What I’m up to:
– This last week has been insane in the very best way. We’ve been having back-to-back adventures now that Anthony’s arm is healing and summer is in full swing. Yesterday we went sailing in Grandpa’s Pirate Ship (last Thursday it was 104 so we postponed) and even though the weather was temperate and mild and I applied liberal amounts of SPF50 I still came home with a nice crispy sunburn. Ouch. My bra hurts.
– In addition to our family adventures, Isobel has been having plenty of fun times with her grandparents as my inlaws work for a school district and are filling their summer vacation with trips with Isobel. She’s been to multiple water parks, a warehouse full of bounce houses, parks, the zoo, and swimming at her uncle’s house a few times a week. She is relishing the activity and wakes up asking, “What are we doing today, Mama?”
– The fair is in town! You know what that means! Fried food and 80s hair bands have set up shop amid the carnival rides and bunny shows at our fairgrounds. We got together with our partners in crime, the Waltons, and got Kingston and Isobel unlimited ride bracelets. That night while we were riding the teacups and eating popcorn we heard Foreigner playing their greatest hits so I taught Isobel do to devil horns, which she calls, “rock and rolls.”
– LOCALS! The Catholic thrift store is having a huge summer blowout so everything is 50% off for the next two weeks. GET THEE TO THE SAVINGS. Also, Treasures to Find is closed until they move to their new (larger!) location next to FoodMaxx. They should open sometime next week. I am essited.
– I had another visit with the Cancer Center yesterday just to touch base and make sure some anomalous readings were just that, anomalies, and so far everything checks out. I had a fever for a few months and that seems to have passed, which is good news, but I still have to go back in six months just to be sure things are going according plan.
– I have so much more to tell you about Grandpa’s Pirate Ship and the fair and all our other adventures, but each will have to wait for its own post.
– We’ve been working on watching Star Trek: TNG from the beginning and so far we are about midway through season two. My hope is that there is at least one episode that I haven’t seen before buried somewhere in the series, but I kind of doubt it. Most of them I’ve seen dozens of times, but I still hold out hope that there is one that I somehow missed that will be entirely new to me.
– One of the items on my life list was to take an unconventional family portrait, and before my uber-talented friends Chris and Jenn offered to shoot it for us, we were left to our own devices and used a gift card with a local, elite photographer. I told him what I envisioned: unconventional, fun, something outdoors. He seemed all on board with us and then posed us in staid, traditional positions in front of a muted backdrop. When the photos finally came Anthony said, “Huh. It looks like one of those photos politicians send out as if to say, “Hi! I’m Anthony Castillo, and here is my Perfectly Normal Family.” I was disappointed but we decided to make the best of it. We’d all run for office! As a family! I decided long ago that if I ever ran for office my platform would be “SHUT THE FUCK UP WE ARE GOING TO SPACE,” so I guess all we needed was a campaign. Well, here it is, internet. Would you vote for us?
We already have a running mate:
Little Big Links:
Jarred pasta sauce taste test. First off, DALS is one of my favorite blogs ever. It was introduced to me by a dear friend whose judgment is obviously impeccable. I have been looking for a taste test like this for years in the hopes that I wouldn’t have to take the time to conduct one myself. Sure, homemade sauce is always better, but I don’t always have the time or the storage space. Newman’s Own, I am coming for you.
Just Cleaning Not A Yard Sale. I was in the car with Anthony when I slowed down to ogle the goods, convinced it was a yard sale. Nope! Good thing they put signs out or people would have been bugging them all day. Hilarious.
25th Anniversary commemorative Star Trek prints. You’ll be seeing one of these at my house in the near future.
Don’t Be A Hater: A How-To Guide to Being Happy. This article was written by one of my favorite librarian twitter buds, @pcsweeny, and addresses changing your thought patterns from a negative outlook to a more balanced and positive one. This my friends, is the essence of cognitive therapy and why I go to therapy. It’s really hard at first, but like so many other things, gets easier with practice.
- He drives me crazy.
- “Let’s play with furballs, mama!“
- I am an excellent parent.
- “Thank you and goodnight!”
- Every rose.
- Things on my lap.
- This really happened.
- Off to look for mermaids.
- The Jolly Roger.
- O Captain, My Captain.
- Even with sunscreen.
- Screw Blogher! All the cool kids are going here!
What food does your family hate that you wished they loved?
With Isobel it’s so hard to say. All of her food prejudices are transient depending on mood, weather, and the position of the stars. Tuesday: she loves mushrooms! Wednesday: she hates mushrooms! Thursday: she swears she’s never had mushrooms! It’s really not bad at all because she doesn’t seem to have a specific dislikes and in most moods will try just about anything if a. it’s on your plate, and b. it looks like you want it all to yourself. GO GO GADGET REVERSE PSYCHOLOGY!
Anthony dislikes a few things that I like which is inconvenient at worst. He’s such a good sport he’ll try anything I make, and he’ll try something he initially dislikes a few times to be sure. The man just doesn’t like sweet potatoes, which is sad for me because I’ll want to make a big batch of sweet potato fries or baked spuds for dinner but I know I’ll have to make something else for him so I usually skip it. The same with artichokes. I love artichokes while Anthony can’t fathom eating something with the word “choke” in the title that looks like a giant weed. Whatevs, they are delicious. Finally, he is not a fan of me ordering the “tubes and tentacles” platter of calamari when we go out to eat on the coast.
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