even grey days
 should be lake days.


for the record

when mom calls and offers gas, ferry moneys and a trip to the zoo for the whole family,
we drop everything (really we do).
and drive.
can you blame us?

it was a canada day/ 4th of july weekend of fun in the sun with my bro's and their loves.
and even though it's kind of old news now, i just have to share some of my faves.
here are the yearbook highlights:
  the zoo,
attending one of rusten's shows with all of my brothers and their wives (and one almost-wife),
banana hammocks,
a risky m&m heist,
slip'n slide wars,
and of course, many into the late night visits with my mom.
being with my family does something to me. 
it makes my heart feel like my face does when i get a bit of sun -
glow-y and alive.  


i can only imagine

one of these statements is not true...

can you guess?

i'm a little sore, i'm guessing because of all my freestyle slip'n slide moves
i perfected on the weekend.  ask me about my "flying squirrel."

it could also be because i nearly fell off the roof on the 4th of July.
luckily i caught myself on the gutter, Lara Croft style.  see image below.

yesterday morning i took a rather thrilling shower with a very large, maimed, suicide-bomber moth. that was fun.

while weeding my front garden, i overheard "bodhi, would you like to watch me lay my eggs?"  when i went over to check i discovered that char had constructed a nest completely out of leaves she picked with her mouth.

i wore short(ish) (mom)shorts to the grocery store.  hooray for july!

somewhere, somehow, i feel like i forgot how to blog.

my brother calls charlee "the innovator." it fits.  she finds a new adventure in the ordinary everyday.

i am coming to grips with wearing a strapless, satin, mermaid coloured bridesmaid dress in my brothers wedding.  must maintain malibu barbie tan to pull it off.

jane is putting words together.  it's really great.  i love when she comes in to my room first thing in the morning with a "mom, big poooop."  tonight she came in and said "bo. hit. me."

i stole a bottle of suave shampoo from my mom.  i was going to ask. then i forgot.  and now it's awkward.

it's nice, my fat jeans fit me like a glove.

after too many weeks, and too many times of having to ask strangers for advil, and my friends calling me names, i am off of the pain killers, people.  i feel like i have a new lease on life and hot and cold foods.  i heart root canals! 

i really love chocolate and banana together.  puke.



doors or no doors?