This is how they get you

Anybody else go shopping for school supplies this weekend? Guess how many Fine Point Black Sharpies I needed?

One.

(Yes, I did ask if they sold Fine Point Black Sharpies singly. The answer was no, except they sold singles of the "Bic" version of a Sharpie.)

Getting back to ww

Trying to get back on the Weight Watchers track. Ugh. Sometimes I am so tired of watching what I eat. There are days I swear I could just eat butter and twizzlers.

But WW is one of easier programs I know with the flexibility to treat myself now and then. And frankly at this point, I've gotten on board with drinking water regularly. Okay here I go...

Anybody else sweating?

I've been both on the west coast and east coast this summer and I have been sweating so much. The bummer is sweating at night. Even though I slept relatively comfortably, I've been waking up with a sheen of sweat like one of my sheets was replaced with Saran Wrap during the night.

Man, I think I'm ready for fall. The cooler weather, at least.

With permission

I can fully reveal the awesome cut 'n' paste handiwork!

New Blood for a wall

Before: a blank (dry erase) wall in the office of someone away at a conference. So tempting, if you know what I mean.

After one lunch break, and with some imagination, it became this:

This person has just seen "Twilight" DVD with his wife and I can only imagine that he'd be thrilled to be a part of the sequel (identifying details have been covered to protect the victim, er, lucky fan):

"And so the audience reacted to the re-casting of Jacob Black to the relative unknown--"

The "edited" poster is my favorite--almost seamless, don't you think?

And since this person takes care of our network (among many other things), we tailored some of the memorable lines of Twilight so he would appreciate them even more:

Another good one:

And my favorite:

Whoever did this must have had a great time.

Biker girls

The girl is growing up too fast--I can barely keep up. I miss the age where she just started talking and would grab my face with her little hands. Now I've got a sarcastic tweener in my house who rolls her eyes when I talk about Harry Potter.

I'm trying to grab significant time with the girl whenever I can so I suggested going for a walk tonight. The girl wanted to ride bikes. I was hoping for something a bit more laid-back so we could chat but she said we'd hadn't rode bikes in soooo long. So we rode down to Strickland's:

The girl got a cone and I took a detour and picked up a latte:

We chatted a bit but I feel our major accomplishment was making it all the way back without walking the bikes because of course, the ride home is uphill. I was sweating like a pig halfway up the hill and I was totally up for walking the bikes, but the girl said she could pedal it. So I stuck with it too, breathing heavy, standing on my pedals, my front tire weaving from my exhausted steering, and leaving a trail of sweat drops on the road. We both made it. Perhaps it was the latte but I'd like to think it was the mother-daughter bond that powered me up the hill. At least, that's the way I hope the girl remembers it.

Those aren't pillows

I grew up with John Hughes movies. Did he not have the best soundtracks? Whenever I hear Kate Bush's "This Woman's Work", it brings tears to my eyes remembering this scene:



Totally busting out the "Pretty in Pink" album tonight...on vinyl.

Rest in peace, John Hughes.