What is this picture? Well, I must admit, I was stalking a blog from a friends site, and the certain blog talked about all the strangers in our photos. Well, a dozen or two people from China have me in their photo. Back in 2006, Neal and I spent some time in Shanghi. We were at this buddhist temple, and there were tons of tour groups. It was funny. Most of them wore matching visors and followed their guide who was holding a flag high in the air. Anyway, there was a group taking photos, and I decided to jump in and wave for the camera. Neal thought I was crazy, but he got a great action shot. Somewhere, some Chinese man is showing his photos to his friends and saying, "Funny, but I don't remember this giant American woman being in our tour group."
Say hello to my little friend, the Chinese Hobit.
Neal likes to call this here photo "Where's Waldo?" Can you find me?
Here's me and my luvah. That was a fun trip.
On another note, the sign twirlers are out again. A couple of times a year, Mattress World hires some homeless-looking dancers to twirl signs at the stop light. I hate it. They are there all day, every day. And they wave at you every time you drive by.
There's no way to avoid them. There's only one way out of my neighborhood, and it goes right by them. There should be another way out of my hood, but for some reason, it's permanently barricaded at the end of the street. It's weird. When the sign twirlers are out, I wish I could "Luke Duke-it" through the barricade, just so I don't have to sit at the insanely long light and find clever ways to avoid the twirlers with my eyes.
I'm enjoying my Abby time. Finally, for the first time since having her, I feel myself returning to normal. I've felt out of sorts since I had her. But now, I'm back in sorts. Which means something is about to happen. . . that's how it always works.
I think part of it has to do with school starting and things quieting down. I love the time I've had to spend with each of my girls one-on-one. I hung with Sarah till Kate was born. Then, when Sarah went off to school shortly after, I hung with Kate. Then, Abby was born just 2 months before Kate started K-garten. It's awesome! I have a friend who insists she can't have another kid unless she has two more, because the older ones are in school, and it's terrible to have one alone all day, too far apart from the sibs. Rubbish I say! It's heavenly! It was just me and the baby at Target. All by ourselves. And she sings, and screams, and smiles at me. Just me. Because everyone else is elsewhere. I love this part.