Lameness Overflowing

So, I have to confess. In my lifetime, I have forgotten my Mom's birthday at least three times. Considering that I'm only 32, that's about a 10% failure rate! Shabby. I forgot twice, in a row, sometime right after I graduated from college. And once...yesterday.

I feel stupid. I even talked to her on the phone today and didn't mention it!

The thing is, I always DO remember like 2 weeks before, but then I think "Oh, I've got plenty of time to do something really cool." And then it's like a weird time warp and all of a sudden it's the day after and I have this familiar sinking feeling... I forgot again!

Sorry Mom. I love you... even when I forget your birthday.

If it makes you feel any better, sometimes I go to sign a check and I forget my own first name for a second!

Byers Lake Lane

We're still on our NE vacation/road trip. Here's a picture of Hubby and Bubby at Byers Lake on Byers Lake Lane in western PA.


The ducks are enormous. According to Grandma, it's because they've already eaten over 100 pounds of her dried corn!


These are speedy ducks!

Boston Chowda

Bubby and I had a great time exploring Boston while Hubby was at his conference. I had Chowda. Bubby had Chowda vicariously. Here we are early the last morning on the way to the airport. It was a sweet deal to ride the 'T' (underground transit) around the city. An adventure and a HALF with a very full baby stroller, let me tell you! The weather all week reminded me of home...overcast and beautifully grey and dreary. Loved it.

Dreams are Weird

Dreams are weird. Especially when you've had coffee, chloraseptic, and yogurt just before bed. Anyway, last night I dreamed this:

I drove my minivan to a convenience store/gas station and parked way back in the dark corner of the parking lot by the dumpster. I went into the store and got some stuff. When I came back out, I decided that I hadn't really parked in a safe place afterall, so I kind of made a wide circle around the van to make sure there wasn't anyone behind or under it. Coast was clear, so I hopped in and started the car.

Out of the corner of my eye, all of a sudden this guy comes out of nowhere! So I go to lock the doors, but I don't know how to do it because the minivan isn't mine. In all the hubbub, I accidentally hit the gas (instead of the "lock all the doors" button) and go in reverse. I thought I ran the guy over, but I only backed over his right hand. Then he got mad!

All of a sudden it was broad daylight and I realize I've run over the hand of a 70's-looking tennis player with a bandana around his forehead. He kind of looked like Desmond from LOST.

Weird.

Things that are weird about this dream:
I don't HAVE a minivan.
I don't park in dark parts of parking lots, especially near dumpsters.
What was Desmond doing with his right hand under my minivan tire?

Balloon Fiesta

Here we are at the Albuquerque International Balloon Fiesta Saturday morning. The traffic wasn't TOO bad. I had a really expensive and not very good breakfast burrito and Brian had some candied almonds. It seems that the price of fair-food is inversely proportional to it's palatability. (i.e. The worse the food, the more it costs.)

I'd never seen this sweet multi-colored balloon (above) before. It was nicew and has replaced my old favorite, Airabelle, the Creamland Cow.