9 posts tagged “mamm”
This is me just home from my used bookstore trip and wondering which one to dive into first.
I think I have enough Stephen to read or re-read to keep me busy for a while. Let's hope it inspires my own creativity.
You know, I could have also chosen to call this "Me and My Monday" post "Me and the Works of My Hero." I don't want to BE King, because I'm too used to living life without peeing standing up. And besides, I often wonder if the imagination that lets him weave these kinds of tales also keeps him awake at night. I'm pretty sure it would me. But man, I'd love to write like him.
I ended up choosing "The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon" for my first read.
... or one of them, anyway.
Lee took this picture in my parents' backyard, when we were over for Father's Day yesterday.
Sometimes, I feel like I'm at a mini-resort when I'm there. It isn't just the pool itself, but the way Mom puts just the perfect assortment of flowers around so that when you're swimming or sitting by the pool, you're always looking at nature's beauty. You can't see it here, but there's also a beautiful canopy of trees further back in the yard.
Yep - a mini-resort, but with the added edge of being homey. At least to me.
Casual Day!
I've talked before about how I hate dress codes at work - how I am a very, very bad employee when it comes to understanding why "professional attire" is so important when you work in a non-customer-service role. Well, a bunch of things happened last Thursday that conspired to make me buck the dress code and go to work comfy. We had a long power outage due to a storm (everyone knows you can't get all dressed up when you have no electricity, right??), and a work crab feast to attend. Those were reasons enough to make last Thursday a casual day for me.
It is rare that you'll see me with a big grin like that on my face during working hours. But a sleeveless shirt, jeans, and a pair of sandals on office time ... that's special enough to make me smile on the clock.
Yes, I know I have warped priorities.
I've mentioned in several of my Vox entries over the last year that I have a five-year-old sense of humor sometimes. Well ... here's the proof. Yesterday Lee was making eggs and I was toasting and buttering waffles for our breakfast, using an "I Can't Believe Its Not Butter" substitute we decided to try. And the above is what crossed my mind.
Luckily, that turned out not to be true. The stuff really is kind of good.
OK ... he's not mine exactly. He's my mom's, my sister's and my niece's. But he is the sweetest and most loving dog ever, and when you're at my folks' house you can't help but feel that he's adopted you. In fact, there's no way you can NOT pet Bailey. He'll just nudge and poke at you until you do.
He's also the "miracle dog" that my family almost just lost because he ate a sock and got it stuck in his intestinal track. Much surgery and stress later, he's back to normal. So I'm extra glad he's here to have these moments.