I hate trying to come up with something to eat for lunch. I’m normally just getting a work groove going when that time comes around, and I hate having to stop everything I’m doing to either cook a whole meal, or scrounge for a piece of string cheese and a handful of crackers.

When there is actually good food waiting for me? Hot dog! I love it.

Down low in a tree right at eye level at my in-laws house, I found this sweet little mama dove and her babies. She let me get so close to her I couldn’t believe it, snapping pictures away while moving as slowly and steadily as I could.

Wook at da widdle babies! And look at how regal they’ll grow up to become.

**Things might get a little wonky around here today. I’m making some long overdue changes and I’m kind of a “figure it out as I go” kind of gal. Everybody hang on tight for the ride.**

The swag you get at BlogHer is pretty legendary. I brought an extra suitcase and I filled the whole thing right up. But I think my favorite gift was from the hotel I stayed at. As I was heading out to the conference Friday morning, a cute girl from The Omni handed me a sack lunch, “Just like mom used to make.”

Including the love note.

The thing I miss the very most about my San Diego house is my lemon tree and herb garden. I keep wanting to believe that we won’t be renting long enough to put plants in, but I also don’t want to miss out on all those growing years while I’m ignoring reality. So I got myself this sweet little lemon tree to grow on my porch. Maybe I’ll see some fruit to tide me over until I can have my orchard.

Pete Holmes would not trust me, because I have the biggest sweet tooth ever. I went to the dollar store and they had all kinds of interesting things to try. I love these lemonhead candies, they’re like really great sour jellybeans.

I think ceiling fans are so ugly, but right now I am obscenely grateful for them. It is hot.

This is such an easy one, but the love I have for my Netflix Instant Streaming is deep and abiding. It has been my companion in my moping, my refuge from the heat, my haven from endless Sesame Street reruns. Our love is pure and true.

Somebody take this bowl away from me. It was full when I started.

This little guy is going to make me eat cherries like they’re vitamins. The only bad thing about cherries is dealing with the pits, and now I can get rid of those as fast as I can shove them in my mouth. I only went and bought this because I was going to be canning nearly 20 lbs of cherries, and that much food makes a specialty utensil like this suddenly very practical. But now that I have it? I think everybody needs one.

When things need to be put away upstairs and I don’t feel like going there, I have a habit of just setting things on the stairs so I can take them up on my next trip.

I did that a little while ago with my quilting ruler, only to have Bear step on it and snap it right in half.

It was actually a hilarious moment because he called to me as he started coming down the stairs to tell me about something thoughtful he’d done, but instead what I saw was, “Tresa! I just want to call your attention to….” SNAP.

For a second it totally looked like he wanted me to watch him break my things!

I finally went out to pick up a new ruler, but buying a whole new kit with a self-healing mat and rotary cutter was only a little bit more, so I splurged. Plus, look! It’s green and teal! How could I resist?