Something new

My new lens from B&H Photo came in the mail today. I bought the Nikon 70-300mm lens that I’ve been wanting. I’ve been using a Quantaray 70-300mm and it’s always been ok. But I couldn’t pass this up. And best of all, it only cost me $19.

You see, B&H was having a sale for affiliates and the lens was priced to us at $119. So I used the gift card I’d won last December in one of Pioneer Woman’s photo assignments and I got the lens for a steal.

I tried it out in the yard tonight while my husband was watering the garden.

Well, hello my lovely.

Hello, mommy.

George, have I told you lately how photogenic you are?

George?

A baby cantaloupe grows along the garden fence.

I don’t think there’s any chance of me stepping on this. What do you think?

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After work today, I went to Hoitytoityville to get my hair done. I was going to let it go, but it really needed a cut (and a little color), and besides ~ my niece pretty much made my mind up for me over the past weekend.

We had been playing in the pool for awhile, and as we were taking a breather, floating on the water in the bright sunshine, she looked at me and said, “Aunt Katy, why are a lot of your hairs all grey-looking?”

I told her it was because I was ever so much more than twenty.

She thought for a second, then asked, “Then how old are you, Aunt Katy?”

I told her I was 53. And the way her eyes became the size of saucers, I knew I’d perhaps scared her a little bit. She said, “But . . . but . . . but you like to play!”

I took this as a high compliment and told her I hope I still like to play when I’m 73. And then I showed her how to swim like a mermaid.

I’m ashamed to say that this was my dinner tonight. My husband had already eaten by the time I got home, and I was hungry so I made this real quick. Although it was a healthy hot dog (as far as they go), and the salsa was freshly made {recipe here}, I wouldn’t exactly call this a healthy meal.

It’s certainly not the kind of meal a mermaid would eat.

Until tomorrow, my friends . . .