My Boy on the Tractor

Okay, this picture is old...months old. It was taken the first week of March when we had a lot of snow in Southern Maryland. I still think it's a great picture. This is my then 13-year-old (he turned 14 in June) nephew on my Dad's tractor. He drove it over from my Dad's house to push my driveway. I always say "plow", but since it's really not a plow, he informed me that he's "pushing" the snow! I took this standing in the back door of my house while I was watching him. My Mother wants me to print her a large black and white copy to have framed. She wants to display it with a coal drawing she had done of the house in which she grew up.

The Pretty Baby in Her Tiny Hat

This is not a deep post, nor is it a witty one. Just two pictures of my beautiful, chunky butt niece in her tiny, tiny hat. The hat is obviously too small. It was on the arm of a chair at their house and I wondered why it hadn’t been given away. So, I put it on her so we adults could laugh (we’re terrible, I know). Anyway, I thought it made for a couple of cute pictures.

Who is Whale? I'm Getting OLD!

Apparently, I’m old. I’m only 34 (almost 35), but at times I feel really, really old. Like last Thursday.

We have high schoolers working in my building for the summer. The young lady whom I supervise gives me a quote and song of the day every morning. The kids don’t work on Friday, so when she left on Thursday she stuck Friday’s quote and song on my computer monitor. The song was Pretty Girls by Wale. I looked at it and asked, “Whale?” She said, “no, Wah-lay”. I had to laugh at myself because I have no idea who Wale is. I was fairly certain no one had given their child a name that was pronounced Whale, and had to wonder why someone would use Whale as a stage name. Wale is still strange to me, but it’s a whole lot better than “whale”. Sometimes I feel like such a dunce around young people. Who knew being 35 was the same as being 96 when it comes to being hip?