Summer: Cyrus Style

Cyrus isn't an ordinary dog.  He doesn't like to get his feet wet.  He's the only dog I know who doesn't like to touch the grass because it could be (gasp) wet.  He actually prefers to play fetch in the driveway.  If someone does throw his ball or frisbee in the grass, he'll retrieve it and then make a direct straight line for the driveway and trot back on the pavement.  He avoids grass whenever he can.  He doesn't like to be in the sun...or wind, rain, snow, sleet, fog, or humidity.  He prefers to be in a climate-controlled house. With all the hot, hot, (did I mention HOT?) weather we've had lately, we've all been trying to stay cool inside the house enjoying the central air. But, we decided we all could use some fresh air over the weekend. So, we forced Cy to come hang out with us out by the pool. Of course, he had to float in the pool...absolutely no swimming for this dog.  Heaven forbid his feet got wet!

Keaton's Open House Scrapbook

It took a year, but we (well, I mean Matt) patched the wall and repainted the garage where I had hung Keaton's Open House Scrapbook.  This is the official scrapbook...now all neatly bound in a book, ready to go on the shelf.  I decided to create a slide show, add some music to it, and have one final viewing before I tucked it away.  The music is from Beethoven's Symphony No. 7...one of Keaton's favorites when he was little.  He used to climb on a chair, wave a drumstick around (the musical kind, not the chicken kind) and pretend he was conducting the orchestra.  I miss those days...before he loved hip hop music, dawg.

Summer

Summer is here...finally.  I took my first dip in the pool on July 2.  Let me rephrase that...I got in the pool to clean it on July 2.  Then, I got a little sunburned.  I usually don't burn, so I was pretty surprised to see burn lines from my suit straps.  Later, I was even more surprised to find I had a burn on top of a burn that must have happened while I took off my straps.  Who knew you could get a burn on top of a burn?  It's a good thing I'm not European and go topless!

We headed up to the Hart/Mears area to celebrate Matt's parents' 50th wedding anniversary last weekend.  We enjoyed a day with the family on the beach.  I tried to enjoy the shade since I really didn't want a burn x 3.  So, last week while I was patiently waiting for my skin to heal and bronze, I made mini scrapbooks for Matt's people.  This got me in the mood to scrapbook, so I spent today sorting papers and neatly filing them away in bins...also neatly labeled.  Keaton thinks I'm going to end up on that show, Hoarders.  The only thing I save are papers and mementos for the scrapbooks.  They're all neatly stacked and labeled in plastic bins.  When I finish a scrapbook, I then go through the appropriate bin, select what stuff I want to include in the book, and then recycle all the rest.  I'm so NOT a hoarder.  I have no problem throwing things out.  I guess I'm an anti-hoarder.  Matt, on the other hand, saves EVERYTHING and then some.  I've begun to call him Sanford because he thinks he can find a use for everything...including things I throw away.  All I can say is that Keaton better be very careful of what he thinks or says about me.  I can always put naked baby pictures in his scrapbooks and then share his books with all his friends.