Got Butter?

This picture cracks me up!  Paula Deen would be proud.

J was in charge of distributing the butter for dipping crab legs at our Christmas Eve feast.  This is what happens when I let him loose with 2 cups of it…

One Step Up from Garden Gnomes

Big Red arrived home to a deer in the headlights on Monday night.  Literally.  There was a concrete doe nestled in the grass beside his mailbox.

Upon closer inspection, several more tacky lawn ornaments were discovered in his yard with a pair of bunnies taking center stage in the front island.

After confirming that his parents had not gifted him with such beat up presents, Big Red called us up asking if we knew anything about his new friends.  I had no clue what he was talking about so I went over to check things out.  It was pretty darn funny to see such charming and cutesy lawn ornaments in a single, straight man’s yard.  After a good laugh at the obvious practical joke I assured Big Red that we had nothing to do with it.  Big Red then went on to fret about who could have possibly done such a thing and would he be offending someone when he threw them away if an elderly neighbor had actually put them there with the kindest of intentions.  I highly doubted that Mrs. D next door saw him as a garden statue charity case and suggested that he question Ricardo the next morning.

Sure enough, Ricardo (a fellow lawn care business owner) was the culprit.  He was doing a job for someone who was getting rid of the animals and instead of throwing them out decided to put them to good use in a practical joke.  Well played, Ricardo!  Well played 🙂

Evolution of a Family Portrait

In true first-month-of-preschool fashion, Cutie Pie’s teacher is doing a lesson about families.  She requested that we send in a family picture to use on their classroom bulletin board.  It’s been a while since we’ve taken a family picture so I decided to gather the troops for a little photo session out by the pool last Thursday.  We had the camera positioned on the tripod, the kids were relatively clean and awake, J and I were looking pretty decent- perfect!

Kind of…

After setting the self-timer on camera, I hurdled myself over the tripod, pool railing and patio furniture to join my crew.  Cutie Pie decided to be a lump and would not move.  Somehow I managed to scrape his toe on the pavers while trying to pick him up.  The result was a less than fabulous family portrait.  Cutie Pie was sobbing, J was trying not to laugh, I had an overcompensating grin and Wildman had his eyes closed…

The second take wasn’t much better since Cutie Pie was still pissed about the toe and I have my hair blowing in my face…

The third take resulted in a keeper.  It’s not perfect but it was good enough for the preschool family tree!  Don’t you love my wind-blown model hair?  LOL!

Wordless Wednesday

Touch Tank at the Library

The Riverwalk Nature Center set up a small touch tank at the library last week.  Thinking it was going to be fun for the kiddos, we headed over to check it out.  While the presentation was very informative, the representative from the nature center did not adjust her speech for her audience.  Most of the children were between 4- and 10-years-old.  The talk was geared more toward a high school or adult audience.  The children were naturally a bit bored and fidgety.

By the time the children were asked to line up for the touch tank, Wildman had been reduced to behaving like this…

Flashback Friday

For your amusement, I thought I’d post one of my Glamour Shots-esque senior photos.  I have a very similar one in blue- blue boa, blue backdrop.  There’s also one where they stuffed the stem of a rose in my armpit.  I cannot find that one or the blue one to save my life.  Darn!

I’m pretty sure this photo was taken the summer before my senior year began.  So, welcome to the summer 1993!  I was 17-years-old here.  Notice how I’m slyly smiling just enough to make it look somewhat sincere but not enough to show my braces.  I believe those huge gold earrings are clip-ons that I borrowed from my mother.

Ha!

Stuck at Cantina Dos Amigos

Wildman was tasked with writing an original short story over Spring Break.  He had to write about an experience, person, place or thing he knew about.  A non-fiction book, if you will.  Each student was supposed to write the story at the top of the page (doing their best to sound out and spell the words), draw an illustration in the middle and the parents were to type the text at the bottom.  Wildman chose to write about the night my car battery died while we were out to dinner 🙂  Without further ado, here is his creation!

Warning: LOTS of pictures!!!

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