Bubbles, Bubbles Everywhere

My niece loves to play with bubbles. Ever since she was six months old she loved to pop them. But when we got new carpet, she was no longer allowed to blow bubbles at Grandma’s house. We really didn’t want the bubble goo all over the new off-white carpet. Primarily because it would attract and hold on to dirt. Go figure, why would soap hold onto the dirt. But then I guess that is its job, it holds on to the dirt and then you wash them off together.

But I digress. We decided to do Ultimate Bubbles outside. I mixed up a little kid’s swimming pool with homemade bubble solution and we had a blast. I put a chair in the swimming pool and my niece would stand on it, then I used a hula-hoop to pull a bubble all around her. She thought that was great. In addition we had tons of bubble wands and blowers. She was a little confused as to why she couldn’t pop the bubbles after she had been dipping her hands in the bubble pool. But, she’s only two years old, the principles of physics and bubble popping would have been a bit too advanced for her, so I didn’t explain.

So if you are ever sitting around with a kiddie pool, a hula hoop and the makings for bubble juice (I know that I’m always in that situation), I highly recommend this activity.

A New Computer...

So I've spent the week preparing a laptop for my Grandfather. His last one died (well, the monitor did) and since it would cost half as much to fix the old one as it would for a new one, he opted for the new option. The problem is...I don't want to give it to him. I like the computer too much. He allowed me to pick all the options and software, so I was able to build it to the specifications I would want myself. It's going to break my heart to have to give it up. Maybe I could go on the run...

Then again, it may not be worth going on the lam for a single laptop.

TIMBER!!!

My brother recently cut down some trees for a neighbor. I was there to provide the “adult” supervision. Yeah, my brother is far more mature than me, but I guess if the tree fell on his head, someone would need to be there to laugh at him.

What is it with boys and their toys? My bro was extremely excited for this project so that he could use the chainsaw. I don’t really get it.

The Giants Win the...Game!

I was recently in the great state of California for a family wedding. I took the opportunity to go watch the Giants play the Dodgers. This is 50 year old rivaly, so the tension was in the air. The Giants are not a great team this year, in fact, they likely won't even make the playoffs. But, root, root, root, for the hometeam, because they won. It was great! They were down by one until the bottom of the ninth with they got 2 runs, that's it, end of game! Way to end! I was disappointed, no one hit a homerun. (I saw 4 last year when I was able to go to a Padre's game) Oh well, I guess not everyone can hit it way out.

I'm glad that some company was giving out sunscreen samples, I figured since the game was in San Francisco, I wouldn't have to worry about the sun. You know, it's always foggy there, but the one day that I'm going to be sitting out in the sun for hours...

By-the-way, it was free hat day. The first 20,000 fans in the stadium got a free Giants hat. They were actually quite nice. (Mine helped keep the sun off my face, too!)

M..M..M..My Tomato

This is my tomato. Why won’t he turn red? I’ve been watching him for 3 weeks now. He hasn’t gotten any bigger, but he hasn’t gotten any redder either. He seems to be content, watching the world from his little green perch. Perhaps he knows his fate. I will make him into my first tomato sandwich of the year. There really is nothing like a fresh grown tomato, still warm from the summer sun, placed on a slice of fresh bread, with a little mayonnaise, and a dash of salt and pepper. Oh, my little tomato….TURN RED ALREADY!!!