Ah, the sun. That makes me smile. It's cool for June here in the midwest but the sun feels great...
I smiled today when I woke from a nap and my hubby & 5-yr.-old son came to greet me. They snuggled up close one on each side. It's just the best!
Oh, and welcome Timmy!
Rematch of last year's Rugby World Cup final, but a better outcome. (would still rather have won last year, though!)
Australia 51 - England 15.
Sheesh! On the way to torment those Londoners in the European threads!
thank you devriesj
interesting place hear, and that was a great win by the aussies. Me smiling all the way to the bank
Waking up early this morning at 5:40 a.m. and taking the Supreme Bean for a walk and then getting back into bed with her and Carlotta for a long morning nap. Being able to indulge in such luxury makes me smile.
What made me smile today? Ehm...
I did know what made me smile yesterday. Believe it or not, but a bird crapped on my sister's hair. That made me smile for sure
How 'bout a little belly laughter to boot
A co-worker asking for a hug this morning.
Two co-workers offering up fruit this afternoon.
Running into one of my neighbour on my home home tonight. She was wearing a blue and silver sparkly headband. Her grand-daughter's. She needed something to pep herself up this morning - and wore it all day at work. She's a lawyer's admin. Made me grin huuuuuuge
Not smiling at all today - one crisis after other since the week began. Today, due to the tube strike, the buses and the train were crowded beyond belief even at the early morning hour when I come in (0630) - my carefully ironed clothes got all rumpled
Sorry to hear that, Gautam...
I'm smilin' because it's my birthday!! My kids gave me breakfast in bed, & made gifts for me. My mom took me out to lunch & then shopping...I arrived home to flowers from a friend and my brother & sister-in-law. Talked to a best bud & we're going out tomorrow. Going out tonite & then homw w/ friends for cake! Hubby's taking me out where ever I want to go this week end. I LOVE birthday week!! Now if my sister would just have that baby!!!
<sighs, grumbles>
Huh.
OK, so in order to comfort myself (for the nitwits who dont know: we lost the game), I'm gonna recount about after the last one.
The last game I went to see at my sister's, Saturday. Her guy, their little kid, who's fourteen-fifteen months old now - he woke up halfway through the game, crying, so we brought him into the room and later taught him how to cheer. And my father was there too - twas his birthday (tho he didnt want to be reminded, really). Even my hopelessly intellectual father ended up cheering at some point in time! We actually even went, afterwards - hey, it would be cool to go see the finals in some pub, all together, if we get that far!
Of course, we didn't ... <grumbles>
Anyway, it was cool. I'm having a hard time enjoying family get-togethers lately except for my adorable nephew, but this was just laid-back - relaxed - easy-goin', and jovial. Cool. Wish it could always be like that.
Because of the extra time and the penalties, I had to hurry right home shortly after the end. First in the train to Rotterdam. Everybody happy. Bunch of frat students, girls and boys, crowded into my compartment - normally an unpleasant thing, but this time it was cool. All dressed up and roaring, yet being real gentlemen, the guys. They had bottles of rosé, arranged a corkscrew from further down the train (by cellphone) and proceeded through the compartment to offer everyone a glass (well, plastic cup) in celebration of the win.
One set of seats down, two of the guys filled up the spaces next to a black and a mediterranean girl, who'd been discussing friends and guys before in a thick urban accent, and gamely struck up a conversation. No, the girls hadnt seen the game - what, really? Were they from Holland, really? Soon, a lively conversation going on, and then one of the busybee sorority girls came down and had an idea - two of the other guys didnt have a partner yet, would they like to come along to the ball, on a boat in Rotterdam? Yeah, they would (giggling, doublechecking), sure - and off they went, an unlikely meet-up of people, down the station hall. Hey, how often does Holland win?
In the station hall, meanwhile, happy chaos. Everybody going home after the game, lot of people still dressed in something orange, and whenever one spotted another the grunting yell of "Holland! Holland!" swept through the hallway, and thats how I walked down to the hall, raucous waves of cheers and yells and total strangers calling out to each other this way and that way. Heh.
Finals woulda been cool ... <sighs>
Hey devriesj, happy birthday to you!
Poor Gautam - having a bad suit day?
So, had piles of laundry to do, piles, before camping over the not-so-holy holiday weekend, and the thought of humping loads of laundry two floors up and down twixt our flat and the tiny temperamental washer in the basement (hoping that the dryer will work at all, with a folded up matchbook jammed in the door to keep it from flying open) -- the thought was unpleasant.
So I loaded it all in the Honda, stopped by a bookstore to pick up some tomes (too much $$, but it's a luxury to read things of my own choosing, bought a bunch of stuff about science and brains and disease anyway), and rolled over to a laundromat. First time I've done laundry suchwise this millennium.
Guy behind the counter had a parakeet on his shoulder, which squawked occasionally. In between dishing out change he holed up n a corner, watching quiet TV on a little working TV on top of a big broken one (like one of Jeff Foxworthy's relatives).
Loaded up six washers, pumped them full of coins, set them all going at once, sauntered over to the Asian market to pick up a coconut soda, back to the laundramat to ick over the prologues of the four books purchased previously, place is totally empty (Wednseday afternoon) except for the guy with the bird and some jolly beer-bellied guy playing with his three- or four-year-old daughter. Read about Leeuwenhook and his wonderful lenses, about some Sudanese and their horrible Trypanosomes...
Good stuff, with the sun pouring through the window, and leaving me wishing I had more stuff to wash. Smiling at relived memories of idyllic idle time lost in the crisp warmth and floating sunlit dust of laundramats. With any luck, we won't have machines next year...
Went to buy sneakers today, and came back with a skirt, two dresses, 3 t-shirts and 2 shirts. all of it just under $100. LIFE! is beautiful!
Happy birthday, devriesj.
I'm smiling now because my little dogs are sleeping near me. The little girl dog is snorting/snoring occasionally. Always a good sign of a deep sleep for her. We had fun on our romp tonight. Ksenja and Jenetta (mother and daughter, fairly new refugees from Kosovo to Canada by way of Germany) asked if they could come along for the walk. Jenetta (age 9 years and 1 week and 2 days) often comes along to walk Miss Cleopatra. I had to keep laughing when Ksenja had to keep asking for another turn walking the CleoDog. They are such good friends, that mother and daughter team.
Peppermintpatiodog's post made me smile. Reminded me of some great summer evenings about 20 years ago, going to the laundromat with a friend, playing Scrabble and talking with the local bikers who hung around outside.
I always marvel at how clean laundry takes up more room than dirty. You'd think with dirt on, it would take up more space. One of the those great scientific mysteries, like vanishing socks.
sounds like important research needs to be done to arrive at a definitive causal relationship between volume and dirt content of laundry. Get a grant girl!
Today I had main dog and backup dog for a long tramp into the deep woods of the Barrens. We kicked up a mamma deer and two tiny fawns. The momma couldnt decide who she would be most able to attack, me or the dogs. She just stood there, head down and displayed the only threat weapon available to her, she stood her ground and stamped her foot. Both dogs looked at me for guidance and WErnie, main dog just sat and appeared non threatening. Stash lay down and gave the momma "the eye"
Momma and fawns guardedly made a careful measured retreat with me in her eye. The fawns were almost oblivious to it all. They were just like my own kid who, at the age of 3 , got stuck in a revolving door and just kept going around till I was able to get in and grab im up.The little fawns just knew they had to move ,NOW, the direction was optional. One fawn came within 1 foot of Ernie, who continued sitting there and let the little guy shoot by him , as if it was trying to join our side . Then the mother gave a toot like a hurt rabbit and the fawn reconsidered and took off to rejoin the little family group.
My dogs had that "Boy, you talk about some really dim bulbs in the woods" I was proud of the dogs for not going berserk and chasing the mother or terrorizing the fawns.
Smiling at the tale of your very good and smart dogs, farmerman. I think I'd like them to join my Canada Day parade.
