Thirteeners and Usual Suspects,

Did you miss me half as much as I missed you? I don’t know if that is possible, cuz I missed you a lot! We were on vacation, through Oregon, Idaho, Utah, Wyoming and Colorado. It was fun. It was fantastic. It was so much fantastic fun that I am having trouble settling back in to “real” life and instead, am dreaming of this 13… (more…)

(I wish we were still on the road. WM)

We’re not skiing, duh, it’s August 6th. But we did drive through Utah today. Their rest areas are impeccably clean. The cliffs and rocks really do look like something out of a road runner cartoon. We saw a police road block.

me: What, did someone drink a Coke?
Hockey God: heh heh heh. (more…)

Inside
by Rumi

Inside a lover’s heart
there is another world,
and yet another.

Commercial I just watched for Oust:

Chick: “I have three issues: My dog. My boyfriend. And the garbage.”

Sweet, no?

Some mornings it’s best you don’t know that (more…)

“Selfish, adj. Devoid of consideration for the selfishness of others.”

— Ambrose Bierce (1842-1914), [The Devil’s Dictionary, 1906]

The first fight my husband and I got into (he doesn’t remember this but I do), we were outside of Lisbon, Portugal, at the remains of an ancient Moorish castle. (It was Castela dos Mouros, not the Castle of Sao Jorge.) My future mother-in-law was with us — he took me to Europe to meet his mother! At the moment, I thought that was romantic, now I’m thinking — was he nuts? Did he not realize I was already pregnant and this would complicate matters? (more…)

(If you’re looking for pix from the trip, check Flickr, over there to the left, or look on my husband’s blog.)

Memorable quotes from my clever little six-year-old cousin, Mr. M, who joined us for the family reunion (and was the comedian of the group) (well, after his dad) (and the two grandpas):

“That horse has got some pretty big junk!” when he saw a well-endowed equine.

And every time he sees a good-looking girl? He calls out, “Hubba hubba!”

from the Travel Files:

8 o’clock p.m., Sunday Aug. 5th:

We’re still in Twin Falls, Idaho. We drove out to Shoshone Falls this afternoon, after swimming and hot-tubbing at the hotel. Yeah, this vacation is pretty rough so far… Kidding! I’m loving this.

The falls are called “The Western Niagra” — only taller, and with more water. It’s the site of “Evil Knivel’s ill-fated attempt to jump the river on a rocket bike.” Wow! We took lots of pix, ran around after the kids, and I spent a lot of time sucking in my breath because damn — don’t look down! My son insisted we pick him up and hold him up high so he could see the view. Wacky Boy: “#!$@! railings!” That was a little nerve-wracking, but we were careful not to go anywhere near the edge of the platforms. At one of the landings, a newer one, you could see where the old landing used to be before part of the cliff crumbled away. Yikes.

Afterward we went by Winco to get some TV dinners for the kids, and I overheard this conversation:

One guy to the other: “So, where are you now, anyway?”
Other guy, who’s wearing an Amish-style hat and has his arm in a sling: “I’m working for the City of Ketchum. I quit cowboying a couple of years ago.”

A real-life cowboy, right there in the soup aisle! I almost took his picture to post on Flickr but you know. Then they would have figured out I was a tourist.

All for now,

WM

Wacky Girl’s song from 5/14/02 (age 2 1/2):

“Mommy says no/
me say YES!/
Mommy says no/
me say YES!”