Detective

My mom sent me a little care package in the mail and inside were some documents she thought I might need like my birth certificate and social security card. When I pulled my birth certificate out of the box I noticed that the gold seal had been ripped off and taped back on. It aaaaaaaaaall came back to me...(cue flashback wavy lines and 70's music) I always loved when the detectives on TV would pull a leather wallet from their chest pocket and flip it open to reveal their shiny gold badge. They were so cool. One day while I was playing in the garage I stumbled upon something with a shiny gold star on it. THAT would be perfect to make my own badge! I quickly got work. I found some construction paper, crayons, scissors began coloring and cutting and taping and in a matter of moments I was ready to solve all the crimes of my block! I had a badge. I was a DETECTIVE! I ran into the house and found my mom. I stood before her and reached into my shirt and pulled out my paper wallet and FLIPPED it open to reveal my SOLID GOLD BADGE!            well, as you can imagine THAT didn't go over well. She grabbed my hand and took me back to the garage, found my ripped birth certificate and taped the seal back on. And that's exactly how it arrived some (a number too high to count) years later. But man, I sure was a cool detective for 5 minutes!

Above

I'm finding that my attitudes about mother nature and her creations are changing as I get older. For example this morning I saw a group of Ducks flying above me. In my younger days i would stare and marvel at their ability to fly in a perfect V formation. But now I just think, "Oh god! Don't poop on me!"

garden party

A few days ago I injured my left calf while running. Pulled a muscle. I went to my acupuncture lady and she put 3 "tacks" in it and told me to leave them there for 2 days. She also recommended that I run through gardens.  ?

Update: The tacks are out and the calf feels great. However, to my Berkeley friends, no need to worry...I did not run trample your daisies.

Gate

Michelle and I went on a quickie vacation and stayed in a cute little cottage with a fence around the property. The gate had a key code lock on it. Each time we entered Michelle looked up the code on her phone, typed it in and presto! The gate opened! As I was packing up the car to leave Michelle walked out onto the sidewalk with her bags and let the gate swing shut. I tried to grab it, but alas, it slammed. Our phones with the key code were still in the cottage. We were officially locked out. I went into immediate Macgyver mode! I walked the 6 foot high fence perimeter and looked for the best spot to climb it. I found a corner where I thought it was strong enough to hold me. I grabbed everything we owned from the car and stacked it up next to the fence. Suitcases, bags of chips, beer, anything I could find. I finally had what I thought was an amazing architectural hodgepodge of a staircase and was ready to climb it, jump over the fence and be the hero! I went back to the car to find one last piece of whatever to pile up for the final step. And the gate was open. What the? I walked down the path to the cottage where I found Michelle inside cleaning. I looked at her with my hands in the "What the hell?" position. "Oh," she said, "I remembered the code."

ponytail

So long ponytail. I will miss you. 

hole

Michelle has many talents. One of her most amazing talents is to be able to locate the only hole for miles around and fall in it.

I cant believe its not butter

The other day we had a little get together with friends. We had some different style of cheeses but my favorite was a super delicious chunk of White Irish Cheddar. Michelle had placed all the cheeses left over from the party in a zip-lock bag and put it in the fridge. I thought the cheddar might be yummy on top of a bowl of Chili so I grabbed the cheddar and grated it over the top. I couldn't wait to eat it! mmmmyummmm.........I snuck a handful of the grated cheese and shoved it in my mouth! I love cheese. I mean, I LOOOOOOVE cheese! But.... this didn't...taste...like...cheddar. In fact, it didn't taste like cheeeeese. It tasted like......?.....BUTTER?! I stared at the pile of cheese and watched it slowly melt into a greasy oil slick. "MICHELLE! DID YOU PUT BUTTER IN THE CHEESE BAG????"      "Yah, why?"       "UGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I JUST ATE A MOUTHFUL OF BUTTER!!!!"  "eeew, why'd you do that?"   "UGH!!!"