When it Rains it Pours...

... Well, I'm keeping my fingers crossed that it doesn't pour considering the back window of my Rodeo looks a little something like this:

Classy.

Saturday night Matt and I did a little grocery shopping at our local Walmart, and as we were unloading the car I heard a huge crash outside. I ran out to see my husband in a sea of blue glass formerly known as my back window. Literally a gazillion (yes, that's a word) pieces. When he lifted the window to get the groceries out something popped on one of the hinges and it literally fell apart in his hands. Fantastic.

Damn my luck. So tonight intstead of my spin class, I'm making a little trip up to Fresno to my local "pick-n-pull" to get a new/old one.

I'm so excited to have this all fixed. As much as I love temporary replacement, I will be grateful to see again - and not hear the plastic whipping in the breeze as I drive.

I knew there was a reason I spent the extra money on trash bags that are heafty, heafty, heafty not wimpy, wimpy, wimpy. All things happen for a reason!

Strange...

This actually happened a while ago, but the same people were on the street corners in Hanford this weekend and it reminded me of something that happened several months ago that I still can't get over.

So I'm driving along one day, and I come to an intersection where I noticed several young hispanic men on every corner (and on every median) holding home made posterboard signs that said something to the effect of:

Donations for funeral

R.I.P Uncle Mac

(and a picture of "Uncle Mac")

I did think the situation was a little strange, but I didn't think too much of it and drove the rest of the way to work. Then I saw the same group on all of the corners the next day... and every other day that week. By the third week, I had some questions.

1. Where is "Uncle Mac's" body being stored? I'm sure we're dealing with some kind of health code violation at this point.

2. What kind of funeral extravaganza are they trying to put on if after 3 weeks they still do not have the funding they need to carry it out?

3. At what point do we hang up the posterboard and spend they day punching a timeclock to cover these "funeral" costs?

I'm just saying.... it all seems a teeny bit fishy to me.

I had completely forgotten about this whole event until this weekend, while driving to Target, I saw the same individuals with the same posterboard signs that included "Donations for Aunt Rita and her battle with Leukemia".

Call me heartless, but I kept my dollar.

9 Months!

Our big bug! He is 9 months old now... where does time go? He has developed quite a funny little personality and I simply adore every move he makes.

New things... He started WALKING! He is a little weeble -wobble but he took 7 steps so I am going to count it.

He has discovered that if he wants to play he goes to daddy - who can always make him laugh. If he wants to snuggle he comes to me... to be honest I wouldn't have it any other way.

He loves to play peek-a-boo and loves when I sing "Old MacDonald". He dances. (But he is shy about it). He loves birds... Every morning we leave a few minutes early so we can look for birds. When he hears them or sees them fly he gets excited and laughs - it cracks me up!

He likes to show off and flex his muscles (he must have learned this from his daddy) it's a pretty neat trick. Here's a video... So funny! We love our little Bug-a-boo but if he could slow down a little and not get into EVERYTHING I wouldn't be mad about it! :)