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Rebecca had a good 4th of July this year, even though Little Caesar's was closed for the holiday. I was pissed to no end when I saw that. Most businesses in our strip mall were open, but not them. Where do they get off? I had to drive down to the gas station for some pizza during my lunch break.
Josh and I both worked most of the day, which I really didn't mind (we were pretty steady, and it didn't feel like a holiday). After he got off, we drove to the park to go swinging, and even though swinging tends to make me nauseous lately, it didn't this time. We had the park all to ourselves, and we kept flinging our shoes off our feet to see whose shoe went the farthest (Josh won). When it got darker, we drove down to the lake to watch the fireworks. Josh got hold of my camera while we were waiting for the show to start, and he kinda went crazy taking pictures. I had made a playlist of good 4th of July songs on my iPod - Born in the USA, Firework, Party in the USA, Saturday in the Park - and made him listen to it.
Me eating Lay's potato chips in Josh's car. I brought a bag and munched on them all evening. I have an incurable addiction to junk food.
Josh found it necessary to make obscene faces for the camera. He cracks me up. Notice all Maggie's rubber bands on my wrist.
The fireworks show was spectacular, even though it was short and traffic was impossible afterwards. Also, year after year, they always close with "Stars and Stripes Forever," which irks me. I hate that song! There are so many better songs about America out there. Between waking up early and staying out late, I was exhausted when I finally got home. I could barely even summon the energy to walk Sable, and I came as close as I've ever been to pulling a Sara by falling asleep in the bathtub.
Inventory at work this weekend. Blegh!
Rebecca is all wheezy again.
Jul. 7th, 2009 02:12 pmLater on I went for a bike ride with Eva and Uncle John, who opted to ride Eva's old pink, sparkly bike. It was straight out of The Goonies, especially when we passed a group of teenage boys on bikes. Random boy (sarcastically): "Nice bike, man!" Uncle John (proudly): "Thank you!" That night, we climbed up on their roof to watch the fireworks. Eva clambered right up the ladder like a monkey, while I went up one rung at a time, shaking and asking someone to hold the ladder. I have the same problem going down steep staircases.
In other news, the recession really is hitting everywhere, including the can-collecting sector. I brought in several bags last week, only to discover that the recycling company I sell them to has lowered their price from fifty to thirty cents a pound. I've started collecting cans in earnest again to make up for it. My goal is to turn thrown-out cans and spare change into things I want.
I've decided to make rice krispy treats, decorated to look like little American flags. I'm looking up the recipe in another window right now, and this afternoon, I'll be bringing them to a hamburger cook-out with CJ & Company. I hope they turn out well. I haven't had home-made rice krispy treats in forever. I was (I think) in elementary school when they started being sold in stores, and after that, my mom never made another batch. The store-bought ones are good, but they can't compare to home-made, which I remember being a lot more moist and buttery. Mmmm....
Speaking of which, I really, really hate the commercials for rice krispy cereal. You know the ones: they're all shot in black-and-white, with a soft-focus lens, and feature a mom and her kids, and they're so nauseating that I change the channel whenever one comes on. When I told Sara I would be making rice krispy treats, she said, "I'll get the tripod and the black-and-white film." Haha.
I've been hearing the song "Saturday in the Park" a lot on the radio this week. (That, and every song Michael Jackson ever did. I asked Sara yesterday, "How long do you think it'll be before they stop talking about him?") Anyway, it came on the radio at work yesterday, and I started singing along and asking EJ and Sally, "Can you dig it?" They just stared at me.
I put on the CD of Americana songs that I made to take to France. (I thought I could use it in a lesson about something. Never did.) I love the song "My Country, 'Tis of Thee," especially the second verse. I think it should be our national anthem, rather than "The Star-Spangled Banner," which nobody likes or knows the words to, and which there is a strong movement to replace.
Today I went on a very long bike ride downtown and around the lake. I got there just in time to see the sun set over the water, which was beautiful. I'm still collecting cans, so I brought a shopping bag along, because I figured there would be a lot of cans on the ground from last night. There were, but not nearly as many as I had expected. I guess most people actually do use trash cans. Who knew?
I am determined to really start putting more energy into finding a job. I once heard on the John Tesh radio show that when you're unemployed, finding a job is your job. You have to put time into it every day if you want to succeed. (This is why Adam will probably never find a job.)
P.S. Just curious, but is anyone else interested in seeing Abigail Breslin's new movie Kit Kittredge? I adore her, and it's gotten some pretty good reviews. I'm not planning to see it in theaters (cause, you know, I'm broke) but I definitely want to see it after it's released on DVD.
