Archive for April, 2011

April 27, 2011

4.27.365: Justin Vs. The Giant

He’s giving Kobe his Don’t Mess With Me Face.

Or maybe it’s his Don’t Mess With My Four-Wheeler face. I’ve gotten the Don’t Mess With Me Face a few times and it’s slightly more scary that the one he’s giving the horse. I guess he saves that one for humans.

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April 27, 2011

4.26.365: The Lineup

The Easter Egg Hunters:

Just so every one is clear: 147 eggs for five kids, two of whom are only a year old, is a LOT of candy. A LOT. Do you know how I know it’s a lot? Because it’s all piled on my kitchen table.

My kids are in heaven. I am slightly less thrilled.

April 27, 2011

4.25.365: Rodeo’n

I’m really glad I’m not a cowboy- er, cowgirl. Being a cowboy means you have to do this:

And this:

And then when you get thrown off your horse you still have to get off your tush to wave and smile at the crowd.

I’d probably stay on my tush and cry about being thrown from a horse. I’m really glad I’m not a cowgirl. I’d be the most embarrassing cowgirl ever.

April 22, 2011

4.22.365: Love is a two way street.

Unrequited love is horrible.

Luckily my coffee loves me just as much as I love it. See how it smiles at me first thing in the morning? Awe… Twu Lub. It’s a beautiful thing.

April 22, 2011

4.21.2011: Rapunzel, Rapunzel, let down your hair.

I was using a camera I haven’t picked up in a while and scrolled through some pictures I forgot were on it. I came across this one from a doctor’s office when we were having Middle’s heart murmur diagnosed last year:

Look at all that hair! It was so long and thick and gorgeous. I would kill for hair like that. *Sigh* But she wanted short, so short she has. It’s hard to believe that this was only a year ago. She looks like a totally different kid with short hair. It still makes me sad to know all that glorious hair is gone.

Although I don’t miss brushing that tangled mess at all.

April 20, 2011

4.19.365: Redbud Season

Spring is a beautiful thing. Although, I’m not sure I can call this Spring. I’m still huddling under a blanket and wearing five layers of clothing all day long, but hey- the Redbuds are blooming and there are wildflowers every where you look.

It hasn’t snowed in at least three weeks, so I guess that qualifies for Spring. Now if we can just inch our way out of the 60’s during the day, I’ll be truly happy with the season. Probably. There is still the matter of the random May snowstorm we get every year. It’s like Mother Nature has to throw in that last “screw you” before she finally surrenders and gives me what I want.

What do I want? HEAT. Blissful, radiating heat. I want to bask in all it’s blistering glory and complain about endless sunburns. Yep. That’s heaven to me. Until then I can deal with this Spring teaser.

It is pretty.

April 19, 2011

4.16.365: This might be too much cake

Is there such a thing? No, probably not.

I know my Dad was happy to get the leftovers. So, that means there couldn’t possibly have been too much.

Those cupcakes have the ranch logo on them and say “Congratulations!”. That’s some mad piping skillz, yo.

April 19, 2011

4.15.365: I spent the day playing with fondant

And I managed to come up with two fairly decent looking police officers to top my inlaw’s cake.

Sometimes I impress myself.

April 19, 2011

4.12.365: Potatoh, potatah

Some people clean out their cupboards before their potatoes start to grow eyes.

Some people are blatant over-achievers.

April 12, 2011

4.10.365: Orange you glad I didn’t say banana?

I haven’t been to Orange Circle in about five years. It’s nice to see that not much has changed. It’s still the kind of place that makes you feel all interesting for knowing about it even thought it doesn’t actually mean you are interesting at all. It just means that you shop at odd places and buy things that were probably once owned by people who were much more unique than you.

I always feel like I should dress differently when I go there. I need to wear a cotton dress with puffed sleeves and black, patent leather mary-janes to be allowed in the stores. But I never do. I’m not sure I can pull off patent leather mary-janes.

One thing has changed though: there are two Starbucks within 100 yards of each other. If you get a coffee on one side of the circle and then walk VERY slowly to the other side of the circle, sipping quickly, you can purchase another coffee before that terrible moment when you tip back your cup only to find it’s empty. That’s always a sad time. Then you can walk around the circle again and do it all over! I don’t know what you call this kind of place, but I call it Nirvana.