I know! I had only ever seen the plain yellow ones, and then someone else posted a picture a couple of weeks ago of a 2 color one, and I didn't know they existed. Then I was out on my walk and I saw these and I HAD to take a picture because they were so striking!
My mom came from an athletic family. Her brother played basketball and was able to play in college. My mom played volleyball and basketball through a community program, since womens sports weren't a "thing" yet when she was in school. (She graduated in the 50s) It drove her nuts that neither my brother nor I were athletic. I remember her complaining that she could "run forever" without getting tired when we were in school and we would get winded while we were playing in our back yard. She had a volleyball and net that she'd set up and we'd play and she would get frustrated with us. But we just didn't have the opportunities. There were no clubs or organizations outside of the school, and school sports didn't start until at least 7th grade, with the exception of little league in the Summer and those few times they tried to offer something different through the rec center and it just never took off. But I always preferred to stay indoors. I just don't have the coordination for most sports and it's really no fun if you are bad at it. It's not fun to lose every time, or to always get picked last in P.E., or to sit on the bench through the whole game and only get to play for 30 seconds, IF the coach even bothers to put you in. I was never an athlete. A enjoys sports and loves P.E., but didn't enjoy team sports so much because he was not good compared to all the other kids. In his school, he's fine, and we've got him in tennis now....he does well in sports that have a team component, but are actually individual. He's loving tennis. It's expensive, but it's good for him. E has zero interest in any sports.
Your neighbor sounds like a Karen! What authority does she have to tell them they have to stop working immediately? I would think that as long as they are following laws about not making too much noise at certain times, they'd be ok.Good morning,
I'm not sure how I did it, but I got in a workout last night. We had gone out for my husband's 50th birthday meal earlier in the day (since softball, work and school would make it impossible to celebrate on or closer to the day). We went to a Brazilian steakhouse and I tried to focus really heavily on the meat. By the time we got home, I slept for several hours from all of it. Still, it was sooooooooooo good! Eventually, I biked for 45 minutes (about 14.5 miles), did about 10-15 minutes of leg work, and then some planking for my core. I may go for a walk later. Pollen is finally calming down here and it would be nice to get out. We'll see. It might be more gym time.
I also need to do more cake work. I decided to do a Dr. Who theme and I've begun work on the decorative elements.
EDIT- Holy cow! Maybe you remember how our neighbors complained to our HOA about our approved construction debris bin? So, you'd think they would want us to keep a nice yard if they're so concerned about the appearance of said construction debris, right? We just hired some lawn guys, because we haven't had much time to work on the yard. The wife comes outside while they are finishing up, screamed at them that they were creating too much dust and had to stop immediately. So, we can't have an unsightly construction debris bin, but our yard guys also can't do their job to help with the upkeep of our yard. It also wasn't crack of dawn either...like 10:30-11am-ish.
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I'm not sure how I did it, but I got in a workout last night. We had gone out for my husband's 50th birthday meal earlier in the day (since softball, work and school would make it impossible to celebrate on or closer to the day). We went to a Brazilian steakhouse and I tried to focus really heavily on the meat. By the time we got home, I slept for several hours from all of it. Still, it was sooooooooooo good! Eventually, I biked for 45 minutes (about 14.5 miles), did about 10-15 minutes of leg work, and then some planking for my core. I may go for a walk later. Pollen is finally calming down here and it would be nice to get out. We'll see. It might be more gym time.
I also need to do more cake work. I decided to do a Dr. Who theme and I've begun work on the decorative elements.
EDIT- Holy cow! Maybe you remember how our neighbors complained to our HOA about our approved construction debris bin? So, you'd think they would want us to keep a nice yard if they're so concerned about the appearance of said construction debris, right? We just hired some lawn guys, because we haven't had much time to work on the yard. The wife comes outside while they are finishing up, screamed at them that they were creating too much dust and had to stop immediately. So, we can't have an unsightly construction debris bin, but our yard guys also can't do their job to help with the upkeep of our yard. It also wasn't crack of dawn either...like 10:30-11am-ish.
It's kind of weird....my mom was really overprotective in most things, but in other ways not at all. Like...she was furious with me on my first day of kindergarten because we had to walk, and my brother pointed to some teen boy across the street and told me he saw the kid had a huge knife and he heard the kid liked kindergarteners or some nonsense....he was trying to scare me. But being 5 and naive, I didn't realize that. I ran back to the house scared to death and my mom had to take time out of her busy day to walk me to school and explain why I was late. I would never have let my kids walk to school by themselves at that age and I have to wonder what my mom was thinking, especially being angry just because I was scared. But then in other things she was soooooo over protective. I was the only 17 year old who had to be home before it got dark, which meant 5:00 in the winter. The exceptions were school events like games or dances, but then I had to call my mom within 10 minutes of that event being over to come pick me up, or once I could drive, I had to be home 10 minutes after she started seeing cars leaving the parking lot. (Small town....you could see the school from our house) OR if I was with my brother it was ok. But I wasn't allowed to wear makeup, I wasn't allowed to date....when I was 17 I could go out in a group of friends that included boys, but it couldn't always be the same boys. (Not that any boys would have been caught dead hanging out with me.) I wasn't allowed to peg-leg my pants, wear stonewash jeans, or leather jackets, and nothing with fringe. (Fringe is for prostitutes) And no mall hair. She was exremely strict with my clothing and hair, and my social contacts, but then let me walk to school alone when I was 5? It makes no sense.
Were the boots you had white? When I was in 5th grade, the swing choir had these kind of cowboy outfits...a button down western shirt, and the boys wore pants and the girls wore white skirts, and they wore white boots with fringe. Oh I wanted those boots sooooo much, and my mother commented that the good thing about me not making swing choir that year was that at least she didn't have to get those prostitute boots for me. Joke was on her, because I made it in 6th grade and then the uniform was lycra pants (basically leggings) and a white button down tuxedo shirt and cumberbund. She thought those pants were too tight, and that shirts should not hang out, but be tucked in. She thought it was ridiculous and provocative, but that was the uniform.
Were the boots you had white? When I was in 5th grade, the swing choir had these kind of cowboy outfits...a button down western shirt, and the boys wore pants and the girls wore white skirts, and they wore white boots with fringe. Oh I wanted those boots sooooo much, and my mother commented that the good thing about me not making swing choir that year was that at least she didn't have to get those prostitute boots for me. Joke was on her, because I made it in 6th grade and then the uniform was lycra pants (basically leggings) and a white button down tuxedo shirt and cumberbund. She thought those pants were too tight, and that shirts should not hang out, but be tucked in. She thought it was ridiculous and provocative, but that was the uniform.
That's my brother next to the blonde girl in the first picture, and me on the left in the 2nd picture.View attachment 548753View attachment 548754
The boots were like these, if I remember correctly, and I wanted them soooo badly, but mom thought they were hooker boots.
And she thought our outfits with the cumberbunds were provocative because the pants were tight.
Oh I would have loved that skirt, but I wouldn't have been allowed to wear it. My mom would have thought it looked ridiculous. That's why I wasn't allowed to peg-leg my jeans. She thought it looked ugly. Same with the stonewash jeans....she didn't like the marbly white on them. And the mall hair. But leather and fringe were for prostitues. She wasn't happy when I bought a suede-look jacket in college, but she couldn't do much about it. The style when I was in about 5th grade was these short, full skirts with biker shorts underneath, and they were attached....it wasn't a skirt and short leggings combo. It was sewn together and I SO wanted one of those....I loved them. But my mom thought it looked stupid, so I couldn't get one. I also remember a lace dress that was really popular around Easter one year. THey had it in several pastel colors and all the "cool" girls had them, but mom didn't like it.
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I love the cake! I think it looks great. I've only seen snippets of Dr. Who, but my husband watched it, and my daughter watched for a while.I haven't worked out in two days. I my defense, I've had a ton of cake work in prep for my husband's bday. Tuesday night was officially baking night, but I only have one large square pan and the cake in it didn't cool fast enough for me to take it out of the pan and bake another. So, I was baking through part of my work day yesterday and then had hours of cake work after work and batting practice. I had to make filling, frosting, stack and crumb coat, fondant and supports and then all of the final decorating touches. Like most cakes, it's never exactly as I envisioned it and there are some finer details that just didn't go as planned (like my Dalek that look like Jabba the Hutt), but this is my husband's Dr. Who birthday cake. The Tardis mold I was using also only covered 2 sides, so it's not a faithful representation of the Tardis, but it's not awful either. I used the molds that I bought for the hot cocoa bombs to make planets...since the cake is supposed to represent the Dr. escaping from the destruction of his home planet and the threats that await him out in space....well, that and that he's a time lord who is timeless. Figure it went well for a milestone bday.
In car news, I started working with the closer yesterday. If all goes well, I might be car shopping later on next week. I'm just so ready to move on from this VW. I guess it could be much worse. I know so many people who have had vehicle issues who have had to fight with the maker...some of which have been unsuccessful. So, I should be thankful that while this takes a while, nobody is fighting me or questioning that this is a lemon. I should also be thankful that I've had a complimentary loaner this whole time.
The people who lived here before us planted a bunch of daffodils, tulips and hyacinths. I have some plain yellow daffodils and some miniature ones that are too cute. But, they are mostly past their prime now. Boo. 
