Thursday, July 20, 2017

At Work


I'm at the point in my career where I have a corner office with a view and three admins. I'm still waiting for an executive washroom.




Wednesday, July 19, 2017

White Out


Yes, the photo booth seemed to have some lighting issues. But the sentiment is outstanding.



Tuesday, July 18, 2017

He's on the Seven Day DL


Bob's knee has been sore for the past week. Today, the doctor said it's an over-use injury and he needs to stay off of it for the next week. He'll be missing two ball games and one practice but will hopefully be back in action in time to leave for sleep-away camp on Sunday. Until then, compression, ice, elevation, rest, Pokémon Go, the MLB Channel, and lots of popsicles.




Monday, July 17, 2017

Codependent but so Cute


Seriously. I can't get enough of these two. (That's a good thing because they are up in all my business all the time.) They walk around shoulder to shoulder and generally like to hang out a few inches away from each other as often as possible. I would like to eat them with a giant dog spoon because of their extreme deliciousness. Now you know everything.


Thursday, July 13, 2017

The Bigger the Hair, the Closer to God

*I bought this sweater at Foxmoor Casuals in the Capitola Mall with babysitting money.

In 1978, the summer before ninth grade, I made a trip to my mom's hometown in the panhandle of Texas. I hung out with some local teenage girls who were beauty queens. Miss Borger, and Miss West Texas Panhandle were beautiful girls with big, beautiful, Texas beauty pageant hairstyles. I wanted to look just like them. While I was there, I got a layered haircut, a plastic box of hot rollers, and a fresh can of Aqua Net.  The results were not tiara-worthy.

When I got back to California, I spent the mornings before school, fighting my hair with a giant round brush while trying not to burn the tops of my ears with the spiky rollers. Every day by third period, regardless of the thick shellac covering my head, the big, bouncy curls wilted in the fog of my seaside hometown. I lived in the wrong territory for hair that was, as my mom would say, "bigger than Dallas."





Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Levi Rosenberg, MD


In case you weren't 100% sure that Levi is 1,000% awesome, whenever he gets the chance he has been licking the wound on Mr. Rosenberg's knee. The internet jury's out on whether this is optimal first aid or not but there is a French saying, "Langue de chien, langue de médecin" which translates to "A dog's tongue is a doctor's tongue." (I'd definitely rather see Levi licking Mr. Rosenberg's knee than our internist, Dr. Huizenga, licking Mr. Rosenberg's knee. Also, Levi has a lower office visit rate.) 

The spitty point is, Levi is taking care of Mr. R and his sweet efforts are appreciated. 





Monday, July 10, 2017

Ice Cream Man


On Friday night, Bob's baseball team had to forfeit the second game in a tournament because they didn't have enough players for the lineup. This knocked them out of the tournament entirely. The guys were understandably disappointed. We decided to all meet for dinner and then headed over to a ball field nearby for a game of parents versus the kids. (I was, as always, the scorekeeper.)

Mr. Rosenberg was never really a ballplayer. He had a year or two of little league around first or second grade. He played tennis in high school and has run a number of triathlons over the years but baseball wasn't his thing. In his first at bat of our little game, he hit a ground ball past second, and as he took off running, he slipped on home plate and went down hard on his knee. He got up and made it to first, bleeding. On his second at bat, he hit a home run over the fence driving in two runs.

In Bob's league, it's a tradition that when a player is up to bat with bases loaded, all of the players yell "Ice Cream Man!" If the player hits a grand slam, then the parents have to buy ice cream for the whole team after the game. On his third at bat, Mr. Rosenberg hit a grand slam, tying up the game.

It was a very warm night. We were playing quickly to end our last inning before we ran out of daylight. The moon was almost full in the sky and everyone was laughing and cheering each other on. The mom sitting next to me leaned over and said, "It's kind of perfect right now, isn't it?"

The kids ended up winning the game 11 to 10.

I commented to Bob, "You and Dad were both big hitters tonight."

"It must be in our blood, Mom," he said.

After the game, we all walked down the block and Mr. Rosenberg bought everyone ice cream.





Sunday, July 9, 2017

Sunday Links



You can't waste good.

Selective Attention: If you are looking for reasons to be happy, you'll probably find them.

Receiving your summer life.

Refresh your personal library.

A pretty great list of driving songs. (I would add Low Rider by War.)

Life around this tree.

And a kitten eating ice cream.

Happy Sunday.



Saturday, July 8, 2017

Smacksy Saturday Photo: The Call is Coming From INSIDE the House



You guys. It's not like I don't check the zucchini plant everyday. I do. This whopper came up OVERNIGHT. For the photo, I put it next to the dogs for scale. To be most accurate, I'll just say it's roughly the size of our Prius.



Thursday, July 6, 2017

Summer Afternoon


When it's too hot outside and you've used up all your screen time and you already ate lunch and then finished a board game, then you read. *Extra points if you can spot Levi in this photo.



Wednesday, July 5, 2017

Shuffle



When I'm driving, I have my iPhone bluetooth connected to the car stereo. My song library is always on shuffle. I like the unpredictability of not knowing which one of my favorite songs is about to become my new soundtrack. Today, this song came on. It's a beautiful one by Mr. Rosenberg's former band, Lavender Diamond. I didn't realize how much I'd been missing it. 






Tuesday, July 4, 2017

We Hold These Truths


I love this message. And I always love a long tracking shot.
Happy Independence Day.



Monday, July 3, 2017

3rd of July


Today is a Monday (mail delivery, grocery store, baseball practice) that feels like a Sunday (naps, breakfast out, Mr. Rosenberg home from work). But for Teddy and Levi, every day is a Sunday because they're basically retired. It's a good life.



Saturday, July 1, 2017

Smacksy Saturday Photo: Bros


These two. Instant brothers. Levi is celebrating one month as a Rosenberg. A forever thank you to Foxy and the Hounds for rescuing this guy and bringing us all together.