In the car on the way… all bouncing off the walls in happy anticipation of good times on the horizon
From me & mine to you & yours!
I’m gonna rock 2012 like none other, baby.
How about you?
Here’s a year’s worth of Daily Mug Shots for ya. Shots taken 1-1-11 to 12-31-11.
Here’s one you ain’t heard in a while…
Rip it, roll it, and punch it, dude.
I still don’t know what to write about. I have to get the crappy stuff out of my head so I can give you the good stuff. Maybe I’ll do a whole stream-of-consciousness thing offline tomorrow and see if I can clear through the overgrown brush enough to see the edge of the meadow. You remember that exercise your creative writing teacher made you do in high school? Write for 20 minutes straight no matter what. Just keep writing.
My extension in Google Chrome that lets me pass on everything I post at G+ over at Facebook and Twitter was wonky today.
I have no words for you.
You get pics I edited today and posted on G+ that didn’t make it to Facebook or Twitter.
Shit happens, people. Life’s not fair. Eat your vegetables. Put a coat on; you’ll catch your death of cold! Wait, what?
Here they are.
BTW, that one is a composite of these three…
And they lived happily ever after.
As if it wasn’t noisy enough around here with Zaya playing drums, now Mika has decided he wants to play the tuba!
Last spring when the 5th graders were offered band instruments, he came home and said the only thing he would be allowed to play was the flute, and wasn’t really enthused about the situation. Sorry to be stereotypical, but a dude playing the flute? I couldn’t blame him. The only dude I know who can pull that off is James Galway. I thought Mika was a trumpet or sax kinda kid. So it looked like Mika wouldn’t be in band. I was seriously bummed out.
And? I feel it extremely necessary to point out that kids in band? Are NOT “band geeks.” A point which Tom will vehemently deny.
So, actually, I was really pleased when the band teacher called me and said that they had went around to all the new 6th graders and had given them a second chance to be in band. Mika said he wanted to play the tuba!
Of course, his favorite part is that he can make a sound like an elephant fart. [insert 12 year old boy giggles here]
Erin was extremely interested in the incredibly interesting noises emanating from this new thing in her house.
Zaya quickly came up with the idea that Erin looking in the tuba should change to Erin being in the tuba. The mom in me was all, “No, we don’t utilize musical instruments in that manner! Cease and desist immediately!” but the Dory in me was all, “Aw, this is gonna be a great picture!”
Which even more quickly devolved into, “Hey, what happens if we put Elmer in there?”
And the answer to that would be, “You have one really freaked out Elmer on your hands.”
And an Elmer NOT shy about voicing his displeasure. He was NOT pleased with the turn of events.
And furthermore, his fluffy butt makes a great mute.
I like the fun house mirror photo op. Big surprise there.
So I’ll have Zaya practicing drums and Mika practicing tuba DAILY. I see a lot of extremely loud noise in my future.
I love it. :)
I was a little worried this year when March came in like a lamb.
You know the old saying, “In like a lion, out like a lamb.” And vice versa.
I was worried that March was going to go out like a lion.
We have a high of 74 today and it’s sunny and beautiful outside!
Yesterday after I got off work, I didn’t have to put on my coat for the first time this spring! Hallelujah!
Then on the way home, I saw the first tree buds of the season. That clinched it; I had to go home, get the camera, and get back out there.
I couldn’t leave the house without Elli. She sure likes her a car ride. But she was TICKED when I pulled over, got out of the car, and LEFT HER ALONE.
As I was taking these, she was voicing her displeasure as only a tightly coiled Jack Russell Terrier can. And the barks got increasingly louder as her separation anxiety heightened.
So it went like this.
“Elli, SHUDDUP. I’ll be there in a minute!”
Et cetera, et cetera. Those couple shots were just the keepers from that bunch, so multiply the Click-Bark-Shuddup bit about tweventy times.
So I finally got all the shots of the buds that I wanted and we were on our way again.
The windows were down, her head and top of her body was hanging dangerously out the window, she was happily enjoying the wind in her face.
Then I passed by a house that had some new flowers right out front, and I just couldn’t resist pulling over and getting shots of them.
Click. Yip! SHUDDUP.
Click. YIPYIP! SHUDDUP!
So I got all those, but again, only the keepers you see, so Click-Yip-Shut the Hell UP ALREADY times another twenventy.
It takes a very special person to be owned by a Jack Russell Terrier.
We got home and I had to get a shot in my neighbor’s yard, so she got to go with me for this one.
(Except for her snuffling all over the place, smelling everything she possibly could, as fast as she possibly could.)