We were lucky enough to experience some glorious weather earlier this week, and the girls took advantage of being outside without having to wear any coats or gloves. How should they have spent this precious time? Why, by reading stories to the Hound while hanging out in their fort, of course.
Happy Friday. (Friday the 13th, that is.)
I (oops, I mean the Browns) lost.
Hubs (oops, I mean the Bears) won.
Dammit.
Still I chant (although a little hoarsely)...GO BROWNS.
sigh...
Happy Friday.
I love that my kid calls hand sanitizer
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hanitizer.
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Really, life is short. Why mess with unnecessary syllables?
Happy Friday.
The hole in the side of our house, courtesy of our woodpecker,
stuffed with our quick-fix, a piece of foil.
Yeah (pulls up waistband and sniffs), we're handy like that...
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Happy Friday.
Recently we hired a crew to hang the drywall in our basement. When lunchtime rolled around, I assumed they had left to grab something to eat.
Then I found this in our garage:
Why go out to lunch when you can bring your own microwave and use our extension cord to plug it in?
You'd think they would have at least offered me a taste. Wonder what they made? But then again, would you eat anything that came from this particular microwave? It took all I had not to wipe it down with a Clorox wipe.
Happy Friday.
The mornings have been chilly this week, much to Poonch's dismay. However, there is someone else in our family who will be sad to see the warm weather go.
Happy Friday.
Today? Lunch is Kraft Mac-n-Cheese back in rainy, dreary Illinois. Sigh... Happy Friday.
Happy Friday.
Happy Friday. And more importantly, remember 9/11. This picture is in sharp contrast to those horrific pictures we saw on this day 8 years ago, wouldn't you say?
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(note: forgive me for not commenting in the past week or so, I have been crazy busy. hopefully I will get back to my regular routine soon...)
I tried to write a caption for this, but was completely flummoxed. Feel free to give it a try...
Happy Friday.
Without turning back, my "baby" left me and headed off to Kindergarten. That's a good thing, right?
Happy Friday.
The quality of this photo is crap, but I just had to post it. Remember how I was agonizing over how to avoid explaining the meaning of certain popular songs to the girls? I needn't have worried. I came across this while cleaning out Poonch's room yesterday afternoon. Check out her favorite song.
I was going through our California vacation pics and came across this view. The amazing thing? This shot was taken from inside a moving car with my phone. No editing.
Happy Friday.
Chuckles never did catch a glimpse of the zebra with that telescope. Wonder why...
Happy Friday.
And here I thought I'd have to worry about the kids getting into the liquor...
Happy Friday.
Remember this from a few months ago?
Poonch was upset with Hubs and me during our audio tour of Alcatraz, because she was several chapters ahead of us on her player and we refused to skip to where she was. She decided to pout here in the dining hall. I thought it was an ironic place to take on the parentals, seeing as it was Alcatraz, for crying out loud.
Chuckles got a hold of my camera the other day...
Ready, Set...
For a few short weeks out of the year, this is the view from our bedroom window:
My mom is going to kill me for this. But perhaps it will soften the blow when I tell her that her Mother's Day cards are going to be late. Again. ((sheepish grin))
Last night Chuckles hung up her robe while taking a shower. Which is unusual, as most clothes in this house end up on the floor.
One of my favorite times of the year...
Here's Poonch comparing her foot to that of a dinosaur during our trip to the Field Museum in Chicago last week. I think she decided that it was a good thing they have gone extinct.
The girls insisted on buying birthday gifts for the Hound. Here they are presenting the loot after a rousing rendition of Happy Birthday.
On Wednesday, the Hound will turn two. Here he is chasing Poonch on the day we first brought him home two years ago. Seventy pounds later he is still chasing her, with both of them loving it as much as they did on this day.
It puts me in a really mingent mood to know that some insurance broker is planning on renaming the Sears Tower. Supposedly the new name will be Willis Tower. Big Will? Really?
2nd grade homework assignment: design and build a leprechaun trap.
I always knew Chuckles had stars in her eyes. Look closely. Can you see them?
Happy Friday.
One good thing about February...Spring Training. For baseball fans like me, it is encouraging to know that in a warmer part of the country the sounds of summer are gearing up, regardless of the weather here. A couple years ago I was able to go to Opening Day at Jacobs Field (as it was called then) in Cleveland, which is where I grew up. Here is what April baseball in Cleveland looks like:
Look past the cuteness of these animals and focus on the Cat's expression. Absolute disdain for the Hound. Much to the Hound's dismay, the Cat refuses to become fast friends. Not sure which little guy I pity more.
Here is a shadow thrown across the floor from the Valentines Chuckles made and hung on our window. Talk about spreading the love.
The girls decided to have a "sleepover" in Poonch's room Saturday night. Look who decided to join them.
Some of my blogging friends, ahem...you know who you are (CK and Kathy B!), urged me to post a Friday Foto of me lounging on my couch in my Snuggie. Ummm, that will never happen, because: 1) I don't OWN one and 2) if I did, I would NEVER admit to it.
Happy Future,
Hubby has decided that the transformation of our unfinished, ugly, dirty, cold basement into a party animal's dream is now underway. Because he refuses to pay a contractor has the confidence of an 18-year-old guy who has just chugged through a case of cheap beer, we he has decided to finish it himself. Here we are at Ground Zero.
Unfortunately for the kids in our family, no one gets to open gifts on Christmas Eve until everyone is finished with dinner.
Yesterday Chuckles came to me and asked if I thought she had too much lipstick on.
I know I sometimes complain about the hound. Some people have even gone as far as blame him for our tree debacle. (It was not his fault. As a matter of fact, he is now terrified of our tree and refuses to be near it. I think he views the tree as a living, breathing, giant green monster waiting to attack again.) But for all his canine faults, if it has ever crossed my mind to question why this hound is a part of our family, this picture quietly reminds me.
Hubby took the girls to the Cheetah Girls concert last night, and although he got a super cute pic of all the girls holding hands, something went wrong when I transferred it to my computer. Sob! Instead, I am posting pics of Poonch enjoying her Cheetah Girls light stick. From these photos one would wonder if she even saw the concert, but she claims she did.
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