Picture This

Inspired by Gibby over at LOST in Suburban Bliss, I took this picture a couple weeks ago, where my car bakes outside the garage, where my husband’s car basks in the coolness.

Welcome to Hell.  But at least there's no humidity.

Welcome to Hell. But at least there's no humidity.

I took this after five minutes of driving to my parents’ house.  I think we found the solution to global warming.  Now if the governments of the world would just pay for gas, car upkeep, and time, I’ll be happy to drive around, cooling the earth.  Don’t thank me; just build many statues in my honor and pay me a comfortable salary when I erase a hundred years of warming.

Wow.  Now it's so much cooler.  Almost enjoyable.

Wow. Now it's so much cooler. Almost enjoyable.

So, Gibby, a 100?  I feel so sorry for you.

 

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I like it hot, hot, hot

Me: Ah, it’s nice and cool in the shade.

Evan: I like it in the hot sun because I like hot, spicy things because I like red and yellow.

 

We’ll see how much you like the hot sun when it’s 112 degrees out, little dude.

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We have moved

We have moved

        From a house with lush grass and beautiful trees to a house with rocks and cactus.

 

We have moved

        From a five bedroom house to a three bedroom house.

 

We have moved

        From a house with large bedrooms to a house my husband and my father were unsure the bunk beds would fit in the room.

 

We have moved

        From a house with a pool, a large patio, and a grassy lawn to a house with a backyard that could fit into the living room.

 

We have moved

        From a house with a giant kitchen to a house with a kitchen that just may be smaller than my college apartment’s kitchen.

 

We have moved

        From a house with a pantry to make chef’s cry to a linen-closet-sized pantry.

 

We have moved

        From a house with large dining, living, and family rooms to a house that you have to pick one or the other.

 

We have moved

        From a house that made my father whistle the “Leave It To Beaver” theme song to the stereotypical Southwest home.

 

We have moved

        From a house with a huge three car garage to a house that maybe two cars could fit in.

 

We have moved

        From a house with two working fridges to a house with a working ice chest.

 

We have moved

        From a house with a disbanded association to a gated community.

 

We have moved

        From a house in the middle of neighborhoods to a house close to all kinds of stores and restaurants.

 

We have moved

        From a house that the closest friends were fifteen minutes away without traffic and no family to a house where Grandma and Papi are five minutes away or less.

 

We have moved

        From a house where the park was five minutes away to a house where the park is in walking distance.

 

We have moved

        To a house where you could count the stars from one where you can’t.

 

We have moved.

I hope to catch up with you all soon.

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