Three tickets for International HotRod Association Tickets (IHRA) = Rain.All.Effin.Day.

Let’s take a journey back - Michigan International Speedway for the Indy Racing League’s Firestone 400. Rain. Five hour delay.

Last weekend’s NASCAR race. Cancelled. Two days in a row. The day I leave for Chicago, the race starts four hours late. Shortman and Mr. Hot sent me pictures.

Today? Planned for leaving at 10 this morning, picnicing and enjoying being outside. People watching (always fun at these things, and usually good for a story or two). Instead, they’re downstairs playing PS2 Drag Racing, and I’m sitting up here watching black clouds stream by and listening to the grass grow.

Mr. Hot blames the Ann Arbor News. It hasn’t stopped raining since they ran a story about local farmers and the drought. Don’t get me wrong. I love me some fresh fruits and veggies. I’ve spent a fortune on flowers and landscaping and hate to see everything brown and dried up. But why can’t it rain on the weekdays. Weekends for Hotfessionals are supposed to be sunny and rainbows and unicorns and kittens. NOT frogs and watersnakes.

Shortman goes back to school in less than two weeks. He’s fifteen and there aren’t that many more opportunities to have him hang around with his old fart parents.

—- I’m growing moss on my north side. —-

Over the sink - if you look in the mirror, you can see the single window on the other wall - it looks out onto a huge forsythia (that Mr. Hot is threatening to do away with).

The black shelf thingie is over the toilet. The wallpaper is little flowers with a border of English herbs. It’s the “girly” room in the house, but it’s the first room you come to when you come in through the garage.

The sink and toilet. They’ll stay, I’m not getting too crazy with this whole thing. Mostly it’s just the wallpaper that has to go. And yes, the toilet does have one of those wooden seats on it. (shut. up. it came with the house and matches the floor. it does!)

So, I’m trying to figure out colors and shit. I don’t want to replace wallpaper with wallpaper, so, really it’s just the “theme” I’m looking for. Thoughts are welcome.

And did I mention that it’s also the cats’ bathroom?

—- “I’m just staying in this box until she’s done. I hate change. I like the little girly flowers, makes me feel like I’m out in nature. I can come live with you?” —-

Took the Poopy Puppy to the vet for his rabies booster.

He was not happy with me.

I hate you mom. Hate. You make me get shots. I cry.

Stopped at the Farmer’s Market

The reward.

Today, we’re supposed to be at Michigan International Speedway to watch the Indy Racing League

It rains. No racing in the wet. We sit and wait.

—-The first weekend of my vacation? I see naptime in my future. —-

First, we woke up and went to sign the papers to get this. Yes, since I went from a station wagon to a sporty little sedan, we needed something to haul shit around in. This is going to be Shortman’s in a few months.

Then we came home and I went and picked a few tomatoes from the planters. And admired the peppers. Yum.

Then I went to check out the flowers. Here are my black-eyed susans with an interspersing of Russian Sage

And my Silver Wave petunias that I grew from seed!

And my calendula. Also from seed.

Then I looked at my stack of books

Picked one (The Richard Bachman book) and made for this:

With some cranberry juice, ice, and this:

—- Life is good in the Hotfessional household this Saturday. —-

I’m notoriously bad for posting on Saturdays. But I love my blog, and I want other people to love my blog. So, today - and every Saturday through the rest of the summer, I’m going to try to post pictures of Saturday. Maybe only one, maybe several, but I’ll accomplish two things. I’ll post AND I’ll get out with the camera.

However, today I get to cheat. I’m posting pictures from an earlier Saturday. The day that Shortman and Momanddad and I went to see the Blue Angels perform at the airshow at Willow Run airport.

It was HOT. There was no breeze and barely a cloud in the sky. They sold out of umbrellas after an hour. It took us nearly 2 to get out of the parking lot when it was over. It was a spectacular day.

It was so crowded, they had to turn people away.

A staged helicopter rescue. See the guy in red hanging off the rope?

The Blue Angels in formation. They are amazing.

—- If you’re interested in joining me in the Summer Saturday picture posting, leave me a comment. I’ll add a section to my blogroll to point to you. —-