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I Will Be A Hummingbird

By admin | Published: October 1, 2011

I am planning to do work on a different layout here at Read & Tell Me. I am not sure what direction I will go, but I feel the need for a change. I just about spent some time working on the banner this week, when I read about the death of Wangari Maathai.

This amazing lady was the first African woman to receive the Nobel Peace Prize. She was a strong voice for education and environmental sustainability. Ms. Maathai spoke all over the world encouraging people to do what they can to make a difference.

She is most famous for a very simple story that really spoke to me.

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I heart the Bookmarklet and other Techy Geek Stuff

By admin | Published: September 30, 2011

I have been reluctant to update the layout here on Read and Tell Me for some time. Why? Primarily because I found began to use Google Reader so not to miss anything on my favorite blogs…..you know, all 100+ of them. I started using G Reader after I found this happy thing….Byline. For almost a year, I have kept up with my blogs in very little time by flipping through them like a magazine. Byline has a button that with one touch you can send it to email, Instapaper (if you don’t know about Instapaper you are MISSING OUT), Twitter or just open in Safari. You can categorize blogs in folders and it syncs directly with Google Reader. Amazing?!?!

Here is the rub…..well, I guess there are several.

1. You miss out on the ambiance of the art and design of the blog. When you are reading content using Byline, you are looking at a white screen with words and pictures only. If you follow a blog that does not have the appropriate settings, then you only get words and no pictures.

2. You do not show up as having visited the site. For a fellow Blogger, this is really frustrating. I like to know that people are reading. Numbers are just numbers, but they do keep me motivated. Comments are best, but I have a lot of shy readers. I know you are reading because you ask me about things I post on my blog all over town and Law Man now has quite a following of people downtown who address him as such. THAT IS AWESOME, by the way….keep it up. I love it when he comes home and reports that ‘so and so’ called him Law Man. **BTW, I know you can change settings on your blog so that it forces you to “jump” to the actual post on the web, but that makes me feel like I am being told what to do and I despise being told what to do.

3. Finally, I find it hard to comment using your mobile device. It is possible, but depending on the blog, the security settings and your mobile device typing ability commenting can be anywhere from tedious to impossible.

Long story a little bit shorter, when people have asked me how I keep up with the blogs that I do, I gave them a very vague answer to avoid them falling into the number of lurkers who read my blog and I have no idea they are out there.

A few weeks ago I discovered something that has apparently been out since 2007. Someone really should have told me this, I feel betrayed. I will not betray you. Here is the secret.

Step 1: Set up an account with Google Reader.

Step 2: Go to upper right hand corner of Google Reader home screen and click on the settings button.

Step 3: Go to the Goodies Tab

Step 4: Add Subscribe Bookmarklet

If you find yourself repeatedly visiting a website to check for updates, or if you just stumble across a page you want to keep track of, you can easily subscribe to it in Google Reader using the subscribe bookmark.

To use the subscribe bookmark, simply drag the link below to your bookmarks bar. Then, when you’re on a web page, you can click the bookmark to view it in Google Reader.

Once you see the feed preview, confirm your subscription by clicking the “Subscribe” button within Reader

Step 5: Add Next Bookmarklet

The next bookmark is an innovative way to read your subscriptions. It allows you to use Google Reader through just one link – clicking on it takes you to the next unread item, marking it as read in the process. It is particularly useful for subscriptions which only include snippets or when you want to read an article in context.

To use the next bookmark, simply drag the link below to your bookmark bar.

You can also create a next bookmark for a specific tag. To do so, select a tag below and drag the resulting link to your bookmark bar.

You are set. Now you can keep up with all of the blogs your heart desires, comment and participate and get the full experience of the art and design on each site. It will continue to sync with Byline or any and all other Google Reader apps you have on your computer and mobile devices. Yay!!! Problem solved. I love it.

By the way, Instapaper and Pinterest both have Bookmarklets too in their Goodie Section. I also have one for Ravelry and Ziplist. Check them out and let me know what you think. If you have any technical questions or problems leave them in the comment section or shoot me an email.
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I Found My People

By admin | Published: September 20, 2011

I mentioned a month or so ago that I went to San Diego with my Aunt. We went to a conference and then stayed a couple of extra days with my mom’s cousin and his wife. This particular branch of my family moved to California before I was born. I have only met them a handful of times and the last time I remember seeing them was at a family reunion in 1992.

I cannot tell you how great it was to get to know them as an adult. It was like we had spent holidays together for years. They told me things about my grandparents, my great aunt and uncle, my mother and her brothers. And of course there are always Aunt Char stories…(*well, sh*t, Char would say….I just realized I never posted about my birthday surprise trip when we went to visit her in May. That will come.) Most of the stories they told me I had never heard.

My Uncle Gary reminded me so much of my grandfather it was creepy. Even more so since they are not blood related. (My grandfather’s brother was his step-dad). The day we arrived at their house their daughter, Sonia, drove in from L.A. (As a girl from Oklahoma, I have always wanted to say that.) Again, I had not seen her since the family reunion when I was in the 8^th grade, so I did not know what to expect. Aunt Charlene talks about her nieces often, but she never mentioned that Sonia is a graphic designer who loves make pottery and eat good food. She even blogs and has an Etsy shop. She really is my long lost creative type twin. Please excuse the creepy stalker feel, but it was really exciting. The only difference is she lives in L.A. and makes money with her creative ventures….but, really, who is keeping score?

When Sonia arrived, we headed down to the beach. This always makes girls from Oklahoma giddy. Gary taught me to boogie board. If my pale body that hadn’t exercised all summer due to the extreme heat dome that sat over Oklahoma for two months, was not a dead give away that I was not from California, my boogie boarding skills sure were. Seriously, I looked like a toddler learning to walk. But I was determined, so I kept after it. Gary was trying to get me to listen to the waves and pick the right one. Finally, he said, “stand here and do what I do.” He jumped on his board and went sailing toward the beach…..I just belly flopped onto my board and went about six inches. As soon as I stood up, I saw it….the wave he described. It had the right sound, the right foam and I jumped on. Two seconds later I was on a wave heading to shore only I was several feet up and the wave broke right over my great uncle. I bailed and tried not to kill my host on the first day. He was fine but I looked like a mess as I tried to discreetly get the sand out of my swimsuit. This was about the time I noticed the surfers laughing at me.

Don’t worry friends. I didn’t give up. We continued until I was so beaten by the waves I could barely haul my poor little body up on the shore. The next day I woke up and felt like I had been run over by a truck. It was almost noon before I connected my pain to the boogie board. I am so glad I could educate those Californians on what it is like to be from Oklahoma.

While we were at the beach, I took a picture of this cute little family with children near our boys age. They were building a sand castle. Big Guy as asked for years to go to the beach and build a sand castle. I emailed a picture to Law Man so he could show the boys. That night, I get word that it took dad quite some time to console the boys that the black shapes they were seeing in the background of the picture were surfers, not sharks. Lesson learned….do not send a picture with surfers in the background to children in Oklahoma the week after Shark Week. I think I postponed the beach requests for a while anyway.

The infamous “shark” picture.

We spent the next 36 hours eating at local restaurants, drinking local beer and took a great trolley ride around the city. The most interesting part was to hear the stories Gary and Cathy told about their time in California and how things had changed and evolved. It was priceless time. I so wish my mother could have been with us.

I got to educate them on my obsession with taking pictures of food. :)

I *heart* BLICK….and I finally got to go visit one and I did not buy a single thing.

Aunt Cathy is a knitter…..*swoon*!

I was giddy over their four Rosemary Bushes….and bragged about the Crape Myrtles I have that are as tall as our two story house.

I had been in search of “my people” the whole time I was in California and with my Aunt, Uncle and Sonia…..I found them.

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Never Say Never or You Might Become a Den Mom

By admin | Published: September 14, 2011

***Please note that I do like nature, sweating, hiking and even camping….for one night only. But I am not sure Den Mom is for me. The above pictures are from a hike we rearranged our entire schedule in Vail, CO to take just last month.

I am doing great on my “bucket list”……I prefer to call it a compost pile. You know, that list of things you say you will “never” do. Well, my mother told me, “never say never” but like so many other things I didn’t listen. My “pile” goes something like this….

I will never….

Take my baby to the grocery store without putting socks on him.
Go to church on a Wednesday night.
Let my kids watch Spongebob Square Pants.
Worry that my kids are bored.
Stop working to stay home with my kids.
Make Law Man dinner if he comes home after 7:30 pm.

The list goes on and on. The latest #epicfail…..I will NEVER be a leader of Boy Scouts. I know….I am horrible. I am a terrible, awful, no good, very bad PERSON. But, Boy Scouts is just not for me. I didn’t even like Camp Fire. The only thing that made that experience tolerable was our awesome Camp Fire Mom/Leader…..I don’t know what her official title was but it was not “Epawa” or whatever I will soon be known as. I remember one time we were supposed to “go camping.” We basically took our slumber party full of sweets, nail polish and McDonalds out to a tent on their “ranch” and slept. Then we went inside the cabin, cleaned up and went to town for breakfast. Highlight of the trip…we got to take turns driving our fearless leader’s 1989 Taurus Wagon. It was awesome. The second highlight was when she got pulled over for speeding on our way home. All of us Campfire Girls were in the back…..behind the backseat laying down and we stuck french fries out of our mouths like we were smoking when the officer walked by to do is vehicle check.

Geesh, how times have changed….now I suppose I will need to make sure we have 5 point harnesses for each boy in the Pack…..not Troop, Pack. I stand corrected. And children smoking, riding in the trunk and driving their parents cars has become so taboo.

Here is what I have learned a few things from my two scouting meetings, thus far.

As long as I wear heels I think I can avoid the “uniform”.
They call the Big Guy’s Pack (1^st Grade) Cub Scouts NOT Boy Scouts. I can’t seem to get this in my head, but apparently it is a big deal.
They earn (not win) badges (not patches). I think I have that right…and something about belt loops.
The other (primarily male) leaders scowl at you when you suggest that you ask your brother in law to fix the “pushcart” for the pushcart races. Apparently these are little wood boxes with wheels and no brakes that the boys ride in and “get hurt while having fun.”

I still have to figure out what the Pack Meeting and “Arrow Ceremony” are all about. What I understand now is that they take a long time and there is a lot of sitting and listening, but they are VERY IMPORTANT.

Needless to say, I am not equipped to be a Den Mom. That is what they call it….I thought a den was where the kids gathered to watch TV…Nope that is what we call our little covey of boys that pretend to sit and learn about being prepared leaders when all they are really thinking about is, “when do we get to use a pocket knife and shoot a bow and arrow?” They are going to be sorely disappointed when they find out that their Den Mom has more than a slight aversion to weapons.

I think part of the problem is that I just have very different ideas about what it means to “be with nature” and “be prepared”. Let’s just say a public campsite with 60+ boys and their families is not my vision. I do hope there is some serious talk about hiking etiquette. Maybe even cotillion for the outdoors. At the very least….stay on the trails, talk quietly and leave nature alone (i.e. don’t break of tree limbs, step on the bugs, harass the wildlife). As for preparedness, go with a buddy and bring a cell phone. If all else fails follow the water down the mountain. Which brings up the last thing…..we are doing all of this in Oklahoma, land of the extreme temperature and no water or mountains.

Someone please leave me some advice on Scouting.

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Grandparents

By admin | Published: September 13, 2011

Today Grandma Jan and I went up to have lunch with the Little Guy to celebrate Grandparent’s Day…..the Grandpa’s couldn’t make it…..those pesky jobs! :)

Giving Grandma the flower he made

We had such a great time and it went just as you would expect…..Grandma drove 25 minutes to my house to pick me up, I made lunch for both of us, we arrived and had no idea where to go, we were asked to go outside in the hot but wet courtyard, and Little Guy sat with his friends and did not really eat a thing. Then he got up, lost control of the stick I asked him to put down….the stick flew into another mother’s lunch….he tried to climb a tree and then ran and ran and ran. He paused twice once for me to open his chips and once to give me and Grandma a kiss. IT WAS SO WORTH IT!

My Grandparents at Mom and Dad’s Wedding

Nanny at my second birthday party

Grandma Brown never liked her picture to be taken….but this is one of my favorites….she is in the red with her little sister a couple of years ago.

Nanny holding Big Guy

I remember as a child that every time my grandparents came to something it must be “really important”. Now, as a parent, I realize exactly why his precious school asked grandparents to come have lunch and meet their friends. This is such an important part of their lives at four and a half.

I am so thankful for the time I had with my grandparents growing up. I am also so pleased at the way life has allowed my boys to spend time with their grandparents. They have different relationships with each set, just as I did. But, my dad and Dillon’s parents make sure to do what they can to offer their love and get to know each nuance of my precious boys. The boys get to know my mom from the stories my sisters and I tell and her wonderful brothers and sister’s in laws who go above and beyond.

I will say there have been times when I want to hog my kids all to myself or not go to “the trouble” of getting two little guys out for a holiday or family get together and yet I remember with such fondness Grandma, Nanny and Papa. Selfishly I am so happy that I realized these important relationships early in my parenting….planting seeds for my little guys of how great grandparents are……like ME! :)

Off to pick up the sweet little guys who will be tired and starving, nurse them back to tolerable creatures and take them to Cub Scouts. Did I mention I am now a Den Mom. REALLY? This should be interesting.

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Garden Envy

By admin | Published: September 7, 2011

I suffer from some major GARDEN ENVY. I so want to be that person with a green thumb that can grown anything, but “I AM NOT” would be an understatement. However, I do like to celebrate other peoples gardens and I continue to dream of the day when I live in a climate that has less drastic temperature changes then here in Oklahoma.

Much to my dismay, there are a few Oklahoma Gardeners who are absolutely wonderful and I love to follow their work through their blogs…and every once in a while I get lucky and have the opportunity to visit their little plots of paradise in person.

In My Garden

This is absolutely one of my favorite places to seek refuge. Gail lives in the house next to the house where I grew up in Enid, Oklahoma. I have played in this backyard for years. One time Mrs. Newell even threatened to call the police because she thought I was an intruder. I was just playing hide and seek. This was back in the day when you played in your neighbors yards without asking. Times have changed.

Anyway, a couple of years ago I was back in Enid for a shower that was held in my old hideout. I was shocked. The rows of bushes that walled the area were gone and it was like entering The Secret Garden. The garden was lined with herbs and lettuces in between annuals that made a perfect border for her amazing perennials that stood tall behind. The garden house was amazing and outlined in countless varieties of roses. Words do not do this sanctuary justice. I remember several people trying to talk to me about how I was doing and all I could do was stare at the beauty and try to take in each individual flower.

I told Gail that day that she should start a blog about her garden. I was wrong…..she should write a book. Her words are inspirational and her insight into gardening is something everyone can learn from whether you garden or not. So far, my favorite tip is here. Now, I can’t wait to have some beetles invade one of my plants so I can try this little organic tidbit. If you appreciate beautiful things….this is a place you must visit even if it just virtually.

Potager

***Please note….you will have to visit her site to see how wonderful it is, I do not have any pictures of the tulips. I am not sure how that happened, but I do have a pic of the tulips we planted inspired by Potager. :)

When I first moved to Oklahoma City, you know when I became a real adult and moved out of the college town I called home for so many years, we moved into a precious little house in a historic neighborhood. At the end of our street was an alley that was easily confused as a dead end. You could turn left at the overgrown alley to leave the neighborhood or right to go to the park. This alley collected all kinds of crazy things including trash, dumpsters (when it flooded), birds of all kinds, stray cats and an occasional transient now and then. It was not my favorite thing about our street, but it was part of its colorful character I suppose.

We moved in mid-winter and I had become accustom to take a different route to and from my house. Finally, spring sprung and we walked down to the park via the alley. Just as we turned the corner I saw the most beautiful display of tulips I have ever seen. After that, turning right on that alley became the new routine. It was amazing. The landscaping changed with the seasons and each month and then year it was more beautiful than the last.

Fast forward a few years, we moved to another neighborhood. One day, I tripped upon an awesome gardening blog. Then I realized it was from here in Oklahoma City. Finally, she posted some pictures of her front yard and it looked so familiar. The house with the amazing front yard had an even more amazing back yard. You get the picture….thus is how I found Potager.

Kam’s Kookery and Guilford Gardens

***A little kitchen envy too!

I have posted about Kam’s before and raved about her cooking. She is absolutely amazing in the kitchen. What she does in the kitchen, barely holds a candle to what they have done in the garden. Again, it is breathtaking. The enormity of it is what you first notice. You almost forget you are in the middle of Oklahoma City and think you are on a farm. Kam has row after row of vegetables, herbs and flowers. She has a worm farm in the shed and the entire place is certified organic. I still don’t know how she was able to accomplish this in the middle of the city, but she did.

Kam is now a busy mom of two and does not blog very often, but I guarantee you I check it out as often as possible for the gardening inspiration and amazing recipes.

In case you are inspired….here is a brief list of other gardens to visit in Oklahoma.

Front Yard Gardens around Central Park Neighborhood in OKC

Community Youth Outreach Garden

Philbrook Gardens in Tulsa that now includes an edible garden that donates to the food bank.

Woodward Park and Tulsa Garden Center

The Sunken Gardens in Enid, Oklahoma

What Garden’s and Oklahoma Gardening Blogs am I leaving out?

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International Bacon Day

By admin | Published: September 3, 2011

In honor of International Bacon Day!!! Thanks Aunt Cindy for not allowing me to miss this important day.

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Friday Favorites

By admin | Published: September 2, 2011

Here are a few of my favorite things……

An Amazing Kitchen Garden

The Periodic Table of Typefaces

And, in celebration of Parent Teacher Meetings here in OKC….. A Message For Trachers…..from Manuel Scott’s Blog. Check it out!

Happy Friday!

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Not in My House — Foodie Lesson 2

By admin | Published: September 1, 2011

Foodie is all too often viewed in a negative light. Some think that it implies that you are a luxury snob or knowledge snob. I strongly disagree. I will freely admit that I can be a hotel snob and the State Fair continues to yuck me out. However, foodie is not a term of snobbishness. Foodie, to me, implies an interest in how food is made, prepared, its cultural background, emotion that is evoked and much, much, more.

Are Foodies emotional eaters? No, you are totally missing the point. A Foodie just recognizes that there is often emotion evoked in the smells and tastes of food from our past. Remember the holiday stuffing?!?! How can you forget the stuffing?

Foodies only go to exclusive restaurants and eateries? Again, no. Foodies like to go to places who think about what they are serving. They get just as hyped when they are at a BBQ joint in Colorado that serves Fried Green Tomatoes as a side option (I *heart* Kirby Cosmos) as they do when they go to the upscale, all local, ever changing Ludivine here in OKC.

Wikipedia defines a foodie as different from gourmets in that “gourmets are epicures of refined taste, whereas foodies are amateurs who simply love food for consumption, study, preparation, and news. Gourmets simply want to eat the best food, whereas foodies want to learn everything about food, both the best and the ordinary, and about the science, industry, and personalities surrounding food.”

They go on to explain, “typical foodie interests and activities include the food industry, wineries and wine tasting, breweries and beer sampling, food science, following restaurant openings and closings and occasionally reopenings, food distribution, food fads, health and nutrition, cooking classes, culinary tourism, and restaurant management.” For me it Foodie also implies local food, wine, beer, restaurants, grocery stores, farmer’s markets, etc.

You get the picture?!?! If not, how about a little list to simplify the situation a bit.

You might be a Foodie if:

you LOVE to take pictures of well plated food…..or any food for that matter.
you often tell your dining companions that they should pick something to eat that they are “passionate” about. (Usually they look at you like you are totally crazy.)
you much prefer to go to a restaurant that has a chef rather than a daily special.
you have an internal rule to never order the same thing twice.
you want to be the first of your friends and family to go to a new restaurant or grocery store so you can form your own, unbiased opinion.
you research restaurants and breweries in cities you visit more than the hotel or shopping.
you would rather have water than a Budweiser or Coors product.
every season you pick a dish “to master” and then you make every foodie you know try it and give their opinion.
you think presentation is as much of a part of the dining experience as the food itself.
when people ask you how your vacation went and you tell them where you ate.
you know whether Mangalista is a vegetable, breed of pig, or a type of pasta.

I am sure there are a lot more, but I think you get the picture. What are your opinions of the word Foodie?

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Crazy on a Good Day

By admin | Published: August 31, 2011

I doubt many of you faithful readers have ever read by bio on the “About” page. I hate writing these. I never know what to say about myself. Frankly, I usually read my own biography and think how ridiculous it sounds…but, this time, I worked on it some more until I was comfortable with it. Not in love, but comfortable. I remember trying to figure out how to put my crazy, over active mind into words that would describe just how all over the place I can be. ”Crazy on a good day,” just seemed to fit.

Law Man often gets frustrated with me because I am constantly doing and/or thinking about at least half a dozen things at any one time. My only response has been, “Try being me. It’s not easy to be in my head.”

When mornings like today happen, I am all out of sorts.

Last night we came home exhausted from the pool. I took the kids out there to have one last summer hoorah. I kept telling myself that other people do fun activities after school. Their kids are not too tired. I should do more than bring them home and do homework. The boys will be fine. Right? WRONG!!!

My kids were crying on the way home telling me that I “made them stay at the pool too long.” Mind you it was only 6:45 pm.

I get them home and Law Man took over. I could not hear one more whine or complaint so I go hide in the basement laundry room better know as the dungeon. It is my one safe haven. Big Guy says that witches must live down there because witches live in dark dirty places. You get the picture.

Law Man puts them down and goes back to the office to “prepare for trial”. The night is fairly quiet other than my old, very stubborn, very deaf dog apparently coerced her love interest, the neighbors black lab, out onto the streets. My dog made it home…..as she always does. Their dog got lost. After a street wide search party, the dog was delivered home safely only to puke all over their carpet as soon as he walked in the door. Yep, neighbor of the year, right here.

I go to bed. Law Man is still out. I toss and turn because no matter how much I want to believe I am a feminist, I can never go to sleep until my husband is safely home. I don’t think that makes me less of a feminist, do you? There I go, off track again.

Sometime in the middle of the night Big Guy comes running into our room screaming and crying. He had a “bad dream.” I look over and Law Man has made it home. FINALLY, I can get some good sleep. I tell Big Guy to go back to bed or sleep on my floor. You know, I am NOT going to be that parent who lets them get in my bed every time he has a bad dream. AND he is 6 years old weighing in at a hefty 65+ lbs. This works for about 20 minutes and then he starts whining that he wants to get in our bed.

Law Man wakes from his coma to utter something to the effect of, “Take him away, I have to sleep, I have trial tomorrow.” So, away we go. Big Guy and I climb up to his single top bunk and hunker down for what I know will be a miserable nights sleep. I toss, he turns and kicks and my face ends up smashed into one of the wood slats that is supposed to keep us from falling onto the floor.

Time goes by….I am not sure what time it is when I hear little guy. Coming in from outside. As in, outside of the house. Roaming the streets like the neighbors dog. I call for him and he comes up. ”Is daddy still here?” I ask.

“Yep.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yep.”

I look out the window to see if Law Man’s truck is out there. Nope. So, I tell Little Guy that daddy has already gone to work.

“No. His car is out there. Let me show you.” He says as he drags me outside to point across the street and into the neighbor’s driveway. The car is gone now so he tells me that he must have already left.

“Why would dad park in the neighbors driveway?” I ask.

Little Guy shrugs his shoulders and goes in to eat breakfast. At this point he shows me his two slugs that he has been carrying around. When I ask where he found them, he calmly told me that he saw them as he was walking around outside looking for mom and dad. GREAT! We eat. We rush. We get out the door. We arrive to school in the nick of time and Little Guy decides he wants to be my cling on. I strip him off return to my car.

I call Law Man and thank him for waking us up before he left. His response, “Did you not get the boys to school on time?” WRONG THING TO SAY!!! I said a few things that ended in, “all of this because you have ‘trial’, you are a lawyer for goodness sake. Lawyers go to court. Why should it disrupt our entire family?” He told me I was hyperbolic and I could not help but laugh at the crazy morning.

I came home to get a few things done before my pilates class at 9:30. How do I know it is at 9:30? Because I made an appointment for 11:00 and the only reason I would do that is because I wanted to be sure to make it to pilates. About 9:15 I realize that the class started at 9:00 and I had only made the appointment for 11:00 because I did not know what time pilates started. ARHG!!!! It is hard to be in my head!

I am still trying to figure out why Little Guy would think that his dad would park in the neighbors driveway. Does he need therapy?

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