So it has come to my attention that while I’ve been in internet hybernation that the world has continued to revolve around me and there’s so much to talk about “there’s no excuse to not be posting more than I am.”

*shrug*

I’d like to point out that I’ve been pretty active over on flickr. My 365 attempt has been a BIG SUCCESS so far. And by that I mean, I HAVEN’T FAILED! Yet. Yesterday marked my 49th day which means I’ve officially made it farther than any other attempt. This time I let go of the ridiculous notion that all of my pictures are going to be fabulous and planned and brilliantly photoshopped into perfection. And it’s odd because now that I’m not constantly stressed out about getting a shot up, the days that I do take the time to set them up and then photoshop the hell out of them they are coming out pretty damn well! Some of my most favorite self portraits to date, actually. Here’s a few that I’ve loved so far:

THERE! I’m done whoring myself. For now!

Lets see, what else is going on? Okay, I’ll start with this. I was temporarily pissed off at the internet. I lost a few (what I thought were) good friends over a message board around the end of November and I was just kind of like BLAH. And it was one of those things I really wanted to write about to “let it all out” but I know that it will just create more waves and it’s not really worth it. I never thought that by closing down a message board, so many people would turn into complete idiots and OMGHATE ME FOREVER(exclamation point). And to them I can just say: WHAT. EV. ER. If your way of getting over it is to have to kiss the ass of people that you claimed to hate and treated like shit for over two years so be it. I’m glad I finally found out your true character, which is “two face and spineless” and I’ll leave you with this:

You are a lemming. Enjoy the jump, it’s a long way down.

*splash*

Moving along!

I’m starting a “raw diet” today. Another reason I haven’t been around much is that I’ve been feeling like complete crap. Literally. Everything I eat is being ejected from my stomach in a foul manor. EVERYTHING. I eat plain white rice and suddenly I’m in pain and can’t get more than 100 feet from a toilet without panicking. I’ve done a lot of reading online the last few days and I’m thinking if I can get my body to detox it might help. I’m a little worried about protein intake though so while I might not stick to it as stringently as some people, if I do eat meat it won’t be blue cheese encrusted and doused in butter… sadly.

And lastly! I’ll really try and make a more solid effort to blog more. I have still been reading your blogs (Google Reader = *heart*) daily and need to get back into the swing of things around here.

So, HI! How have you been? I’m great. Just swell, thanks for asking!

We ended up going to the track this weekend. After Cassidy got up Friday around 10ish her fever was back to normal and she was STARVING which usually means she’s better and lets get this show on the road, people!

The car did amazingly well with the new Functional Blingâ„¢ (carbon fibre wing) and Fantastic Sticky Rubberâ„¢ (Hankook slicks tires). I didn’t ride along with Ben at all because 1) my tummy has been consistently upset for about two weeks now and even with a DOUBLE dose of Dramamine I get nauseated after 20 minutes on the track, and 2) Ben was racking up REALLY fast times and I’d have just slowed him down.

As a matter of fact! He has a new personal best for Thunderhill. Prior to this weekend his best time was 2:07.18 and this weekend he turned SEVERAL 2:05’s with the lowest a 2:05.09. SO CLOSE to a 2:04 and the last session he wasn’t going to go out but a lot of cars had left and I was like, “Dude, you’re gonna have clean, clear track and it’s not that hot.” So he went, and was flying around the track and I just KNEW he’d gotten the 2:04 and… the Hot Lap Timer failed and no times were recorded. DOH!

Now I’m trying to talk him into running some Time Trial races. Looking at the times they are running, I think that he’ll do well.

It was great to see Stuart, Andrew, Ivan, Raza, Walter and Florian on the track too. I love it when the NorCalBMW crew makes it to a track day too because you get to make fun of people all day and nobody gets upset and your belly hurts from laughing and your cheeks are sore from smiling. I have big Reid cheeks so it’s a LOT of sore.

I also had the chance to hang out with Lisa quite a bit and away from the party scene for the first time. She’s a pretty cool chick with a wicked sense of humor. And! Cassidy took to her RIGHT AWAY.

Speaking of Cassidy… Ben got a hotel room with a hot tub because it wasn’t much more and thought it would be cool to relax after a long track day. He dropped us off at the hotel and headed to the track right away to unload the trailor and secure a spot under the awning. When Cassidy walked in the room and saw the hot tub she immediately started ripping off her clothes. It was funny. “I HAVE TO GET IN, MOM! I CAN SWIM IN THERE! IT WILL BE SO MUCH FUN! WHERE’S MY SWIMSUIT?! ARE THERE TOYS TO PLAY WITH?! MOM DON’T SIT DOWN WE HAVE TO FILL IT UP RIGHT NOW!!!” I grabbed the mini bottle of shampoo out of the bathroom and dumped the whole thing in and GOOD LORD the bubbles! It was crazy. She was happy and fever free and didn’t bother me for almost 45 minutes.

The next night Ben got in and put in some bubble bath I’d bought at The Black Bear cafe that afternoon when Cassidy, Lisa and I had lunch. When I went to turn the jets on for him, I had forgotten that the bubbles got really bad AFTER the jets were on when Cassidy was in so I added more to the water. By the time I looked over at him again there was about THREE FEET of bubble over the top of the water. I’m not kidding, it was HILARIOUS and I snapped a picture that I’ve been banned from posting online even though all you can see is bubbles and Ben’s head. The picture didn’t turn out all that well anyway because I was laughing so hard I couldn’t hold still enough.

And that’s about it. I wish I had more, or something TOTALLY FANTASTIC to share but that’s really…about it. Really. Before my next blog I’ll rob a bank or something that will make for a more interesting post.

Taken by Jason Thrasher. I can’t tell you how bad I’d like to include this on our wedding announcements. heh heh.

I didn’t get ANYTHNG done this weekend. ANY. THING.

Friday I got home from work and was going to jump on the computer to check some email, transfer some PayPal money and get some shopping done for Sandra’s birthday party. WAS going to but didn’t because Comast decided to ass rape us and upped our monthly charges from $108 to $160. And it’s not that we can’t afford $160 for cable but GOOD LORD a $50 increase! You can’t increase your rates by 50% and not expect people to get pissy with you!

Usually Ben calls them and threatens to discontinue service and they offer him some kind of “deal” and we end up staying. He’s been doing this for two years and I think they have him flagged in the system and his deal quota has officially been reached so he canceled with a two week buffer. So we had two weeks to find other service and neither one of us did. Oops. I come home Friday and BAM! No service.

So I called and got us reset up through Comcast as a “new customer” and they promised to be there Sunday. I thought I had gotten a good deal except I forgot to get a second box for usptairs so had to call them back. Then I forgot to get the DVR box and HBO. So… I have to call today and see how I’m going to talk them down in cost but get more. Wish me luck. heh

Later that evening:

Ben: Ya know, Honey, sometimes it’s good for us to “disconnect” and this is really the only way that we are going to do that.
Me: I didn’t need to disconnect.
Ben: We BOTH needed time some time to disconnect.
Me: Ben, I am NOT addicted to the internet. Sometimes we NEED the internet. Like, right now with Sandra’s birthday I have people Paypalling me for the gift and planning her party via the forum, it’s nice to be able to have quick access to all that.
Ben: *gives me ‘The Look’*
Me: I’m NOT ADDICTED TO THE INTERNET! I’m not the one that played WOW every night last week.
Ben: Because you were working on your site.
Me: *try ‘The Look’ and fail miserably*
Ben: Just because you don’t accept it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.
Me: I ACCEPT IT! I just refuse to ACKNOWLEDGE it.
Ben: You can’t ACCEPT something without ACKNOWLEDGE it, Anna!
Me: Yes I can!
Ben: It’s conversations like this one that reaffirm to me the fact that YOU ARE CRAZY.
Me: So! You gave ME the ring, buddy!
Me: *grab phone, run upstairs, lock bathroom door, browse MSNBC, blogs, forums and chat on AIM via the cell*

Then Cassidy started complaining of an upset stomach. She has been complaining about it for about two days but it’s not so bad that she’s not eating, and no fever and what else is there for me to do? Then she told me that her butt hurt.

Me: Your BUTT?
Cassidy: *nod*
Me: Like where in your butt?
Cassidy: My BUTT, Mom.
Cassidy: *points to butt*
Me: So, like IN your butt or your buttHOLE?
Me: *realise right away that was probably not the best term to use*
Cassidy: What’s a BUTTHOLE?!
Me: You know how we talked about poop and it being like trash and your body has to get rid of it? Well, that’s where it comes out.
Cassidy: The hole?
Me: Yes. Where did you think it came from?
Cassidy: I don’t know, I can’t SEE my butt, I just go poop, I don’t think about it!
Me: Well, now you know.
Cassidy: A hole.
Me: Yes.
Cassidy: *sits quietly a little too long pondering The Hole*
Me: So I need to know where it hurts…

This conversation leads me to quickly realize that she’s constipated and through more questioning I find out it’s been THREE DAYS since she’s used her Hole. THREE DAYS! I guess that might be normal to some but my kid goes 3-4 times a day so I could only imagine what it must feel like to have all that pressure built up in there. Then I realize that it’s not that she CAN’T go, it’s that she WON’T go because it hurts. I start forcing stupid amounts of fluid into her and tell her if she doesn’t go by morning, we are going to the doctor or fixing the problem. She ended up going to bed REALLY EARLY for a Friday. Like, before her normal week day bedtime of 8:30 and usually on Friday’s I have to force her into bed sometime around 10:30-11:00.

Ben and I spent the rest of the evening watching the last episodes of Lost: Season One on DVD. (Really, Ben watched them while I laid in the couch and snored.) *hugs Netflix* I’m really into this show now. I like the total unpredictability of the story line and am a little disappointed by the Season one finale. Life/death cliche, I get it. One life is lost (Boon’s which makes me sad because I think that had they developed his character better early on he could have progressed past Lock’s sidekick into somebody more powerful) and the baby is born. Finally. I’m sure that the week leading up to the finally was “LOST: Somebody DIES! Don’t miss a second!!!!!1!!1exclamationpoint!!1!” Then everybody was let down when they guessed Boon correctly because the week before he’d fallen down a 100 foot cliff in a plane.

Saturday we woke up and Cassidy had still had not used The Hole so we made a trip to Wallgreens and talked to the pharmacist who’s initial suggestion was ‘eat more vegetables’. Ooookay. And in the meantime she’s in excruciating pain and hasn’t crapped in three days and could you maybe suggest something that will work RIGHT NOW. We ended up leaving with Prune juice and Suppositories.

All I need to say about the actual suppository experience is that Cassidy was REALLY BRAVE, didn’t complain at all, and 10 minutes after it went in it, and three days worth of backed up ‘trash’, came out. 30 minutes later we were at Diddums shopping and getting ready for Sandra’s birthday and all was well in the world. So any parent that’s scared to try them, Don’t BE! If I had known it was going to be that painless and uneventful, I’d probably have done it the night before.

Which leads me into… my mom finally called me for the first time in TWO WEEKS about 10 minutes after Cassidy was free of the trash. We usually don’t go more than a few days without talking but she left for a cruise and apparently her cell phone went on vacation too. THANK GOD she picked it up the day after she left when I went to get her cat to take it to the Pet Hotel and she didn’t tell me she’d SET THE ALARM or THE NEW ALARM CODE and I was met by two police officers outside her door, after I managed to wrangle the cat into the carrier, who weren’t too pleased that I had NO ID on me because the front desk took it from me when I got the key from them. I’m still kinda bitter about that. BUT! Then she didn’t CALL or pick up her phone for TWO WEEKS. And I had two thoughts: 1) She met a hot guy and she was too ‘busy’ to pick up (good for her but disgusting to think about *shudder*) or 2) SHE WAS TOTALLY DEAD. There was no in between because crazy people don’t think in in between’s. It’s either one extreme or the other. I haven’t heard which one it is yet though because:

Me: Hello.
Mom: Hi! We’re half way home. Layover. I can hardly hear you.
Me: *yelling* CAN YOU HEAR THIS!
Mom: Oh. Yeah, maybe it was my phone, let me adjust the volume.
Me: …
Mom: Okay, say something I think I fixed it.
Me: Hi.
Mom: Okay! Hi! How are you all?! We’re almost home.
Me: Well, where should I start. Oh! There was the week that Cassidy laid on the couch and didn’t move because she had PNEUMONIA.
Mom: She had pneumonia? Is she okay now?
Me: Yes! She got pneumonia right after I picked up Frisker and the alarm went off for 5 minutes and the police showed up and scared me, but she’s fine now.
Mom: Oh… Um, good.
Me: THEN! Today I had to stick a suppository up her BUTTHOLE because she hadn’t pooped in THREE DAYS.
Mom: Yeah, that was probably the antibiotics.
Me: REALLY? REALLY!! Maybe I should have kept her better hydrated when she had PNEUMONIA and I didn’t know that antibiotics would do that because YOU HAVEN’T ANSWERED YOUR PHONE IN TWO WEEKS AND I’VE ONLY CALLED IT ABOUT 87 TIMES NOT THAT I WAS COUNTING.
Mom: Why don’t I call you when I get home…

I hung up and instantly felt guilty. But my mom is, well, My Person as Dr Yang would put it. She has a degree’s in medicine and law which means that she’s knows EVERYTHING. PLUS! She’s my mom. And I did FINE while she was gone. I nursed Cassidy past pneumonia and I fixed The Hole but nobody was there to hold my hand the way she does and I REALLY REALLY MISSED HER. A lot a lot. When I talked to her Sunday though, I was really nice and listened to her explain how sick SHE’S been the whole trip and the places they went and I didn’t say a single thing about myself other than that I was too hung over and on the brink of vomiting to come over and collect trinkets from Barbados.

Which brings me to Saturday night. You might want to get up and stretch your legs at this point, I’ll wait for you to get back…

Okay. So Saturday night we FINALLY got to have Sandra’s birthday party. Her birthday was actually two weeks ago but she’s a busy girl!! Sylwia and I REALLY wanted to do something for her because she ALWAYS thinks about us and makes our birthday’s fun and special. And just because she rocks. So we planned a pre-party at our place with appetizers and drinks, then bowling, then back to our place for more fun if anybody wanted to. The appetizers were AWESOME. Sylwia made some of her family favorites and OMG… there were these little fried cheesy doughy things that were crunchy on the outside but soft and full of goodness on the inside and I think we finished the entire plate off in 25 seconds. She also made shrimp seviche… *drool*

I made Sandra a cake in the shape of a MAC eyeshadow pot. It was a lot of fun to make (five hours of fun) and I was SO HAPPY with how it turned out, especially since it’s the first cake I’ve ever made like this. It was two layers. French Vanilla on top (dyed pink) and double chocolate on the bottom. It was completely covered with pink buttercream and I made fondant to create the outter shell of the pot. Then added pigment (edible of course) to the pink for the shadow itself and wrote M.A.C across it. She loved it her reaction was exactly what I’d hoped for. It was awesome! Pictures once I finish rebuilding my computer (Hopefully I don’t forget to write about that later. heh).

I had a few Divatini’s, a drink Sylwia made up for Sandra (our fabulous Diva) which was Champagne and Chambord (ONE OF MY FAVORITES!!!), then had one shot of Contreau who Ben is now an official spokesperson for. So when I got to the bowling alley I was the tiniest bit tipsy. After one game though ffej and Melissa offered to take the kids home for the night with them and I was like, “OKAY! Please take her and let her play herself out at your house and sleep in so I can too! I’ll be over bright and early to get her!” Then I kissed her and told her to be good and kicked her out of the alley. TeeHee I kid, I kid. I let her kiss Ben before I kicked her out.

After she left I shouted, “SHOTS FOR THE GIRLS” and ordered the waitress to bring us shots of whatever top shelf Tequila they had. It was HORRIBLE. I was expecting Patron or Grey Goose at least but it tasted more like rubbing alcohol. Meh, whatever, it’ll do the job! I went up and bowled my frame and Sylwia push another shot into my hand.

Me: What’s this?
Sylwia: *said something that went in one ear and immediately out the other*
Me: OKAY!!! CHEERS!!!

We toasted Sandra and wished her happy birthday and drank up. I went to bowl another frame and when I got back there was ANOTHER SHOT that Aleks has ordered for us. I didn’t even bother asking what this one was. Or, I might have and just don’t remember because that’s about when things start getting fuzzy. I remember that between shots, I got myself a Vodka tonic and the Sylwia bought me one. And I kinda drank half Ben’s Long Island when we wasn’t looking… and I bowled like SHIT.

I somewhat remember the ride home. Kinda. I remember at one point Stuart mentioned how drink he was and I rambled something back and the next thing I remember was crawling back to bed from the bathroom and moaning and wishing for GOD TO JUST KILL ME RIGHT NOW. See, I broke my Golden Drinking Rule. The only rule that matters when drinking is involved and why I’ve managed to out drink guys three times my size and wake up the next morning at 6AM and be at a car show all day and feel GREAT. The rule:

Golden Drinking Rule: Have one (1) glass of water between every glass/shot of alcohol. Half a glass is okay between shots because they come faster but NEVER LESS THAN THAT, EVER.

I didn’t have water till after the fourth shot of the night and by that time it was way too late. Ben brought me a glass when he found me passed out in bed but by that time, nothing was going to stay down.

I wasn’t able to get up out of bed to go get The Princess till 11:00AM and didn’t eat solid food till 10:00PM. I’m never ever ever drinking again. *crosses finger behind back* Really, I think the problem is that we drink so RARELY now that I’ve forgotten the important stuff. WATER! WATER! WATER!

AND! Saturday afternoon I thought that since we had no internet anyway, it would be a good time to throw all my internals into the new Cooler Master case that Ben brought home for me. I only got the motherboard and cards in before people started showing up for the party and last night I got the power supply in there and every thing wired up to power. Now I just need to get the IDE cable’s in and fire her up. If you see me online tonight, all went well. If not, I’ve totally screwed something up and am pissed off I’m not getting to play WOW for the 8TH DAY IN A ROW.

Last night was SO. MUCH. FUN. I laughed more than I have in MONTHS. The best part was seeing Ben so happy. He’s a happy drinker. The more he gets in him the bigger his smile gets and the more funny he becomes. I have more pictures but I want to get to the Farmers Market before all the good stuff is gone. Some of the pics didn’t turn out well because, well the operator was a bit tipsy. There were other cameras there to I’m sure some funny stuff should surface in the next few days.

…in the last email I sent you because I was in a hurry and knew that saying these things would not accomplish my end goal.

• Don’t tell somebody that you want to be around “genuine” people then in the next breath talk about how you wish those very same genuine people would tell others how they really feel about them. Genuine people would be, ya know, GENUINE and DO THAT ON THEIR OWN. Setting an example by speaking directly to the person you have a problem with might be a good place to start.

  Moral: If YOU were genuine, maybe you’d have genuine friends.

• Don’t assume because you spend all day every day sending people emails over and over and over and over and over means that you are their BFF. Or that because you are so incredibly gifted at kissing ass that you are ever getting the whole story. Because you aren’t. You are getting half truths and only the snippets people want you to hear. They are gving everybody else the half truths and snipped that everybody else want’s to hear.

  Moral: We are all getting bullshit.

• Don’t email people over and over and over and over. THEN! Don’t accuse one of the most decent, honest, wonderful guys I’ve ever met (other than Ben of course) of making anybody uncomfortable by the amount of email they send when YOU ARE ALWAYS THE INITIATOR OF THE EMAIL. If I had a $1 for every time somebody told me how sick they get of you and your ridiculous amounts of email I could buy your self esteem back for you.

  Moral: Trying so hard to get people to like you, only makes them like you less.

• Don’t EVER AGAIN try and tell ANY of my friends that they have an unhealthy relationship. Or trust issues. If I hear it I’ll have no qualms whatsoever showing them exactly why it is that you are the last person to be handing out relationship advise. ESPECIALLY when it come to issues of trust. Fix YOUR relationship first.

  Moral: Your glass house already has a few rock chips.

Yeah, I think that’s about it. I reserve the right to add more later though. Man, I feel better now. And really, I don’t wish you anything but the best. But I think that in order for you to embrace “the best” you need to stop seeing yourself as a victim. And that YOU are responsible for YOUR actions. It took me two years and three different counselors before one of them finally nailed that stake in my head. It’s hard, but being able to see flaws in yourself actually makes you a better person.

I’ve talked to exactly five people about this stuff. Five. I know that you think I’ve gone running my mouth to everybody but I can find MUCH better topics of conversation. Like the exact shape and size of my last bowel movement. THAT’S a better topic than you and your cry for attention and drama and campaign to be She With The Most FAKE Genuine Friends. Good luck with that. You are REALLY gonna need it.

I wrote a blog out today that included phrases like “will retake the place of the catty, manipulative, bitch you wanted to backhand a month ago” and “and sticking your nose so far up somebody else’s ass you have problems determining where your nose ends and their colon starts”. I think maybe my backspace key isn’t quite functioning well enough to be blogging about some stuff publicly just yet… So to make myself feel better, the post in its entirety is available over at The Vox Blog but only to those of you who I have set as friend or family. The rest of you will just have to sit and wonder what I’m talking about and assume you have a clue.

We had a great time at Laguna Seca this weekend. I laughed so much my tummy is actually a bit sore. I could go on and on about all the funny things that happened and all the laughing and the crazy late night trips to Safeway for sweat pants but I’m really so tired I’m having problems keeping my eyes open as a write this. So I think instead I’ll go curl up on the couch and catch up on some TiVo’d goodness and call it a night.

P.S. - I’m working on a new theme. Like, coding it from the ground up. A THEME for wordpress, not a ‘layout’. An actual functioning theme with multiple php subpages and stuff. I realized I had gotten lazy and taking a prefab theme and manipulating and molesting it into what I wanted wasn’t “fulfilling me”. Ben inspired me to start setting more goals for myself. Like, achievements. This is one. Get back into the present and start keeping up with the latest interweb goodness. I can’t believe how much things can change in a year in the world of HTML, XHTML, PHP. Last night I went to sleep and suddenly tables became passe and all the cool kids were using divs and Web 2.0 swept the globe and cured World hunger.

I could set a goal to have it up by the beginning of Novenber but I think we all know how WONDERFUL I am at meeting those goals. See, I’m setting myself up for failure here so in the off chance I actually get it all coded and functioning by then you can all go on and on about how awsome I am. If not, feel free to point and laugh at will.

Oh yeah! Julie is back!!. Go show her love becuase if she leaves the internet again I might actually have that nervous breakdown I’ve been talking about for the last four years.

Friday Cassidy received her classes Superstar Award. She’s been DYING to get this award all year and about two months ago her teacher told her that if she turned in ALL of her homework and improved in math that she would get it. On Monday of last week I asked if she had gotten it and she said that another student had gotten it instead. I was heartbroken for her because her face fell and she was almost in tears when she told me. And a little pissed off at the same time since she HAD turned in all her homework and HAD improved in math so I told her that I’d go in Wednesday to talk to the teacher to see what was up. Before I could even turn my car off after school on Wednesday she came running up screaming I GOT SUPERSTAR I GOT SUPERSTAR I GOT SUPERSTAR. When she got in the car I gave her a big hug and told her how proud I was of her and she read me the letter telling me what time to be there Friday because the parents get to help present the award. She started crying when she read it to me. This award meant THAT MUCH to her.

So my Friday started a off nice and a little early because I left work early to make sure I was there for the award ceremony. They even gave her one of those horrid “My Child is a SUPERSTAR” bumper stickers. We taped it to the inside of the back window of my car. As proud of her as I am, I’m NOT about to stick a bumper sticker on My Precious. heh

(Aside - I owe a GIGANTIC ENORMOUS HUGE thank you to Ben for being so understanding about me ditching out on his track day Friday @ Buttonwillow so last second. I really wanted to be there and I PROMISE that I’ll make it up to you. *devilish grin*)

Saturday we went to Chris’s Graduation Fest. All the NorCalBMW crew was there so, of course, it was a fantastic time. I love getting to hang out with my NorCal family. And I REALLY love Jello Shots. A lot. The kids had a blast, too.

Sunday I was supposed to go out with the NorCal crew to celebrate Jason’s 21st birthday. But I got a raging sinus headache that started late Saturday evening and lasted pretty much till early Monday morning. So much so that I spent most of Sunday in a Benadryl induced coma. Ben planned a really fun evening for him though. Dinner at Gordon Biersch Brewery, Tracy Morgan at The San Jose Improv, then pool at 1st Street Billiards. He seemed to have a really good time. Well, when they stumbled in the door at midnight they were STILL having a really good time. I really wish that I could have gone but I felt SO BAD. I’m sure that I’ll have plenty more chances to out drink him though so…

Monday I felt SO much better and after having been stuck inside the entire day before I decided to get out in the fresh air a bit so Cassidy and I spent most of the day digging out grape vines and planting and transplanting and making the yards pretty. We planted the Bougainvillea and also got some fun stuff to plant. Tomato’s, green peppers, green beans and strawberries. She’s SO INTO planting and growing right now. Every day after homework we walk around the house and check on all our plants to see how they are doing. We might have to transplant my Mother’s Day gerber daisy. I think it’s getting too much water and not enough sun where it is. I’ll probably stick it in a pot and put in on the back patio.

SO! That was my weekend. Oh yeah, we topped it off last night by going to my new obsession, Aqui. The food there is SO good. Fresh and healthy (Ben had free range turkey meatloaf casserole which had big chunks of vegetarian tamale mixed into a yummy tomato sauce) and JUST SO GOOD.