Waking up is hard to do.

This morning I was really struggling to wake up. It was one of those mornings when you feel like the sunlight in your room must, must be moonlight. I just couldn't get my eyes open. Then I started getting subliminal messages from my clock radio (set to the news in the mornings)

6:15

".....can't do it alone. Need the assistance of China, India,.."

so I hit snooze.

6:23

"...the entire G20 is going to have to cooperate on this...."

Well. There's hardly room in my house for the entire G20.

snooze.

6:31

"...responsible for the financial meltdown..."

Whoa whoa whoa!

You're right, clock. I guess I should get up and go to work. Sigh. How about some nice music tomorrow morning, ok?

Birthday Camping

I had a sort of big birthday last week. To celebrate, I wanted to invent a time machine. But that didn't work out. The next thing on my list was CAMPING! I know, I know. I don't seem like someone who enjoys camping. Or living outdoors for months at a time. Or sleeping on the ground. But I really do.

Rob obliged and took me to the Chiricahua mountains for a lovely weekend. We brought along our new favorite toy, "The Mansion". The mansion is the largest tent ever. We luv it. We have both spent a lot of time camping and backpacking in teeny tiny tents, and we have a great time, but now that I've hit the big 3-0, we felt it was time for...a different kind of camping.
Mansion camping. This sucker is sooooo big you could easily fit four people inside along with their stuff. We figured we should just admit to ourselves that we mostly car camp, and we should embrace it. Chairs, tableclothes, cards, frisbees, giant coolers, and The Mansion.
We grilled out a birthday dinner of spicy chicken tacos.
And I played in the creek some.
When we got home, Rob baked(!) this gorgeous birthday cake. This is his first cake ever. Isn't it perfect? It tasted every bit as good as it looks.