Summertime and livin's easy.....

Oh thank you good sun. You lift my spirits and make the world sparkle. I dig the heat. 120 heat index...whoo hooo bring out the tubetops! Welll we all know I haven't worn a tube top except for that sleepover where I pushed one on my head to make the girls laugh but that's way back when when I had aspirations of becoming a comedian (still workin' on it as you may be able to tell). Side note, yes, I blog as if I'm talking directly to someone...this of course is my loyal group of followers who make my heart swell with pride. And dear follower #5 who can't seem to figure out how to become an actual follower, please just get a T-shirt with my picture on it and my blog address, a few bumper stickers, twitter it...that should do it. (who is twittering? I haven't even figured out where to look! between having 3 email addresses and facebook and work and a home computer and a cell phone, and a blog, do I really need a twitter...i imagine I would tweet things like "guy just cut me off and now I'm pissed")

Back to summer. Backyard swimming pools. Oberon (thank you Bell's....I looooveeee youuuuu) and my new face Magic Hat Circus Boy (which is a nice light Hefeweizen). Grill food. Nearly every item I purchase at the grocery store is followed by the thought "I wonder if this would be good on the grill?"...Whitefish? Grill it? Zucchini? Grill it? I think yes. So that's my plan, to grill 100% of meals and eat off of paper plates i.e. no dishwasher or stove and unwittingly the Other does 90% of the cookin'...uh oh, does this mean he gets to complain about working all day and then standing over a hot grill? Of course not, that would be fostering some sense of equality as if he gets to complain about what I get to complain about...pssssh. Which brings me to something that makes me chuckle, just the other day he complained about being sunburnt after sitting out for 4-5 hours without a shirt on...I had to remind him that unlike me, he's caucasian.

Anyway really now, back to summer, I just looove this time of year. Windows down and blasting Black Keys Chulahoma...oh man, I'm gettin' that feeling. Anyway, its coming upon August very quickly and I'm trying to shove as many summer time activities into each day as possible. And because of this I've managed to wrangle a girl's weekend at the Cabin. I capitalize this because for me, this is the equivalent of oh, say, a weekend in Florence, Italy. I mean really, to go to the Cabin for FOUR WHOLE DAYS. To shower without little toddler hands pulling back the curtain and pointing and asking "what's that?"...to get up and have a cup of coffee and then...sit. I cannot fathom the freedom the alone time the People magazine (dated March 2011) that will finally get read. Oh I'm a simple gal is right.

Hmmm what else, got a new(er) ride and boy does it ride. RIP 2004 Jeep Grand Cherokee Laredo, you and your 12 miles to the gallon will be missed. So now, I drive a hog with a 3rd row seat and like the Other pointed out, "we can barely hear the kids, this is totally worth it"...so summer time brought me the luck of trading in my vehicle (which you should look into due to the large increase in values in the used car market, my vehicle increased a little over $1500 in value in one year...that's right, increased). Anyway there's my tip o' the day.

I have watched a couple of movies and read some gooood stuff and been introduced to some new music...all good and wonderful things which brings me to a review.

The Lincoln Lawyer: Matthew McConaheeeeeey, how you doin? Okay, him, with slicked back hair and a suit. I can dig it. The movie was eh...so so...entertaining enough but what stuck out was the music. Dear soundtrack dude or dudette...nice job. Citizen Cope, 107 degrees. Hot hot hot. I want to hear him sing while I lay on a hammock with my eyes closed.....okay, Citizen Cope/Ray LaMontagne sandwich. Done.

The Space Between Us, written by Thrity Umrigar. Fantastic wonderful thick with culture book. I could smell the spices of Bombay and hear the cabs honking and feel the energy. I could smell the slums and feel the main characters creaking bones. It was that good. A story of two women, one a servant, the other her mistress. Nuff said.

More to come I promise...just a sweet taste of Kaellandsummertimefun.