7.05.2012

Star-Spangled

Hope you and yours had a happy and safe Fourth of July, full of the foods, friends, family and fireworks that you love.


Over the past week or so my bosses' daughter/granddaughter was learning songs at school and singing them when she came to the office after preschool... something about a 4.5 year old singing Yankee Doodle, Three Cheers for the Red, White and Blue and particularly This Land is Your Land made me feel pretty patriotic.


I have not watched National Treasure this week.  I try to make that a Fourth of July tradition (at least since last  year).  There's always this weekend.

Many thanks as well to the boss lady for letting us close up shop early on July 3rd.  Having gotten 2 hours of my life back I decided to risk the $9 on a pedicure at a beauty school I had noticed and had in the back of my head the last couple of weeks. I probably got lucky that a very sweet, attentive young lady was available because it was the  first time I ever felt like I got my money's worth getting my nails done (I should note that I get maybe one pedicure/year because I won't spend the moeny on a really nice spa but I'm always disappointed in the cheaper places... so maybe I'll try Tramy Beauty School again sometime). Yay!


(fat ankles... awkward angle... no more taking pictures of feet, just weird)

We went to a friend's bbq yesterday and though the festivities included Pinterest inspired/worthy "Adult Lemonade," "Alcoholic Popsicles," and delicious grilled chicken skewers (and apparently there was trifle, but we left early), the highlight for us all, it seemed, was watching somebody's 2-yr old kicking beach balls into the pool.  In fact, there were at least 6 or 7 adults  all positioned around the perimeter so that we could immediately fetch the balls and let him kick again.  This must have gone at least half an hour... when did we reach that age where our entertainment is watching toddlers?

Perhaps you heard about San Diego's Big Bay Boom Bust.  Apparently the 4 or 5 synchronized fireworks shows in the San Diego bay, which were supposed to last about 20 minutes, choreographed to music, malfunctioned and all went off in about 20 seconds.  We were out east watching an adequate display (last-minute decision) but thanks to cell phones and the YouTube we were able witness the pyrotechnics.

Thank you to my family and friends--and well, everyone--who has dedicated themselves to service in this country. Military families, teachers, police officers and firefighters, civil servants, (some) elected officials, volunteers... you are the type of citizens our Founding Fathers envisioned making this a great country.

My grandmother told me a few days ago, "I never serve you hot dogs and hamburgers but I thought it was Fourth of July food." Ohmyword. I have yet to upload pictures from the camera, but talk about delish. The baked beans topped with bacon weren't too shabby, either. But the homemade ice cream was to. die. for.

And yes, that's the original owners' manual from the 60's. Presh. 

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