Grandma's Man

My mom has always loved the NY Yankees. Apparently, she tells some sweet, touching story about how her Daddy took her to the minor league games in Kansas City when she was a little girl, and all these guys moved up to the Major Leagues and became Yankees. Lovely story mom! :)

Anyway, so here we are in the middle of Red Sox Nation and Mom is hooting and hollering for the Yankees. Thankfully, I have either deaf or very understanding neighbors..... Andrew even gets into it for about five minutes. Mom brought Andrew home after his SoCal summer and stayed until the first day of school. That evening, I believe the Red Sox and Yankees were battling it out. I was doing something - who knows what - when all of sudden I hear Andrew yell "Mom!! I found Grandma's man!" Totally confused, I inquire, "Grandma's man????" Excitedly as well as full of annoyance for my stupidity, Andrew says, "Yeah! Jeter!" My little genius had found the game, and was watching it. Mom's current favourite Yankee is Derek Jeter. I think it's the green eyes. teehee

** Note to Dad should someone read this and raise eyebrows: Mom assures me that YOU are really her man. :) **

Proof

Here is the proof that I actually did get a tattoo.

Moose are our friends. :)

A First

Got my first tattoo this afternoon. Hope to have pics soon. :)

Cliche

Love really doesn't stink. It can be beautiful.
Unrequited love, however, does suck.....

Thank you Howard Jones:

I love you whether or not you love me.
I love you even if you think that I don’t.
Sometimes I find you doubt my love for you but I don’t mind.
Why should I mind? Why should I mind?

What is love anyway?
Does anybody love anybody anyway?
What is love anyway?
Does anybody love anybody anyway?

Can anybody love anyone so much that they will never fear.
Never worry, never be sad?
The answer is they cannot love this much nobody can. (my note: yes they can)
This is why I don’t mind you doubting.

What is love anyway?
And maybe love is letting people be just what they want to be.
The door always must be left unlocked.
To love when circumstance may lead someone away from you
And not to spend the time just doubting.

What is love anyway?

Prime

Saw a movie several weeks ago called "Prime". On the outside, it appears to be your typical chick flick. However, the more I watched, the more subtleties I found. Then, I wondered why it was titled such. My friend who watched it with me and I discussed the many reasons. I now think it is because that is my life. I do not have a prime life so to speak. Everything in my life apparently needs to be primed. It's been raining here. Raining like a buggar. Raining Buddhist monks at times. This makes the grass grow. Can't mow wet grass. Can't see the neighbors or small children with tall grass. Today, was a reasonable day to do more than just think about mowing the lawn. After baseball practice, I actually got into my yard duds and got out the lawn mower. Wouldn't start. Added gas. Wouldn't start. Cursed. Still wouldn't start. Added oil. Wouldn't start. Called Mom, and she suggested there might be an on/off switch. A switch that did not get turned off last fall???? Still, always doing what my mom tells me, I walked around the damn thing and found a bright red button. Not an on/off switch, but, you guessed it, a Prime button. Pushed it three times. It started. Then died. Pushed the button three more times, and it started each and every time after that. Lawn is mowed, and I found an errant small child.

Which Season is it?

March produced 70 degrees one day and a 3 plow storm the next. April lived up to it's showers reputation causing the worst flooding in a year. Last year was the worst flooding in like 30 years. Basement has kept dry so far. This weekend is the anniversary of last year's horrific Mother's Day floods. We are expecting wonderful weather. The pictures are of proof spring is here. The weather this week has given us a glimpse of summer. Hot. Muggy. The lawn needs to be mowed already, but that will wait until I won't faint doing it. The a/c units also need to be put in the windows and screens to replace the storm doors. Maybe over the long weekend.

Spring has sprung............... somewhere

Today is April 15th. Tax day normally, but not this year since today is a Sunday. I've already filed and am eagerly awaiting my refund. Just in time to pay property taxes. Oh well. Easy come, easy go.

Andrew & I have been here for a year now. I was all poised to take photos on the one year mark to show the progress. Yeah. I got as far as thinking about it. Getting out my camera, and leaving myself a note. That was two weeks ago. Today, we are enjoying a spring downpour. Of snow. In April. It truly is beautiful. One of those lovely movie, popcorn, hot cocoa January days. Oh wait. It's April. What is occurring this year that could not have happened at this time last year is my car is snuggled in the garage. Safe from the elements. I kept it out this morning during the rain so it could get a free bath. Once it started sleeting/snowing, she went in her house. This year, I also have my FIOS set up, new hard drive in the desktop, sort of a path to that desk. Know where all my coffee/tea/cocoa cups are. Full pantry. A pantry. New sewer line. Lots of blessings and expensive lessons. Over the past 380 days, this house has become our home. We love it here. Just be careful what day you ask Andrew because you might get a different answer. At first, he loved this house because of the stairs. The other day, he told me he liked the Encinitas house better because there weren't any stairs. Wonder where he gets his fickle tendencies. Hunh.

The attached pictures were taken yesterday during a bizarre spring like day. A friend went with us to the park, and documented the fun. Yes, there is one of me because all ya'll keep asking. Hard to have pics of the photographer. Or so I've been told.....

The bulbs are starting to peek through the ground. Hope this weather doesn't scare them away.

Happy Spring to those who have it. :)