Dirt Flirt

You Dirty Dog!

Yesterday Fitz was feeling all flirty dog while wearing my lipstick...today she's "digging" the dirty dog smutty look.

Daisy Days

Daisy keeps me company while I get down and dirty doing a little spring cleanup. Good company.

One In A Million

One! One perky bright yellow daffodil is all we have so far! Words can't describe the delight we're feeling. We look forward to so much more. Daffodils, crocuses, day lillies, sedum, grasses, irises......lilacs and grass! That daffodil is the first burst of spring...just the beginning...newness...life...hope....possibilities. Both physically, spiritually and metaphorically, we look forward to the growth and goodness.

Smooch

Not me. The pooch. Again. Fitz is all dolled up today. It's no special occasion. Maybe she needed a little something to give her a little lift on a gloomy Monday morning. Sadly, it was my favorite lipstick color.

It wasn't Chanel or even L'Oreal. It was Cover Girl and precious to me. My "Ice Blue Pink" has been discontinued which made me want to cry! My lipstick addiction is serious. What's a girl to do?

Amazing Race Sunday

This show fuels my travel bug! I love seeing the world as the teams travel around the world. What an awesome adventure. We all have our own paths for adventure. Travelling anywhere, meeting people from different cultures, different backrounds and lifestyles. We share so many similarities. It's "amazing!"

The Good Old Days

Kind of. As Biff and I roller bladed alongside each other, we talked about our early dating days when he taught me how to roller blade. Those dates roller blading were a continuation of our skating dates....we really had fun seeing each other in new places and trying out new things....like roller blading.

Today felt just like the old days. One thing HAS changed drastically. Not the laughter, not the respect, not the love or sense of humor....that's all gotten even better. What's different? The hair peeking out. from the back of Biff's helmet, is gray. Really. I never noticed!

Coffee to go

Grace and I went shopping this afternoon. It took some time to get ready. I spent some time cleaning out the car....while the dogs were in it.

Car mats out. Candy wrappers tossed. Water bottles removed. Coffee cups out. I swept out the crumbs, fur and sand. My Dylan's Canidy Bar mug...I put on top of the car since it was full of coffee and didn't want Fitz to drink it. Any other spot...she'd get it. Only experience can teach some things.

After clearing the car, Grace pleaded with me to be the driver. I'm a good sport...so I was happy to give her the keys and the experience.

We drove for miles. We drove through town. We drove on the interstate. People smiled as they drove by. They waved. Friendly follks in Connecticut.

So many friendly faces. So many. That's when it hit me. Not literally. My mug! My Dylan's Candy Bar mug. On top of the car!

People waving. People smiling. People pointing. I calmy alerted my driver,Grace. Without panicking, she zipped off the next exit ramp. We both laughed for miles. And we laughed some more.

Ralph Lauren's daughter, Dylan. Preppy candy!! Candy heaven! Upper East Side, New York City. Rooms for private parties. We had a "Dylan's To Go" party in Connecticut. Oodles of candy and oodles of fun!

Today we drove off with a Dylan's Coffee Mug on the car! My 16 year old girl and I are still laughing....together! Really. Sometimes life is great!

http://www.dylanscandybar.com/

Yellow Roses

Not Funny. Not one bit. This is how I feel right now. And it's Sunday….3pm. The end of the weekend. How is it possible that I feel as though our house is more in an upheaval than it was yesterday!

I hate when this happens. Why do I have to be the one to alert everyone. Don't they notice? Haven't I asked? Oh, I must have on my cloak of invisibility again. Darn that cloak. It always gets in the way of progress. 

Biff and I have been trying to get things done all weekend. Basic  cleaning. And a bit more. 

Laundry. Check.

Closets. Check.

Giveaway. Toss. Need to sort through piles. Started but now the piles are everywhere…in every room. Bedrooms. Family room. Vacuum. Vacuum everywhere. Or maybe nowhere until tomorrow.

Dogs. Check. Kind of. Sort of. A little bit.

The car interior. Check.

Basement. 

E-bay listing. Nope. No check. Camera broken. Yup. Another camera dead. Just like that. Poof. Dead. No good. No more pics. Done. Need to buy a new camera. Great.

The garage awaits. Need more Hefty bags for that job. Trip to the store? I think so.

Lawn.Plenty of lawn seed and holly toner. Too much in fact. We bought it last year from the boy scouts. Oh. We bought it again this year. Biff likes to give the kids $ for their fundraiser. Now we don't have enough space to store it all. We better pour it on heavy.

Kitchen. No paper towels. How can we begin with no paper towels? Better go to the store for those.

ReLAX!

It's great to be back on the sidelines again. Seeing the kids playing a sport they love is a joy! My challenge is cheering without ruining T.J.'s life In my own enthusiastic way, I scream for the team in Tourette like outbursts. The other parents empathize as I blurt out names and numbers and the color, team name and school...all in a desperate attempt not to embarrass my son or worse.....ruin his life. After all it IS a possibility. One burst too many from mom might just make a. difference in his high school social status. That IS rather incredible pressure...after all I'm just one mom...standing amongst other moms with the same cheering instructions from their children, "Pleeeeeeeeeease DON'T!" Really? Oh wait...they're teenagers. We cheer anyway.

Beachy Keen

Daisy, Fitz and I squeaked in some moments for a beachcombing/beach- sniffing adventure. Just the quiet time I needed...in between my mom adventures today. Gentle lapping waves have a way of calming the soul.

Grandpa Fitz and Mom

Funny. I've been thinking of Grandpal lately. Mom...everyday. This sweet father daughter photo (color tinted...fancy 1930s style) turned up. It's a little treasure. The memories of them are my treasure.

Funny to find this pic on the week of my grandfather's birthday! He died when I was in 5th grade. My first funeral. I had to have new shoes for the funeral.

Once I got back to school, wearing my beautiful, shiny, new patent leather shoes with my plaid school uniform ...my friend Maureen asked me why I was wearing my "Sunday shoes" (old school term that kids don't understand today)......I told Maureen the reason for my new shoes. She shrieked, "I've heard of Sunday Shoes and school shoes but I've never heard of funeral shoes! Wow! "

Playtime For Murphy, Daisy and Fitz!

Good Day?

Play Time

A Blog After My Own Heart!

http://coloringoutsidetheline.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring-flowers.html

This is a blog I happened upon this morning while having morning coffee. Just love her spirit. I'm posting her link just in case you'd like it too!

Oh What A Beautiful Morning!

Oh what a beautiful day! Daisy's checking it out ....making plans....checking her agenda. Sun.... check. Squirrels...check. Grass...check. Neighborhood dogs.....check. Full schedule.

Rainy Day Cozy

Boo jumps up and settles in with me to find a bit of cozy and warmth on this damp, raw day. Our black kitty is sleeping on my Black Dog sweatshirt. Cat-dog. The irony makes me smile. Then I realize this is nothing new. Boo sleeps with Daisy and Fitz all of the time. Even irony isn't irony in our house! That makes meeting laugh. Life is funny.

April Showers Bring May Flowers!

As T.J. said recently, "I don't even remember warm weather!"

Rules. Rules. Rules.

There are lessons out there for us everyday...somedays they are more spelled out than others. Today I saw this at Whole Foods. Adults can learn from this too! I do think everyday we can do our best to play nicely with others. Some people or situations may challenge us more than others! If we look to learn something from everyone we meet, rather than judge, we may play with others a little better everyday! It's tricky when we ARE the adults...with only our own conscience for supervision. If we're honest with ourselves, we know when we're playing nicely and when we're not.

Grace walked into the kitchen yesterday, shuffling along as she read her cell phone texts, stopped short, looked up, smiled, shook her head and spoke,"Mimi apologized. Hmm. She texted, Grace I'm sorry. Huh! " Sometimes people surprise us. Hearing the words "I'm sorry" can make us feel better...knowing that we matter enough for an apology. We can be relieved or freed of a huge burden by apologizing. if we grow up...and forgive....our hearts will be lighter and the bonus is that we can play and HAVE FUN like the rules say.