In the Good Ol' Summertime ...

According to the Farmer's Almanac, the first day of summer is approximately 19 days away. If you live in Arizona, however, the first day of summer was approximately 19 days ago. Well it felt like it. We're in the triple digits here, and have been for quite some time. Which is okay. You've heard the jokes "it's a dry heat" ... blah, blah, blah., well it is. Granted, sometimes it feels like you've just opened the oven door on your face when you step outside, but it's a dry heat. There's no humidity, you're not dripping with sweat before you hit the driveway, and we have a pool. BIG BONUS. But even without the temps, it feels like summer. Obviously Cam's out of school, but there's more to it. The temps are perfect in the morning when we wake up about 80 degrees or so, we have our ice-cream for dessert, it doesn't get dark until at least 8:30 or so, and we can swim in the pool after dinner or go for a bike ride. Even though it's still almost 100 degrees or so, the sun isn't shining down on you so it isn't as bad. And you guys wonder why we freeze our you-know-whats off when we head back to the Pacific NW and temps of 60. Geez - that's sweater weather. Anyway, it's pretty laid back. But isn't that what summer is for? Life is pretty good.

Cam started skate camp yesterday and is having a great time. He woke up quite a bit earlier than he needed to yesterday because he was so excited. Of course it's NEVER like that on a school morning. And in fact, he actually has to get up earlier than he would on a school day for camp, but I guess there's just something about "having" to get out of bed when you know you're gonna do something fun. Kind of how I feel every morning when I get up for work. Hmmph. Honestly, there's just a whole lotta nothing going on. For once. We spent the weekend swimming and running a few errands, and swimming some more. The boat took a backseat to the Cleveland-Orlando game on Saturday. Boy was that a mistake. We've got a couple of Cav fans here, and it was tough. Not to mention we were pulling for the Nuggets. Needless to say, we could care less about watching the games. I would prefer not to see Mr. Bryant get another ring, but whatever. And ... that's it. But it's only Tuesday, and things could change. I'm just gonna keep my fingers crossed that the only action the rest of the week produces is more swimming. And maybe more ice-cream. Even if we do have only 57 seconds before it melts and hits the ground.

Out of the Mouth of ... Cameron

Sunday afternoon the phone rings, Bryan answers it downstairs and tells Cam to run it up to me. He hands it to me and waits. The caller was from University Finder or something of the sort and wanted to help me find the perfect school to continue my education. Ha. I politely told her that I recently finished my Masters and was not interested. Hung up the phone, and handed it back to Cameron. He's standing there and asks, "Did they want you to get your Dockers?" I am trying my hardest not to crack a smile, but rather agree. "Yep, I think they were wanting me to go back for my Dockers."

Later the same day, we're watching HGTV (our new family favorite channel) and a commercial for Proactiv comes on. Cameron turns to me and says, "Is that a 'Difficult Pimple' on your chin?"

Why yes it is son. Thank you for pointing it out and reminding me. "You should order some of this stuff. They have a website."