These pictures are not the greatest, but that is mainly because I suck as a photographer. I believe in the point and shoot method. (Shaddup Key, it has nothing to do with Rob going down (with Christina?), or losing his chips. Ahem.

So, anyway. The first picture was taken from my garage, looking over the the right, which is my neighbor's lawn. See that tan strip running up next to the street? That's water. I'm thinking the the culverts weren't working too well. Notice the water on the lawn? That's our front yard, which you can get a better look at in the next picture, even though it's a bit dark. Notice the tan strip? In continues all the way across the front yard. The third picture is a view from the left of my garage. There's that tan strip again. It continued all the way down to the end of the street.

Today was alot better, although it was cold. Most of the water dried up in our yard over night. It's like that here. Guess it just needed time to soak up.

On another topic, I was puttering around a couple of sites while my children were busy trying to annihilate one another right at my feet, and came across this little ditty by Eric over at Straight White Guy. Needless to say, I turned down the heat in the house because it was all of a sudden getting hot in here. I wish he would have warned me about that post. I am old. Not dead. But I really wanted (needed) a cigarrete after that one. "Mommy, why is your face red? Are you embarrassed about something?" "No honey, not at all. It's just a bit warm in here. Could you please turn on the ceiling fan?"

I wandered over to Kim's in which he was talking about Girl Scout cookies. What the heck is a Tagalong? I mean, I'm so all over the Thin Mints (I hide them from my family, behind the chicken in the freezer) but I've never heard of those. I don't want to be missing out on anything.

Speaking of Girl Scouts, have you checked out this post by my lesser half? Go ahead and take a look. Leave him a comment to let him know you stopped by.

It's interesting to read different blogs. I've got all types on my blogroll, all of them good. I like a variety. I've been reading all of the contreversy about bloggers lately. It's amazing to me. I write because I like to. Not because I'm good at it or because I want to be famous. Yes, it's great to have comments, but those I get from my friends, and the occasional drive by. I've made quite a few friends since I've been blogging, and that's good enough for me. I started this blog because it was a good way to keep in contact with my friends and family. I'm bad about emailing. I admit it. I just like to write. I look at it as a way of journaling my everyday life. There is no record, anywhere else (except my mind which is seriously warped) that chronicles my life (adventure?) as a working mother. That captures the everyday achievements of my children, and the fact that even though they generally drive me insane (short drive), they are dayum cute when they are asleep.

I guess I just don't get the whole blogging controversy. Sure, there are some crappy blogs out there, but then why do you bother reading them? Some of us like skins, some don't. Some like a good political debate, some don't. And another thing, the asthetics of your blog have nothing to do with the content. Go figure. To each his own, right?

That's about it for tonight. I really had nothing much to say. I've been writing this post off and on all night, in between being with the girls and doing the normal stuff.

This is a bit off the normal track for me. I can't seem to wrap my mind around a subject and write. Maybe it's the rain.

Oh, and I really think that if men gave any thought at all to understanding women, it really wouldn't be so hard. I mean, it's not rocket science. It seems odd to me they have such a hard time of it.

Any thoughts?