To Handy-gram's House we go....

We were lucky enough to be invited to the Cal/MSU game at Memorial Stadium in Berkley this weekend. I'd never been to a college football game, so it was a really fun experience for me. It also meant M's first real excursion to Grandma Linda's (Handygram's) house!
M can be a bit of a handful, but evidently she was no match for Handygram! They had a big day of walks, social calls, swimming and dogs. Here are a couple highlights:




























We were really happy that it all worked out and that everyone had a good time. There is nothing like coming home with a bellyfull of hot dog to find your baby just nodding out in grammy's arms!

What happens when she spills her bubble juice.

It's a little funny. I felt a little bad, but not bad enough to not put it on the internet.

The beginning of the end of life as we know it.

It's happening. She just started doing it.

Now she can get almost anywhere. And she does.
This was actually a couple weeks ago, so more has happened, but I need to get video.

Addicted to the Blue Pony

I've admitted it to most people, but I'll just lay it out here on the internet.
We had an incident with blueberries this summer.
By we, I mean me. By incident, I mean I couldn't stop eating them.
For days.
Exhibit A:

Now I'd love to say that I made a pie or something but I'd be lying.
I totally just sat on the couch and chowed down pounds (literally) of them.
I started to save the packages up to remind myself of the sheer volume I was consuming. Mr. Zimny calls them "carcasses".
I ate all the containers in the picture in 3 days. That's 2.5 lbs a day.
I'll put that into perspective for you.
IT'S TOO MANY.
I had to cut down, I started rationing.
But Safeway was happy to play my enabler by putting them on sale, so I was back on the blue pony for another week.
But I think I'm clean now.
Just don't bring any of those things over. I don't know how strong my will power is.

Judgement Day

So.
I have Jury Duty today.
In a cup-half-full type of way there are two decent things about the situation.
First, the incredible venue for people watching. More on this later.
Second, FREAKING WIFI!
That's right. I'm sitting surrounded by strangers in the courthouse,
blogging about how weird said strangers are.

I have been here for an entire 44 minutes and have moved 3 times, trying to find the best balance between the woman who used the f word in the first 2 sentences in our conversation and the guy who looked at me like I was a hoodlum when I pulled out my laptop while simultaneously situating myself at the best vantage point for people watching but not sitting in the sun.

Note: There are 2 seats in the entire courthouse that fit these criteria.
The first one is right next to the star student of the class I just finished teaching, who also got called in for jury duty.
I think that is really weird so I am in the other spot.
Secretly blogging about the weirdness.
Plus, in a moment of supreme "Wha? What time is it? Crap, better get dressed.... do I keep on the sweat pants I wore for pajamas, or do I change into my "dress" sweat pants?",
I chose the latter.However, I am still sitting here amongst strangers in my sweats.
But who cares with all the f words and piercing looks being thrown around?
Right?! RIGHT?
Oh, well maybe the star student of my class who actually took the time to dress better than a street urchin.
Whatever.

So .... I gotta go. I'm trying to keep mobile in order to avoid being caught in an uncomfortable conversation. But I must say, I think that a woman just changed seats and moved away from me when she looked over and saw what I was doing. But that's ok because she sat down next to the f-word woman.
She'll come crawling back, you'll see.