1999

I wish I saved every typo I have made on essays, emails, and comments on other blogs.

my favorite ever is busty. instead of busy.

I am so busty today! (hurried email to male co-worker)
That same co-worker informed me of my common mistake. It also happened to be the same year I started the pill and was, infact, rather busty.

to stay the way it's been

This month wraps up our first summer in California. No better way to close than with a package of Mother's Wafer Cookies (california original since 1914- as noted on the packaging).

It also marks one year of me doing this. What you are reading. The pictures you view. This website.

It began with a purpose- to encourage my hobby of taking photographs. It quickly developed into a place to toss my thoughts and experiences. And post pictures other people have taken. Oh, and occasionally talk about candy. Or music. Or a band called The Candyskins, which is excellent Brit Pop by the way.

Anyway- thanks for hanging out in the back seat. Not sure where we are going or where we will end up, but you can rest assured I have a glove compartment (which isn't accurately named and everybody knows it) full of treats.

it takes all kinds

I enjoyed peeking into the subculture that is auto racing and its enthusiasts. Some camped out for several days, others parked plush RVs on hillsides designed to invite viewing in comfort.

The course was the size of a small town and reminded me of childhood play outdoors when we would create tracks with our fingers in the dirt and move the matchbox cars around them until the street lights illuminated.

Many of the patrons were to be expected. Others seemed vastly out of place. The vendors were spread across the terrain selling things from food to Race Girl T-shirts to custom toy cars.

The usuals were prepared with hats and sunglasses and earplugs. Their children equal in equipment + shooting ear muffs. The older, long-term enthusiasts were easily identified as their forearms bore rough skin, similar to that of a brown leather couch. I imagine they had stories of every race that ever was- the crashes, the records, the deaths. They held the history of this hallowed ground.

Walking around I began to wonder if it was a Styx concert. Then the teens arrived throughout the afternoon and then it felt more like a mellow punk scene squished into a Monster Truck Rally. There were also non-classifiable people wandering around. Maybe we fit into this mix, just completely out of place.

I enjoyed the old race cars on display, they provided many photo ops.

The cars actually racing were breathtaking. You see and hear it on t.v., but seeing it in real life was like seeing a movie star cross the street next to you on a busy New York morning.

They were lower to the ground than you could imagine and fast doesn’t properly explain how they flashed past me. I could smell the tires gripping the asphalt at turn 7. This is truly an amazing sport. One I never appreciated before the weekend. This doesn’t mean I am an avid fan or that I will make much effort to attend again. Just feeling grateful to have caught a glimpse of a world that gives a lot of other people incredible excitement. I can appreciate people being totally into something I will never love or fully comprehend.

Because that thrill is how I feel about music.

tired

nacho raceway

Today we are going to Infineon Raceway in Sonoma. If we did not have a child my thoughts would be:

AWESOME! I can't wait to see a crash. I hope they have nachos.

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Since I DO have a child my Unfun Mom Detector is extending from the back of my neck and I have slight anxiety of how the hell is this going to work. I packed a lot of snacks, toys, water, camera, books, inflatable clown, and space shuttle service.

I am hoping he will just end up enthralled with the fast cars the whole time. And not notice the earplugs we have to cram into his little ears.

megan

I love that feeling after you eat bacon. You know..the one where it feels like someone is running circles around you with duct-tape as it wraps tightly around your ribs coupled with the feeling of a fire poker trying to make its way out of the left side of your chest.

love that feeling.

glug

If I could put sprinkles on a store and eat it up with a tall glass of lemonade, it would be Glug Baby. Shirts I would wear. My next purchase for Zane is the shirt with the record player on it.

http://www.glugbaby.com/

oh six

2004: superman
2005: vampire
2006: dragon slayer

That is the toddler costume in the running for the moment. Dragon slayer. Those pesky dragons, we hate them in our family. Can't slay enough of them.

Pirate and cowboy are also acceptable options for 2006.
I can't seem to catch the cutesy vibe for halloween costumes all other moms on the planet seem to enjoy.

I always wonder if it's one of the many tell-tale signs of me being The Crazy Mom. When he is an adult and complains about all the things his parents didn't do right, will the costume selection be part of the festivities?

"...and in the car, no, no childrens music. I had to hear indie rock nonstop my whole life.While the other kids played with Big Wheels I had this old skateboard that practically killed me. All the other kids, they wore fuzzy farm animal costumes. Me, I was a blood-sucking vampire! THIS was my childhood!"

sic tricks

by my 2 year old. he pulled my board out of the closet when i wasn't looking and went nuts.
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If only I knew photoshop I could have had him dropping into a 6 foot half pipe!

I heart Bill

Can someone make me a shirt that says 'I heart Bill'?

He is our new maintenance guy and by george not only is he punctual and efficient, he has ordered us a brand new dish washer that will be installed next week. We didn't even need it.

{insert blinking lights here}

It's seriously like I just won at Plinko on the Price is Right.
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I am especially excited to see the broken, green dish washer in the garage will get a buddy.