Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Grreat!

Tony should be shaking his fist.

Grr is for Grray, Grrandma, & Grrief! Apparently even Seattle isn't natural enough to appreciate that people under 60 years of age might have gray hair.


Grrief, this is what people are giving me. I paid a visit to the northwest to see my sister Maria who just had her first baby. On two out of three days I was accused of being the baby's grandmother! Grrandmother??


The first incident was a random lady in a parking lot. She looked at the baby, then at me and said, "That's a tiny one, grandma." I was thinking what a weirdo she was for talking to herself in the third person when I realized she was referring to me. I was so perplexed, distraught etc. I had to eat $15 worth of salad.


The second was a carpool mom whom Maria had just told, "I'm taking my sister to the airport." Next thing I know, this person is asking if Hugo's my first grandchild. Uh no, I'm Maria's sister.

I admit that yes, I am old enought to be Hugo's grandmother. But Maria's mother? She is six years younger than I! Grr is for curses on all of them! Both my accusers, I might add, had gray hair themselves-one abundantly so.


Maybe instead of SoJ I should be called SoGray. I will not color my hair.

Sunday, August 16, 2009

The Yard's never looked better.


Whoops, I meant for theses to be at the end.
This is girls' camp, fabulous piece of property that.



Nice warning.


Princess bandaids.



Mmm, fabulous food in my yard.


Ah, here's the yard.


So fun to run barefoot in the grass.
The most recent bird's buried under that tree.


The yard now looks like a herd of cattle passed through, I'm done with it. Bring on the snow.