From what I have seen this summer both blue and black nail polish have become an increasingly popular fashion trend. There are blue and black fingers and toes everywhere.
Image from Bing Images
I am not above following a fashion trend here or there, but I think this is one I had better avoid. At my age blue finger nails or toe nails would probably look more like oxygen deprivation than trendiness. And black, well, let's just say that women of a certain age should probably avoid that look.
As much as I hate to seem behind the times I think that at my age, to avoid looking like I might be gasping for air, or worse, I will have to stick with red or pink polish, or maybe orange if I'm feeling really daring.
I am always a little sporadic about doing blog posts, but lately I've been downright negligent. I was called out on it by a couple of blog friends e-mailing me this weekend asking if everything is okay. Everything is fine. I have been a little busy, but mostly I have just been lazy. This is a little of what has been keeping me busy.
Sunday we had a family barbecue at Big Pappy and GT's (Keith and Terry). They are my son-in-law, Brandon's, dad and step-mom. They have recently moved from New Mexico to Colorado and it is great to have them here. The kids had a great time with water balloons and a Slip and Slide and I had a great time eating Big Pappy's barbecue.
Beck and Big Pappy
Speaking of Big Pappy, he is not only a great host and a wonderful cook, he is a very brave man. Today is the first day of the 3rd annual Big Pappy's Boot Camp. It should be called Big Pappy's Fun Camp. For this week he will have his 2 boys (he is a full time stay at home dad) along with my granddaughter, Hope, and another grandson, all 8-10 years old, for a week of fun. They will go to an amusement park, a Rockies Game, a water park and other activities that they will vote on. I haven't been invited but I may have to crash a day or two.
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The kid's Granddad and Gammy from Oklahoma were here this week and I got to get in on some of the fun of that visit. On Tuesday night we went to White Fence Farm, a fun family style restaurant with lots of activities for the kids on the grounds. Except for a few minutes of panic when EJ was lost briefly it was a very fun time.
EJ got lost when she stayed behind to close all the doors on these animal faces after this picture. She is a very tidy girl.
All's well that ends well, especially if you get cool glasses from the treasure chest.
EJ and Anna
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My son, Rob, has a fairly complex job. He is working on Maven, a project to build a satellite that will orbit Mars. This very short infographic explains what he does at a level I can understand....sort of.
I love seeing how excited the weather reporters on TV get about any kind of weather extreme. The excessive heat some parts of the U.S. have had this summer has them almost giddy. They have so much to work with these days that they not only tell us what the temperature is, they go even further and tell us what that temperature "feels like". I know it is some kind of calculation of wind and humidity and so forth, but just tell me what the temperature is and I can walk outside to see what it "feels like".
I can't get too excited about a "feels like" temperature, but it does make me think that there are some other things for which it would be great to have a "feels like" measurement.
Like maybe:
I lost 5 lbs, but it "feels like" 15.
I have a $10 bill in my pocket, but it "feels like" a $20.
I just turned 64, but it "feels like" 40.
I'm eating a rice cake, but it "feels like" a scoop of chocolate ice cream.
At the least I'd like to hear the weather reporter, someday, say that it is 90 degrees out, but it feels like 72.
Another busy week has brought me to a Freewheeling Friday catch-up post, so I am linking to Mrs. 4444's Friday Fragments where lots of folks go to empty their heads at the end of the week.
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My grandson, Justin, turned 8 this week, celebrating with a family party on Sunday and a Rockies game on Monday.
Kids of all ages had fun with water balloons at the family party. I loved watching the older kids help the younger ones learn the art of tossing a water balloon.
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I probably won't win the grandmom-of the-year award for these pictures, but Beck loved this Starbucks cup and played with it for a very long time. I promise it was empty.
And it made him very happy.
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Here's something I won't be giving to my grandchildren......a breast feeding baby doll.....designed to teach little girls to breast feed. The little girl wears a halter top that has a sensor in it that causes the doll to suck when she puts it up to her chest. I think not.
Image from Google Images
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Our weather has been so changeable and crazy lately that even Dodger has had to put a toe out to check if he is going to be hit with stifling heat or heavy rain before he goes outside.
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My 9 year old granddaughter, Hope, had opening night of her summer play Hans Christen Anderson last night. She has worked very hard to perfect a wicked laugh for the Sea Witch character that she plays in one scene.
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If you made it this far thanks for sticking with me through this long, mostly family, catch-up post.
This is not an earth shattering problem, but one I would like to figure out. I want to change hairdressers. The problem is I have known the woman who does my hair for over 25 years and I don't want to cause any bad feelings.
The short history is that that I started going to her shortly after I moved here and stayed with her for several years. When I started a job that was out of town I switched to someone who was near where I worked because I needed to be able to go at lunch or right after work and that seemed fine with her. When I started working back in town I went to several different hairdressers and ended up going to a girl one of my daughters had gone to high school with and stayed with her for many years. She eventually moved to a salon that was too far away to be convenient for me so I went back to the woman I started with here years ago.
We are not close friends, but have always been friendly and often run into each other at activities in our sort of small town. I have not been very happy with my hair since I started going back to her and would like to find a good way to make a change. Like I said, this is sort of a minor dilemma, but one I would like to resolve with no hard feelings.
I would love to hear some advice or how someone solved a similar dilemma.
Our dog, Dodger, doesn't spend too much time home alone. Doc takes him along pretty much everywhere he goes. Lately, because it has been so hot here, he has been left home a little more often. He usually doesn't get into any trouble when he is left alone, but lately every time we come home we find the phone in Doc's office off the hook. We can't help but wonder who Dodger has been calling.
It might be his ex-girlfriend, Sammie, who lives in the neighborhood. He has been sort of making eyes at her again across the open space.
Maybe he is trying to find an exterminator to do something about that pesky squirrel who constantly teases him from a tree in the back yard.
He might be looking for an agent. Some people at the dog park have started calling him Hollywood and telling him he looks like he should be in the movies.I've been afraid that would go to his head.
I wouldn't be surprised if he was calling Dog Protective Services to report us for leaving him home alone.
I hope he hasn't gotten hooked up with a pretty Poodle in Paris. That could get very expensive.
Since Dodger won't admit to anything we'll just have to wait until we get the phone bill to find out what he has been up to.
In the meantime I guess we will have to quit hiding the remote and let him go back to watching Pay-Per-View when he is home alone. It is probably cheaper than calling Paris.
