Signs of Spring

One of my favorite times of the year is spring. Might have something to do with my birthday (which seems to be more dreaded each year) or perhaps just the temporary calm before the storm between winter and summer here in Northern California, which as anybody familliar with the weather around here knows, both can be britial.

There are many places around here where the Redbud trees are in full bloom. They are so majestic. There are many bursts of pink and purple amidst the drab of all the yet to bud out oak trees. It really is a site to see. Pictures like this are difficult to get because, with the ever changing weather, a spring storm came through our area and blew all of the beautiful buds off. Click here for a link to the site where this amazing picture and many more like this came from.

AUGH!!!

My poor little boy is sick. It came on so quick and out of the blue. He is on antibiotics now, but isn't feeling better yet. Not very often that my 13-year-old little man stays in his jammies all day carrying around his comforter and pillow. Let's hope he gets better soon....and that I don't get it!!

Back to My Monkeys!

So, in one of my last entries I complained about my kids...calling them monkeys. Well, Have I got another story for you!

Last night my oldest monkey took my youngest monkey to a Trapt concert. While there, my youngest monkey needed to go to the bathroom (augh! I must continue). Not wanting her younger brother to go "alone" she sends him to the bathroom with her cell phone, telling him to call the other friend that they went to the concert with, if he got lost or needed help. (Keep in mind 13 year old monkeys NEVER ask for help!!) Well, to make a long, gross story short, he dropped her phone into the toilet! He reached into the toilet (Ewwwwww! Gross!) and thoughtfully rinsed it off in the sink. When he gave it back to her he didn't tell her what happened (bad idea!). She finally notices that her phone isn't working, pushes some buttons, water comes out of it, and she freaks out!!

So fast forward to today. She is all teary because "Oh My God! I was without a cell phone all day today. I just feel like a victum. I was just doing something nice and this is what happens!" I know, an 18-year-old without a cell phone, does one even exist nowadays? We go to Verizon to get her a new phone and it is going to cost some real $$ because she is not ready for an upgrade. We leave there and she is really upset. She has a cool new phone, but she is out $350. She had to get the best one, the hot pink one, the "it" phone for an 18-year-old monkey.

I didn't buy her phone, she is working now and can afford her own "fine" things. I would have paid the $50 insurance deductible to replace it with the same "Chocolate" phone, but no! She had to get the "it" phone.

So, we get home and my 13-year-old monkey is all upset....WITH ME!!!!!! What the hell? How is his dropping his sister's cell phone in the toilet MY fault? Because he is his father's son, that is why. EVERYTHING is my fault! He is actually upset because she bought a new phone, to replace the one that he accidently dropped, and I am the bad guy because I haven't bought him a cell phone yet. My God.....What am I thinking? Doesn't every 13-year-old, disrespectful little boy need a cell phone?

Malibu Pineapple and Candlelight

Is there any better way to spend a Friday evening?