Astronaut, Ancient Treasure, Jump & Shout

DAY 40 -- Astronaut.


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Smoothie King. Five Dollar Friday is my weakness.


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Mason and I also visited the library sale today. Dollar CDs are my other weakness.


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Anna wrapped up her Jump and Shout cheer camp today.


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I cleaned out my closet this morning and discarded a pretty decent pile of clothes that I haven't worn in years. So long ringer tees and oversized sweaters.


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Found an ancient treasure in the berm today. The kids have no idea what it is.


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Tonight the kids were introduced to a classic.

Nacho, Zima, Lonzo

DAY 39 -- I had a cat named Nacho when I was a kid. My mom often called her Nacho Duck. Like Macho Duck from the Mickey Mouse Disco record we had. Sometimes she'd just call her Duck.


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I bought some new athletic socks today. Black ones. Twelve pair.

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Amy recently picked up a six-pack of the supposedly-limited-run of Zima. I laughed when I saw her drinking one. Zima was the first alcoholic drink I ever had. I was almost 18 and drank it warm out of a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles water bottle I won at Six Flags.


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I had a Kit Kat shake from Steak 'n Shake tonight. Although it was amazing, I regret having a Kit Kat shake from Steak 'n Shake tonight.

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I've continue sorting through a lot of the video footage I've acquired over the years. I'm of the opinion that the theme from Perfect Strangers is one of the five best TV theme songs ever.


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As expected, Lonzo Ball went to the Lakers. Also as expected, the Knicks continue to show no interest in winning.

Big Feet, Ostrich Riding

DAY 38 -- Playing racquetball this morning, I noticed that my shoes were starting to look pretty rough. I'm guessing that I shouldn't be able to see my big toe poking through the top. With Anna at camp for the morning and Charlotte and Amy off to do some study they're part of at the university, my man Mason joined me for a morning of errands.

Dick's Sporting Goods hooked me up with a new pair of shoes and a new racket. Here's what I learned from Dick's -- my feet are bigger than I thought. For years -- probably since early in college -- I've been buying size 10 1/2 shoes. Sometimes 11, depending on the brand and style.

For the first time since I was a kid, I decided to put my foot in one of those metal things to measure my foot. Much to my surprise, I apparently have a size 12 foot. After discussing this revelation with the kid working at Dick's, I walked away with some super-comfy shoes a size-and-a-half larger than what I was expecting.

I suppose that explains my toe coming through the top of my old shoes.

So with new shoes and a new racket, I can only assume I'll be unbeatable when I play again on Friday.

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Dick's is an anchor store at the mall so Mason and I made our way to the carousel before I grabbed a few things at Old Navy. It was early in the day, so he had his pick of any animal on the entire ride.

He chose the ostrich.


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I took two naps today.

I regret nothing.

Vet, John Malkovich, PS2

DAY 37 -- One of our cats has had a watery and slightly swollen eye so off to the vet we went this morning. Charlotte was pretty excited to go along and be the comforter to a pretty nervous kitty.


No damage to her eye. Nothing foreign body in there that the vet could see. So after a good eye flush we were sent on our way with a bottle of eye drops and a follow-up scheduled for later in the week

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Amy had Mason at a check-up appointment of his own and Anna was a morning camp. This left Charlotte and I with a few hours to kill so I asked her what she thought we should do.

"Can we go to the junk store?!"

Be still my beating heart.

There are certain questions to which a parent simply cannot say no.

Can I have more vegetables? Of course you can.

Can I go play outside? Please do.

Can we go to the junk store? I'll start the car.

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Off we went to my favorite store...or should I say our favorite store.

My junking partner came home with a Barbie car (she's been playing with Amy's old Barbie dolls a lot lately) and a Beanie Baby she's "been looking for forever." She even picked out a few things for the rest of the family -- a book for Amy, a bear for Anna, and a Mater toy for Mason.

Unfortunately, I realized once we got home that Mater talks -- something that Mason took no time in discovering. Now we have Larry the Cable Guy cruising around our house.

Terrific.

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As my my haul for the day, it was pretty random.

A bag of Lite Brite pegs for a buck.


These suckers aren't cheap if you buy them new and the kids drug out the Lite Brite a few days ago. It was also purchased at the junk store and came with a very limited amount of pegs. Now they'll have enough pegs to make words like "poop" and "butt" glow in vibrant colors.

How's this for random? A set of nesting dolls used to promote the movie Being John Malkovich...


The movie was okay but this set was too weird to leave behind.

Much like the Seinfeld DVD set for a few bucks that included the promo items -- a ketchup/mustard salt and pepper shaker set, script book, and Seinfeld playing cards.


Again, too random to leave behind -- especially knowing that I already have the Seinfeld episodes so I'll easily make my money back on this by dumping off the DVDs somewhere for cheap.

Although very small and limited to a tiny corner of a table, the newly added video game section of the store caught my attention and I picked up a Wii game for the kiddos and a few PS2 games.


Why would I buy PS2 games? Even though I've often regretted doing so, I sold my PS2 at least ten years ago.

Good thing they had one for sale at the junk store for ten bucks.

Back to the Berm

DAY 36 -- I headed back out into the berm today to continue my efforts to clean up the overgrowth and tame an area of our yard with tons of potential. Three hours later, I've unearthed a few more tree stumps and somewhere around 60 concrete blocks and pavers.


Also, for those keeping score at home, a smashed toy car and a hose nozzle.


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After some hard work, Anna and I were relaxing in the hammock this afternoon when she mentioned something about it being Monday. Without hesitation, thinking it was sometime late in the week, was to laugh and say, "It's not Monday."

It's Monday. And I've officially hit my favorite part of summer break -- the part where I completely lose track of what day it is.

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I took this picture of Mason today.


It made me think of a similar (yet very different) picture from just a few years ago.


Quite a difference between our old back yard and our current one.

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