Hmmmm....

Do you think Emma would think I was more fashionable if I wore something like this to the bus stop in the morning? How did I miss this when it first came out, I wonder??

Poor Jacklet...

I was out weeding and watering the garden yesterday and found our first red tomato. All the others around were green, green, green so this came as a major surprise. So I ate it... Unfortunately, Jack usually gets the first red tomato of the season but he's on the Cape and won't be back until the weekend and I didn't think the tomato would last. So I said to myself that I would eat it and wouldn't tell him. As many of you know, my secret keeping is not stupendous. I told him this morning about the red tomato that I ate. He was a little bummed but is very excited to know that there are hundreds of green tomatoes waiting for him to come home so that they can turn red.

Casi cielo...

Courtesy of my future brother in law, the black apron kick-butt barista that he is, I get to enjoy gourmet Starbucks coffee by the pound. As I'm brewing some Casi Cielo, which is definitely my all time favorite, I am wondering how susceptible to branding and marketing am I actually. I like to think that I'm not but I still don't let drug reps talk to me because I know that, even if I think that I'm not susceptible to their schmoozing, the studies show that I still am. So is Casi Cielo my favorite because it comes in a fancy bag and, after all, it's name Casi Cielo (almost heaven in Spanish) says it all? Or because it actually tastes better? I would like to think I could differentiate it from instant Maxwell House but could I? I say that Budweiser tastes like water but could I really tell a Sam Adams from a Budweiser blindfolded- I would sure like to think so. All interesting thoughts... but must get back to work.

Still going...

To the right, there's a link to Picasa. I added pictures of the garden- tomatoes, my biggest addiction. One of Jack's jobs (per Jim) is to try and prevent me from buying any more tomato plants or tomato seeds.
Also pictures of Jack's first trip to Fenway.
Our backyard turkey on the swingset (yes, you did read this right).
Em at softball.
My little architects (Jim let them loose with cardboard and tape).
I'm sure there was other stuff too.
Off to bed.

Got it...

There must be a way to add the whole album... I'll get there some day but here's the link to the album.

Some day...

I'll get there but not today... back to work. It was a very cute tree frog that I couldn't get a good picture of because it kept moving and I was afraid Max was going to pounce it.

My protector...

Well, Jim and the kids are away. Luckily, Max is here to protect me. Then, when I brought the invader out back, I found this guy.
Hmmm... not sure how to do this. More later when I get it figured out.