Book Club For One

Summer seemed to suck up the Book Club, vanishing August, reading for one this month.

A quiet riot.

Amazing.


Mmmm, mmmm good. Water, fire, bread, meat.


Beautiful. If you've got a drop of Irish in you, go get it.

Anyone seen a red Kia around here?

The kid never screws up, so I would like to document this one, itty bitty, push your luck and park in an illegal spot for months and one day you'll probably get caught digression.

March On

50th Anniversary March on Washington

There is still so much more work to do...

Whetting the August Whistle

TGIF Lipstick Call at Downside Risk
Thursdays in Arcadia at ohso
Day drinkin' in the dark at Houston's
even a stop at Hooter's for Jo's big day, oh my

Is it September yet????

Leslie's Bday Bash

Feted the fabulous Ms. Griffeth at the Montelucia pool for her birthday. She and mini me Chelsea (I mean Baby and Johnny) perfected their "and I had the time of my life" dance

while we breathalized our way through pitcher after pitcher of juicy goodness under the Arizona sun.

You say, tomato, I say where?

Shanapalooza!

Shana and The Chicas in Chicago for some fun,

a big bean

and some music.

La la la Lollapalooza

In the Weeds

The Eyes Have It

OMG - my eyebrows! After packing away the light-up magnifying mirror when the tile guy moved in, I went almost a month without perusing my face up close and personal. Why didn't anybody tell me I was starting to look like Groucho Marx? After plucking, plucking, plucking, I took a good look at the bathroom

Before:

During:


and realized the old scratched-up oak cabinets looked stupid with the new, done-on-the-fast-and-cheap, tile. So...ripped 'em out, did some of this,

and now we have

After.

I refuse to look through the light-up magnifying mirror to see the drips and the bubbles and the warps - nobody else seems to notice.