression in the background so it became my picture for today. We sure are having fun this week, just us girls. M comes home tomorrow night, and I can't wait. I've gotten used to having him around a lot and I might have trouble adjusting to his renewed travel schedule.