Picture of the Day

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A rainy day at the park

This morning R, D & I took a walk to the park down the road.  The weather channel said today would be cloudy with a low chance of rain.  

Yeah.  Right.

I took along my camera hoping to get some good pictures.  It was, after all, not raining when we left the house.  In fact, a few times the sun even come out from behind a cloud!

That didn't last very long.  

Anyway, here is a pictorial of our morning at the park ~

It wasn't too bad when we set out.  The clouds were a little gray and fluffy.  Not at all menacing looking.

This doesn't look like a day full of cold, wet rain.  Does it?

We brought along some old bread to feed the ducks.  These ones here?  The ones with the white beaks with black tips?  We've never seen them at any of the other parks we've gone to.  They're so cute.  But the black ones with the white faces?  They are mean!  Really mean!

I just like these trees.

These I don't like.  And there were tons of them!  Can you see the one brown pigeon?

 I took a couple of shots of R by the pond.

And with the ducks. the wind started kicking up about this time.  See how R's hair is flying off her head?  She'll hate it.  I think it's cute.

They found this pretty, colorful leaf.  So I took her picture.  She was happy to pose.

Then it started to rain.  Just a little at first.  Not enough that I had to run for cover so my camera didn't get wet.  I had to get some shots of water beading up on the slide!

And dripping off the monkey bars.  (It almost looks like a wet banana!)

The rain started to come down a little harder, so R took cover at the top of the slide.  (D was on another slide and avoiding me.  Wonder why?)

Her idea.  'Cause she's a little weird-o.

Right about then, the rain started coming down in sheets, so we took cover under a nearby gazebo.

I'm not sure if she was aware I took her picture.  But I like it.  Natural.  Un-posed.  Definitely D.

"Hey, R!  You cold?  I did tell you to wear a jacket...."

The rain stopped just enough for us to dash back home.  Well, I walked.  They danced, hopped, skipped and waddled home.

But not before we stopped for some reflective poses.  (Get it?  Reflective?  The shot and the pose?  Mwwhaaa!)  Again, I crack myself up!

The end!


Picture of the Day {Part Deux}

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Picture of the Day

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Hats, hats, and more hats....

What is it with some guys and their hats?

They're like a teenager with their phone.

The other morning Sean was banging drawers, closet doors and mumbling.  I was trying to ignore him when he yells; "Have you touched my hats?!"

"No, honey.  I only touch them when you hang them on the dresser mirror.  Then, only to toss them on the closet shelf.  Where they belong."

He then proceeds to ask me "where the hell is my black hat?"

Like I would know.  I put all my things back in their designated spot so I can find them again next time I want them.

And besides, what black hat?  I see 3 right there on the closet shelf.

But apparently they were not the right black hat.

And none of the other 20 hats will do.  

He still hasn't found his black hat.

And I still have no clue what black hat he's looking for....

Picture of the Day

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Picture of the Day

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Picture of the Day

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This past weekend R needed to finish up a science project.

Something to do with neutrons and protons.

BTW ~ I always thought it was proTRONs until R informed they called proTONs.

Go figure.

So anyway, we rushed around buying materials for paper machè balls, then spent all weekend rushing to make 40 of these dang things.

She is so lucky I really like to paper machè.

Plus, I love the smell of flour and news paper together.

Don't ask.

I really have no reasonable explanation for you.

Then, after rushing all weekend, and staying up late so it could be done by Tuesday; Monday she gets to class only to be told she has to make her neutron/proton balls smaller.

Much smaller.

And we have no time (or money) to go running around town looking for alternate materials.

So she rigs something up with pipe cleaners (which, BTW, are now called Fuzzy Sticks.  What's up with that??) and beads that will hopefully get her a passing grade.  

I have to admit, it was the worst project she's ever made!  

Even she admits it really sucked.

Now we have 40 paper machè balls rolling all over the living room floor.

And what are we going to do with 40 paper machè balls?  Half of which are now painted light blue??

Just a little hint ~ you'll all be getting something made with paper machè balls for Christmas!!

Or not.

But probably.


Fend for yourself , you bunch o' Scallywags!!

R at about 2 years old (love the look on her face!!)

From the time my girls could walk, at about a year old, I taught them how to fend for themselves.

Let's face it, who wants to interrupt their eating of bon-bons while lounging on the couch watching soaps just to feed the little buggers?

Not me!

No. Really.

They were really good bon-bons.

And I'm pretty sure Brock wasn't the father of Hailey's baby.


My mom was the same way, as soon as you could, you did.

So, just like Mom, I had the kitchen set up to be kid friendly.  And NOTHING was locked.  If a kid was going to go under the sink and mess with dish soap, she was damn well gonna learn exactly how to use it!  I had all the plastic bowls, plates and cups in the lower cupboards and cereal on the bottom shelf of the pantry.  I even would pour the milk into a small pitcher with a lid and put it on the bottom shelf of the fridge!

See the blue stool in the photo above?  The one near the open cupboard door?  I used it to get items from the top shelf.  

The girls used it to put their bowls on to fill with cereal and milk!

By the time they were about 3 or 4, I taught them how to make PB&J sandwiches.  

Which was not an easy task.

They never scooped the peanut butter out quite right, NEVER spread it on the bread the right way and always got the knife all gooped up and sticky.  Which led to little fingers getting all gooped up and sticky.  Which led to sticky spots all over the kitchen.  Which led to them learning how to use an old rag towel and some all purpose cleaner!

BTW ~ everyone in my house knows the right way is MY WAY.

Kinda like the Queen of Hearts.


Sorry.  I got caught up in the moment.

By the time they were 8, they knew how to do a load of laundry.  Wash and dry.

Now, they do mine.

While I sit and eat Häagen-Dazs and watch the Real Wives of Orange County.

Okay.  Not really.

S insists she's a slave because I make her empty/load the dishwasher, vacuum and clean their bathroom.

Hell, I don't dirty all those dishes, or leave all those crumbs, socks and sports bras on the floor.  And I sure as hell don't use their bathroom!!

Someday, when they have a home of their own, they'll appreciate it all.


Hold the phone.

Stop the train.

Didn't my mother say that exact same thing to me???


I'm sounding just like my mother.




Yesterday, for most of the morning, I kept smelling cough syrup & thought someone in the office was guzzling it.

Then I discovered it was a new air freshener!