Photo {mis}Op

When at the zoo, on the last day of a busy, three-day-weekend, and you’re trying to get that perfect photo of the handsome giraffe, it would behoove you to actually look–to make certain the divide in front of you is concrete and not, you know, rope–before you lean in for the shot. 

At the movies…

I’ve noticed a wonderful trend as of late … the showing of films in the park.  I know, I know … other cities have been doing this since the dawn of time, but not Boise.    

Of course, I’ve always thought this a splendid idea.  As a matter of fact, one of my fanciful dreams consists of owning a big stone barn, where I’d host parties during the winter, and show films during the summer.  *sigh*

Still, movies in the park is a start … if only they’d show a film I’d like to watch. 

In the meantime, there’s always the traditional Theatre … where it just so happens I watched Knight and Day.  It’s one to own; I mean really, how long has it been since a good action-comedy came out?  Only forever! 

Hasn’t this movie been receiving mixed reviews?  Yes, yes it has; but here’s the thing: some poor, unfortunate souls have no sense of humor.  A few of them were sitting in front of us as a matter of fact.  In such cases it’s best to ignore said review … and pity the critic …

What about the whole ’Tom-Cruise-is-annoying’ bit?  Doesn’t hold water.  I was among the number who took a hiatus from Tom Cruise movies–this one reminds me why I liked him in the first place.

I’m telling you, this movie made us laugh–out loud–nearly the entire time.  Such a feat, after a week like last?  Well, it’s nearly enough to make me jump up on a sofa, flail my arms about, and wildly proclaim my gratitude. {poor guy will never live that one down}

Instead, I’ll simply tell you this: if you need some good, light-hearted fun, do yourself a favor and go see Knight and Day … then come back here and quote your favorite lines and we’ll throw back our heads back and LAUGH some more …

Boys and their toys

I woke up yesterday morning to a dead coffeepot.  Seriously.  What kind of evil coffee-making-appliance gives up the ghost on a MONDAY MORNING?!  That’s just rude. 

Thankfully, we had some instant coffee lying about {don’t scoff–desperate times call for desperate measures}.   It was just enough to propel me out the door and up the road to Shannon’s for volleyball.  Her mother can rejoice.  Shanon can rejoice; I remained too tired to even attept to talk her ear off. 

As I sat in the parking lot waiting for practice to finish, boys emerged from the field. Soccer perhaps?  I’m sure to most the uniforms were a dead giveway, but you are speaking with someone who hasn’t an athletic bone in her body.  I’m just gonna go with Soccer … since they were out on the field and I could still see football helmets ablaze in the sun.  So, Soccer Boy gets in his car, revs his engine and drives off … as fast as his car can go.  And I snickered … because, hello … it was funny!  I wanted to say, “Dude!  You’re driving a Saturn … and not even a sporty Saturn … you’re driving a MID-SIZE VEHICLE.”  Still, I’m thankful to the lad … he made a woefully under-caffeinated morning much more bearable. 

And you know, those boys never outgrow the intrigue that surrounds a ”cool” ride.  Yesterday was also the annual car show at my grandma’s home.  One gentleman, who just happens to be 101, stood by one car and said to everyone who passed by, ”Do you know, I was one year old when this came out!” 

Old guys, young guys, they all looked something like this…

All in all, I’d say it was a grand way to usher in summer …

PS – If you were interested in the recipes from yesterday’s post, I added links!  Let’s all say it together, Mmmm, tasty!

Lucky duck!

Due to the abundance of rain in the last few weeks, clover has positively taken over. {oh look! I’m a poet and I didn’t even know it!}

If you’ve no experience with wild clover, I’ll tell you this: it’s evil.  It has, you see, control problems.  You spot a teeny-tiny bit one minute, the next it’s completely taken over.  And heaven forbid it should creep into your flower beds–wild clover entertwines with your flowers and they’re doomed.  It’s a grim scenario–and one that just so happens to be taking place in one of my beds at this very moment. *sigh*

Needless to say, wild clover is not my friend … until …

I meandered out to get the mail the other day–on the way back to the house, something caught my eye.  What in the world?  I said.  Out loud, as usual.  Backstepping, I went in for a closer look … and there, in a crack in the driveway, was a wee four-leaf clover. 

Amazing how one extra leaf can change your whole perspective.  Suddenly, it was no longer the bane of my existance … it was a bit of magic, right in my own front yard. 

You know, in the middle ages, a four leaf clover symoblized God the Father, Son, Holy Spirit … and an extra ounce of Grace.  I can tell you now, at the very moment you happen upon a four-leaf clover–right when you need it most–it certainly feels like added grace. 

Today, of course, a four leaf clover symbolizes Faith, Hope, Love … and a dash of Luck. Finding one does fill you with a sense of wonder–you can’t help but smile, just thinking something good might be in store–and that, my friends, is very lucky indeed. 

Added grace, a dash of luck–not bad for an ordinary afternoon …

Flinging dirt

In betwixt tornado and flash flood warnings, the clouds parted, the sun shone through, and I played in the dirt.  Mainly, I planted a few flowers here and there.  In doing so I realized I garden, much like I cook–in blatant disarray…

Thankfully flowers tend to be forgiving.  

I didn’t get all my flowers planted mind you.  I ran out of potting soil; couldn’t possibly be that I managed to fling soil every which way, but in the pot…