Forty-five

Not too much going on right now, hence the dearth of interesting blog entries this past week. My mother is planning a picnic at the park in Marshall for the 4th so Seth and I, at least, will be going up for that. If Brian isn't raking or baling hay, he and Lacey will come too. We took Seth to see Wall-E on Friday night, it was a very, VERY good movie, as was the little short that preceded it. For being a love story about a robot and a trash compactor, it was very affecting. Yes, I cried. Quite a bit, actually. I'm sure Seth thinks I'm a total loon.

Back to work tomorrow. At least it's a short week.

Forty-four

“Some people see things that are and ask, Why? Some people dream of things that never were and ask, Why not? Some people have to go to work and don't have time for all that shit.”

I will miss this man.

Forty-three

We had our first play date today! Seth C. from preschool came over with his mom, Cindy, and we had a very nice afternoon. A few small scuffles (no sharing of favorite toys, thank you very much!) and Seth C. wasn't too interested in the sprinkler after all, but we'll definitely get together again.

Forty-two

Father's Day 2008

My daddy:

My baby-daddy:

My baby:

Best shot of the day:

Forty-one

Here's how effed up I am this morning.

My morning snack is usually an apple, which is usually just tossed in my purse before I leave home. This morning, when I got to my desk, I unloaded a few things out of my purse rather hurriedly, as I was trying to dive right into all the work I had to deal with first thing this morning. Threw my purse under my desk and sat down to get started.

Maybe...fifteen minutes later, I was sitting here reading some instructions on a job ticket and reached over to my right, without looking, to use my computer mouse. Rolled it around on my desk for a minute waiting for the icon on the screen to roll so I could get to where I needed to go. Nothing happening. I bang the mouse on the desk a couple times ... hmm, doesn't sound like a piece of plastic. I look at my right hand ... I'm holding my apple!

Which, of course, doesn't work on the PC.

Forty

Dodge gave me a bit of a scare this evening. I had noticed when I left for work this morning that he wasn't around, but didn't give it much thought. It was when Seth and I got home and he still wasn't around that I started to get a little scared. Since both Maggie and Boomer disappeared last fall I've been a little spooked, and got myself worked up a little about it by the time Brian got home. In the month or so that we've had Dodge, he's barely left the yard. (That I know of.)

So anyway, Seth and I both hollered for Dodge for about half an hour, to no avail. When Brian got home, we took the truck out in the pasture to check the fences and ponds in case he'd gotten hung up or stuck somewhere. No sign of him. We drove down the road to the nearest neighbor's ... and there he was, sitting out in front of their house, with their dog. Their *girl* dog. He could *totally* hear us yelling from there, I have no doubt of it. He was *blowing us off for a girl*!!!

I didn't think I'd have to put up with that until Seth hit junior high.

In other news, Seth was an Artiste this weekend. Originals for sale, prices starting very reasonably in the low 100s.

And...sometimes Seth falls asleep funny in his carseat...

Thirty-nine

Okay. I just watched the trailer for Kevin Costner's new movie Swing Vote, and I felt compelled to get on here and write that no matter what movie he makes, no matter how much of an Actor he tries to be, whether it's light or dark or something kind of gray (or watery) ... if he, at any point in time in the film (or even on a show talking about the film), giggles, I will watch it. I have loved Costner since Silverado, wherein he giggled quite often, if memory serves, and have stood by him through thick and through thin. Waterworld bedamned. I like Kevin Costner and I will continue to watch his movies.

Let's just keep him giggling, tho, okay?

Thirty-eight

Today was Seth's first swimming lesson. Before the lessons started, he decided to see how the water felt:

Then, when the lessons finally started, he was very brave about getting in the water, especially when Mama and Daddy weren't getting in with him. They did some very basic stuff, just some floating, kicking, going under a couple times, and jumping in. He wasn't too sure about floating on his back the first time, but was great on his second try. Now, only seven more to go!

Thirty-seven

First Sprinkler Experience

Abandoned Kitten (later reunited with Mama Cat!)

Instead of "Blue Steel" he decided on "Shoot the Moon"

Thirty-six

We went to see Eddie Izzard last night. He was spectacular! So, so funny. After the show, perhaps due to how many fans were milling around outside the back gates, he came out and talked to people, answered questions, let people take pictures. My sister, who worked for some time at the Uptown, said she'd never seen another artist do that, so his coolness factor just shot through the roof! I couldn't come up with a coherent question to ask so I didn't even bother trying to get his attention. I thought about asking if he was Minnie Driver's baby-daddy but figured that wouldn't go over so well. :o) I got his autograph a few years ago in Chicago so I didn't feel the urge to rush him. My friend took some good pictures, both of these here are courtesy of the talented Ms. Angie Steward, as big an Eddie fan as I am.


*cough* tiger