Plant of the day

One of my lovely hostas.
Not yet slug eaten or wilted.

Those pink walls

In defense of my living room, this:


Those pink walls were an aberration that lasted for too long,
mostly because of my reluctance to admit that I had made a
BIG MISTAKE.
I grew to HATE THEM.

I finally got the gumption to redo everything.


And now my living room can go on the list of
THINGS THAT I LOVE.

Now, if I could just figure out what to do with my kitchen.

The Bloomin' Garden, Revisited, Again

My garden is blooming rampantly right now, except for the roses, which are working on a lovely case of the dreaded black spot.

If you hadn't noticed, I've been having a difficult time thinking of INTERESTING TOPICS ON WHICH TO BLOG.

So, for the next few days I will present, for your excitement, pictures of "Things that bloom in Sue's garden."

Woohoo!

Here is the first, taken in the almost-dark tonight when I first had the idea.
Bleeding hearts with drops of rain.


Or this one, taken in the dark, with my other camera?


I don't know, I'm not very happy with either of them.

My Dad used to say that a bad workman always blames his tools.
Do I need a better camera, or photography lessons?
In my defense, it was dark and raining.

See you tomorrow.

Tomorrow:
I'm sure no one cares but me, but here is a morning picture.
I think I'm giving up on trying to capture bleeding hearts on camera.

Mothers and Daughters

I love this photo of Bethany and Natalie.


What is it about mothers and their daughters?
My Mum says that Natalie looks just like me as a baby.
It's true.
She is also the only one of Bethany's children that look like her.
You can really see it in this picture.


And the older I get, the more (they say) I look like my Mum.
Except my face is more round.
For obvious reasons.

So, the ONLY photo I can find of Elsie and Sue right now is this one, from Christmas a couple of years ago.
Should be good for a laugh!


I'm shuddering at the pink wall.

Whatever was I thinking?

Cool It

I love this book.
I also love this planet.
But I refuse to be swept up in all of the environmental hysteria that is promoted by media and Hollywood types and, dare I say it, liberals.
This book is the least hysterical, most rational consideration of the topic of global warming that I have come across.
I am now about to plagiarize the Google Book summary:

A startling book that reshapes the debate about global warming and offers a moderate approach to meeting its challenges.

Bjorn Lomborg argues that many of the elaborate and expensive actions now being considered—the Kyoto Protocol, for example—have a staggering potential cost of hundreds of billions of dollars, but, ultimately, will have little impact on the world's temperature. He suggests that rather than institutionalizing these programs to “cool” the earth's temperature 100 years from now, we should focus our resources on some of the world's most pressing immediate concerns, such as: fighting malaria and HIV/AIDS, and maintaining a safe, fresh water supply. And he considers why and how this debate has developed an atmosphere in which dissenters are immediately demonized.

Bjorn Lomberg has been named on numerous "most influential" lists and is a political scientist and statistician. Almost half of this book is dedicated to source citations. His arguments make so much common sense, no matter where you stand on the issue. If you care at all about this big blue planet, I highly recommend you check this book out of your local library. It is thoroughly readable; the section on Polar bears alone is worth the effort.

Tell them your friend Sue sent you.

P.S. I just discovered that you can preview the book (as in "read almost the whole thing) here.

You're welcome.

The Weekend is here

Charlie has gone back to Camp Pendleton.
With Jeff's truck, which is now Charlie's truck.
It's pimped out to the max.
If one could call a Chevy S10 4-cylinder "pimped out"!
It has a new stereo, cool bullet hole decals on the rear, and all kinds of nifty organizers on the inside.
Still no air conditioning.

Daniel spent Tuesday night here and the boys got some bonding time.


Jeff is home from New England.
The airline lost his bag.
Then they found it.
It got here this afternoon.
Jeff cleaned out the shed today.
Hooray!
He ate out three times a day while he was gone and put on at least 5 lbs.


Mum has been weeding in the raspberry patch.


She's wearing my "Marine's Mom" cap.

Joshua slept over last night.
He fell asleep on the way here and didn't wake up until 9 o'clock this morning.
I love this boy.
Have I mentioned that before?
Here he is on the computer


and eating some gluten-free oatmeal cookies made by Joshua and Nana this morning.


I, as blogger, do not have to post embarrassing photos of myself.

So that's all there is.

Jeff's kisses

No, not that one.
He's out of town on the East Coast somewhere.

Little Jeff.

His birthday party was on Sunday.
Jenny is a real party girl.
The theme was Sesame Street, complete with Cookie Monster cake


and Sponge Bob pinata.


Sponge Bob, you say?
Yes, well, Jenny dumpster dove at the local elementary school and came up with three damaged SBob pinatas. A little repair work later and, viola, one serviceable pinata.
My kind of girl.
Except the body was a cardboard box and took FOREVER to break.

Anyway, kisses from little Jeff are always multidimensional.
Think, slobbery lips and runny nose.
He gives them obediently when directed by his Mama.
Here are a few of us sharing the love.
And the germs.



After seeing this photo, I've decided it's time for a haircut.
Or something.


A good time was had by all.




Some more than others.