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Apparently behaving like a lunatic is not enough to get one excused from jury duty.
Yay.
This morning I was changing Magnus’s diaper when I happened to glance out his window and notice an old Mexican man looking through ourneighbor’s garbage. I watched as he continued up the cul-de-sac, looking in everyone’s trash as he passed.
I waited for him to get to our cans before yelling out the window at him. He clearly did not speak English, but he seemed to understand the word “Police” well enough. Of course, he walked down the street and continued to look through the trash of our neighbors once he thought he was out of my line of sight.
I just love Southern California…
One month from today, I will be back at work.
And someone else will get to spend their days with my babies.
We’re having a thunder storm here this morning. A real thunder storm.
A low rumble of thunder broke over the house while I was getting Hunter dressed. “What was that, Momma?” More curious than afraid.
“Thunder.”
“Oh.”
On the way to school a flash of lightening split the sky near the horizon. “Did you see it?”
“See what?”
“The flash of light in the sky?”
“What?”
“It’s called lightening.”
“Where?”
“Over there.”
“What?”
“Over there.”
“I didn’t see it.”
“Keep looking, it might happen again.”
“I didn’t see it.”
“Keep looking.”
“I didn’t see it!”
And this continued…
I hope to be able to spend some quality time with my daughter some day in a place like Iowa. Sitting on a screened-in porch as the wet air of the night blows against our skin, frizzes our hair. I want her to be able to feel the thunder rumble under her feet, more than once or twice, or shake the entire house like a giant fist pounding in the street. I want her to see lightening so bright white across the sky it appears to be blue. And I want her to see rain falling so heavily that it overflows the gutters and runs up across the sidewalk so that we take off our shoes as we run home in the rain.
I want her to see lightening bugs too…
I hate Southern California.
With respect to Magnus and Peas: we were wrong. He likes them. Sorry Aunt Sheshe…
With respect to Hunter and her “dragon soup” she says to me later, “Momma, there’s a fire place in my mouth!” Then proceeds to blow air on me like she’s breathing fire. I watched her “torch” a few items from her dollhouse too. Am not sure how I feel about that…
Am finally able to fit into my pre-pregnancy pants…
Next up: skinny clothes!
I just spent way too much time looking at this…
And I took the time to sort out how to make a link…
Yay!
I just noticed something disturbing about my gmail account.
On the right-hand side of the inbox screen there is a list of “sponsored links”… I’ve pretty much conditioned myself not to look at things like that, but this morning, for some reason, look I did. Every single one of the links on the side of the page had something to do with the content of the email that I had open and was reading.
This does not make me happy.
Just like it doesn’t make me happy that Costco keeps a record of the items I purchase at their store.
Hmm.
http://www.promessa.se/index_en.asp
freeze-dried… amazing.
The LG ENV2.
No touch screen technology, qwerty keyboard, and small enough to put in my front pocket.
Is perfect.
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