May 26, 2012

  • I need help.

    Now if I said that to the boys, I would have to endure endless snide remarks from both of them.  The thing is that I cannot figure out how to post pictures to a weblog entry.  I don't want to make an album.  I want to post pictures.  How else will I be able to share thousands of pictures of my cats to the world???  (Intentionally sounding like crazy cat lady just for the fun of it.)

    I used to know how to do it on my old computer.  Then a few years ago Matt decided I needed an Apple computer where everything is built into the monitor.  I miss the old days of resting my feet on the tower thingy under the table.  And knowing how to put pictures on my weblog.  I've tried everything.  I hate technology.  I want a dinosaur and a stone tablet.  Okay, done venting.

    I can't wait until it gets dark tonight!  My deck is done and looks amazing.  Spent the day putting all of my solar lights out except for 6.  Have to see what it looks like tonight with 27 solar lights around my yard.  Fortunately, it was one of those rare sunny days here so they are all charged up.  I have 16 lights on my deck.  And the rest are the stake solar lights.  I got real creative and put the two fairy lights in the middle of plants so it looks like they are peeking out.  The hummingbird lights look like they are getting nectar from my plants and flowers.  When the boys saw how many lights I had been accumulating, they started teasing me that the pilots on the planes that go over the house would start complaining.  Matt even showed me a picture he took of the house the last time he flew to San Francisco.  Yup, there was my backyard.

    Sam worked all day yesterday at the breakfast bar setting up his new guitar pedal board for his gig last night.  They played downtown and I guess there were about 300 people there.  His set up is getting quite impressive.  My favorite pedal is the one that he only uses at home so far.  It makes his guitar sound exactly like a huge pipe organ!  I always picture him as Captain Davy Jones from the "Pirates" movies playing his guitar in his room with his chin tentacles.  He knows several classical pieces that he plays for me when he uses it.

    Sam has reached the same point I have-we are waiting until Monday when Matt leaves for Nashville for 2 weeks.  We want our house chaos-free.  "Mandie" has a way of taking over the house and we are so tired of it.  They take up the parking places in front of the house.  Sam has tons of equipment he loads and unloads for his practices and gigs.  (I'm assistant roadie and do door duty when he is loading and unloading.)  They are loud when they fight.  There is always something going on that they end up involving me in.

    No wonder sleep is illusive for me.

    I'm tracking box office all weekend to see if "MIB 3" knocks "Avengers" out of first place.  I'm going to see "MIB" one day next week.  Who knows?  I may also see "Avengers" for the 3rd time.  I've also locked in 3 Oscar predictions for movies that haven't even been released but know they will be in the 8 that make it for Best Picture.

    Two more hours of daylight and then I get to see what the backyard looks like!

     

    Matt and I went to shoot pool for a couple of hours early in the evening.  For Sam's birthday we got him a beautiful cue that we are both very envious of.  We each want to buy one for ourselves, but can't justify spending that much money right now.  I have a rocking chair fund going for the grandson-have to be able to rock him when he comes to see me-and toy with the idea that I can get a pool cue and rock back and forth in a stationary chair holding him.  Then I feel like a bad grandma-to-be.

    When Matt and I were playing pool, a couple of guys walked in the bar and started staring at him.  Finally they came over and asked if he was the photographer who shot the band with the guys on fire.  Its always kind of weird but yet I feel proud when I'm somewhere with the boys and they get recognized.  Sam isn't as well known as Matt yet, but he is getting there.  Matt has autographed things for people (camera equipment, ads he's shot in magazines), but atleast Sam gets a discount at his favorite fast food restaurant.  Everyone who works there are huge fans of his band.