Omission

Today I saw a woman vacuuming up the gutter in front of her house. Please tell me that she's the insane one and that my never-quite-clean kitchen is normal, not slovenly. Please.

(Imagine that there is a transition here)

When I said I would post something upbeat before the weekend, I didn't say which weekend. Ha! Gotcha! I meant THIS weekend! I don't have anything upbeat in particular to share (besides The Spitfire's perfect bill of health!), beyond the usual "we did this" and "we did that"s of which my boring blog is (not) famous.

Waiting for the train

The Dynamo, The Spitfire, and I took a train ride with Dr. Grandma to Old Town where we perused wonderful Mexico-themed shops, ate amazing Mexican food, were serenaded by a fabulous Mexican trio, and were lucky enough to become honorary members of the Mormon Battalion (yup, they telepathically recognized our skills with a shotgun). TD even got to pan for gold. AND she talked Dr. Grandma into getting her a beautiful, Fancy Nancy-inspired fan which she later earned by swimming across the pool by herself. Width-wise.

Panning for gold. Real gold! No, really.

Being serenaded. This is where TS learned to say "Ay ay ay ay!"

Told ya.

Speaking of guns, gold, and inspiration, I had a fabulous Saturday at Comic-Con with some girlfriends to support our NY Times Bestselling Author friend, Kiersten White, as she spoke on a panel. It was fun seeing her in her element, and it was even more fun to see just how proud her husband was of her. Not for selling books, but for getting him a free pass to Comic-Con. The crazies were out in full force, as usual, and made me feel as though I were incredibly attractive, athletic, and bathed too much. See photos below.

Some famous hulky guy

Chef Vader

Obligatory photo. The mask didn't come off.

Wannabes. 

Some famous Vivica Fox lady

Some famous car. It had a fluxx capacitor.

Some other famous gal.

Watch out. I just killed a bunch of people. Or something.

 

With the ever-impressive Kiersten White

Having survived Comic-Con, we ventured back into the world of traditional summer (in less-than-summer-like 70 degree weather - c'mon heat!) with 4-year-old gymnastics camp all week, leaving me with time to actually cook, clean, and organize. Fun. I did get an ugly old chair spiffed up with paint and fabric, and TD earned a t-shirt through the library's summer reading program, as well as a second-hand Mulan costume through mommy's learning-to-read program. She's very proud of herself.

Gymnastics camp

Giant-headed baby attacks library's infant story time! Run for your lives!!!!

We made sure that the shirt fit.

She's actually convinced that she looks like Mulan.

 

"The Chair" in all it's made-over glory

 And, to finish off the recap:

Bracing herself for a walk with the Urinator