Are You Ready?
Yawn, long drive home… no energy for posting anything other than one photo.
Good night.
yum yum
June is my favorite month. Sunny, warm without the inferno that comes in August, and the BEST thing about June, in Faye’s humble opinion, is BLUEBERRIES GALORE! Yumm yummm….. I stalk the produce stand, beg to know what day they will be bringing in another truckload of produce from the Georgia countryside….
Lush, juicy, large, sweet… pure heaven!
The childcare workers at my kids’ school probably feel a little differently about my blueberry habit, as it affects my children’s *ah-hem* bathroom breaks.
photo I snapped yesterday afternoon while joy-riding on some county roads...
photo, for the heck of it. the psa was filmed at the bethesda video studio, and in all the years of living here I have never been beyond the gates of Bethesda. It is beautiful back there! and the drive is under a classic canopy of live oaks... I couldn't help myself I just had to take a photo (in honor of John 
).
since I'm posting random landscape pics, i thought i'd throw in this pic i took a few weeks ago at Olympic Park in Atlanta...
Is it the developmental stage? 4 years old? Must be.
Sounds and noises in the dark… “they’re monsters”…. I tried to tell him they don’t exist… and then the conversation turned to why he needs to sleep in mama’s bed.
So is it monsters or just wanting to be with mama? Ohhhh, alright get in here, but be quiet
under the bed, outside, sounds all around
Oh! Classic Mom-daughter dynamic! What did I say? That the phone would ring within 30 minutes of my posting about what to wear? Well, HA! Maybe it was about 10 minutes, and I heard the phone jingling in the other room…. “Mom and Dad Home”, read the cellphone face.
Mom, with her decorator… and when her decorator speaks, well let’s just say the Ayatollah better be listening.
So, the decision was the teal blouse. It actually had a bit of a relaxed/wrinkled effect to it, and even though I have at times in my past worshipped Issey Miyake for blessing wrinkles, I knew that the wrinkly-ness of this blouse just MADE it look like Wal-Mart. So, I pressed it, donned some long white slacks and heels….
did “ma’ har’” and out the door I went. I am quite glad I grabbed the slacks and heels at the last minute because the studio had us sitting on a green stage, thus I really have no idea just how much of me could end up in the finished product.
quick photo booth before heading out the door, yeah that's a weird smile... I always feel so funny/cheesy when playing with photobooth... oh, and when I got to the studio, I took some of my bangs and parted them across and tucked them behind my ear...
I am going this afternoon to give a video testimonial for Olivia’s school. And, because “my mother raised me right” (that’s what she would say, or IS saying if she’s reading this right now, OR my phone will ring within 30 minutes of this posting and she WILL say, “you see, your mother raised you right”), I am trying to figure out what to wear…. I googled “what to wear for television interview” and found some great tips; don’t wear all white, don’t wear all black, avoid patterns, stay away from primary colors, pastels are okay, yadda yadda.
If you’re curious, you can find some fantastic info here.
This is not an interview with CNN, I know! However, if I’m gonna represent, well I can’t look like a frump or worse. The websites suggested video-ing yourself and watching with the sound off to see how much fidgeting you do, or where your eyes habitually wander… I am a hand-talker… ha! will have to keep them tied together….
I was thinking something with a collar may be a good choice, but all my collared shirts are white, I have one light blue one but it looks white on the video, and I don’t think I own a SINGLE polo shirt. So, I stopped by Wal-Mart (*gasp*!) and picked up a pink polo shirt and a teal woven… am just trying to decide which….
or I could go with the “mom-dress” that I have on, which is pink, and if I do my hair and put on some make-up I think it could pass.
Goodness watching this makes me realize that my sister and I share a lot of the same mannerisms…
and YES, mom! I know I am a little “mumbly” in the above videos, I was just babbling for the sake babbling.
My meat thermometer died, and so early last week I needed a new one a finally purchased the two part thermometer that I’ve been wanting…. you know the one? The probe stays in the meat and is attached to a display that you attach outside of the oven. Ahhhhh…. Just program what temp you are aiming for and it beeps when the desired temp is reached.
LOVE IT!!!! No more guessing on time. No more going back and forth to check the meat temp.
Also, I was without fresh lemons, and was in need of a quick marinade fix… there just happened to be some Mike’s Hard Lemonade in my fridge leftover from the trip to the beach…. sooo…. in it went.
Am curious to see how it turned out.
a little green
we have a wildlife center here in this southern city, located on a marsh island, under the canopy of preserved oak and pine forest.There are trails that take you
Josie, looking at something else
through the woods to animal displays of species that are local to Southeast Georgia and Northeast Florida. Wolves, deer, redfox, alligators, bobcats, Florida panthers, sandhill cranes, pelicans, several species of hawk, owl, a few bald eagles, and also some farm animals.
screech owl for all the little people to "ooh and ahhh" at...
They have a “Toddler Tuesday”, EVERY WEEK! and yes, it has taken me until NOW to actually go…. go, join the other granola-eating organic-milk drinking, volvo-driving maclaren-pushing moms….(yeah yeah, all is true about me except I drive a honda)…
Really, I just wanted an opportunity to do some Josie and mommy time. We had fun together. She was a great little trooper and was especially fond of the goofy turkeys.
ooh, cow and turkeys
turkeys make me giggle... if you want a laugh you should hear my impression of a gobble....
a peek inside the greenhouse
I discovered, through some googling clickity-click, click this link, ooh click that link, a Special Olympics “Young Athletes” group that is trying to form locally. From what I can tell, the Special Olympics has designated a new “group” or offshoot for young children who are not of qualifying age (8) for Special Olympics.
The local group has a series of picnics organized for the summer, and their first will be in about a week…. I was tempted by the opportunity to get out and meet some other mothers of disable children, and also give Olivia an opportunity to “hang” in a social atmosphere… but, I am starting to wonder just HOW DISABLED, particularly mentally and verbally, most participants are and whether this would really be a good fit.
Naturally, the only way to know is to just go. Once won’t hurt, but sheesh I do not want to be the only “autistic” one there. I think the child of the mom organizing it has cerebral palsy.
Maybe I am over-thinking it. Maybe I should just not worry about it and keep looking for an autistic “play group”. Maybe I should not worry about it and stop thinking like a disabled person in isolation and just go and take my autistic daughter and let her REPRESENT for the autistics among us.
Oh! Do I love this kid! She is so sweet, and so beautiful, and we have a few hours alone this evening… I just popped in Elmo, and she’s been giggling and watching it. It’s fantastic!
giggling and watching Elmo!
After a bath and some jabbering with Mama, she is full of expression… Ohh!!! They’re playing patty cake on Elmo, and she clasped her hands together during the scene! ah!
Ah! My little sweetheart.
expressive hand gestures and jabbering
She was telling me SOMETHING... 
full of jabber...
And yes, she is wearing an over-night training underpant, and it gives her a bubble butt under her pj’s.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know… that door frame sure looks dirty from this point of view… listen, when it comes to “man-jobs” around here, I fail miserably. Mowing grass and washing soffits just doesn’t fit into my schedule.
Hah!
Here’s a pic of the nest. Not quite as big and frightening as I had recalled. With the passage of time, the nest was growing bigger and bigger in my head.
But! I did feel pretty bad when I was explaining to Jackson, answering his questions, about why the wasps/hornets built the nest… I explained that was where they laid the eggs and fed their babies… and, yes, mommy just bought a can of wasp-family killer and when it gets dark and the wasp-family is in it’s nest then mommy will spray it…. WHAT!?!
Ugh. How can I teach my child to respect nature etc, and at the same time “kill” the wasps because they built their house on mine…
I’m going to have to sleep on this one. Let’s just hope that during the night some giant aliens don’t land on planet earth and decide to shoot radioactive foam into my house….
the nest
