Month: July 2003

Okay, I’m writing to you from the secret lair. Well, you know, the part of the lair that has air conditioning. Junior and I took a run to a nearby ice cream place and I got a frappe and he got some funky banana flavored Icee-type drink. Gah. He doesn’t like ice cream so I go to this place because at least I can order something for him. Last time we went he got blueberry. I think the banana is better, but not by much. It’s just really not a flavor I would pick, but neither are half the flavors they have there. Kiwi? Chocolate? (Oh, ya, sign me up for a chocolate-flavored shaved-ice drink. Ya. Make it two.) I’m sure some flavors go faster than others (grape and cherry come to mind) but yeesh. 32 flavors? No thanks.

Spent all day yesterday out in the sun, and all day today in the sun, and I’ve have about enough of sweating right now. Today was worse, heat and humidity-wise. Of course yesterday I had no shame and I put on my bathing suit and got into the blow-up pool (103″x 69″ or something like that) with my son, nephew and niece. So maybe I just felt cooler. When I finally decided to dry off for good, my niece, who has me wrapped around several fingers, kept saying “Auntie! Auntie come in dee pool!” and when I told her I was all done being in the pool she just said “Okay, three minutes.” I love that kid.

Okay, so anyway, today the pool was smaller and at my moms, and I didn’t really want to climb in while my mother’s neighbors were all around, so I left it for Junior and the neighbor’s two grandsons. We came home around 4 and I forced us to go for a quick lie-down. And here we are, staring into the gaping maw of another Saturday night. If it wasn’t rated PG-13 I’d take Junior over to the Tri-Town drive-in for the 8:30 showing of the Italian Job. (T3 is on at 10:30 but neither of us would stay up for that.)

Anyway, off to turn off the sprinkler. Gotta start thinking the cool thoughts for tomorrow.

Just a great day. Can I say that and have it actually mean it sincerely? It was great. I can’t think of a thing I would have changed, other than the inflatable pool not deflating. But that was quickly replaced by a $25 special from CVS of all places, which was welcomed with open arms and a running hose.

Now I’m tired and as soon as I put this load of laundry in the dryer, I’m headed up. (I wouldn’t have done this but our suits and towels were just wrecked, and I don’t know if I’m going to be needing them when I head out pretty early tomorrow.)

Great site for you: Girls are Pretty. Wow, I’m SO loving it. I will blogroll it when I get home, but I fear she doesn’t ping weblogs, so it will always be listed at the bottom, which is stinky.

Thanks to the loverly Natalie for pointing out this one.

I know I say this kind of stuff often, and you’re thinking “Didn’t you already have a best CD of 2003?” Well no, I don’t think I did, and if I did I was wrong because this is the best CD of 2003. You’re going to have to trust me on this. Annie Lennox’s Bare.

Mr. Dump says he doesn’t like her voice but I’m thinking the songs, the arrangements (oh my God, the arrangements), etc., can make a fan out of anyone. It’s got that whole hot summer night jazzy eel to it. I think it would make a lovely background CD for a romantic dinner too. I’m just not enough of a music reviewer to give you brilliant insights as to exactly why this is such an amazing CD, I can only say that I bought it because someone on a mailing list I’m on said it was incredible, and I saw it on sale and decided to buy it. Holy Cow. I wish I could write songs like this.

And yes, there are songs I’m not as crazy about. The last one could have been cut, but the first 7 are so fantastic you can forgive her. I just wanted to be honest about it.

“He’s like the George Hamilton of admin assistants.”