A Different Kind of Infestation

Because you asked for it (well, Kelley did, anyway), here, now, for your entertainment and enlightenment, I present to you:

Legos vs Imaginext, in

The Battle For The Middle of The Living Room

You might think having an insect infestation in your house is annoying and bothersome, but I'm here to tell you there IS something worse. It's an infestation of plastic and if it's ever happened to you, then you know what I'm talking about; chances are you were the boob who brought it into the house in the first place.

The Phantom Shark as the steed of the Imaginext's leader, Italian Guy (I don't make this stuff up - this is really his name, according to the guys)

Below, the Puppet Master, aka the Bohemian, dangles a reconnaissance mission over the battlefield. This is serious stuff, people - look at that face - does he look like this is FUN?

The dinosaurs add a terrifying aspect to the battle, and are also quite painful to step on in your bare feet, in the dark.

The Professor arranges his men in a replication of one of Napoleon's battles. Or it was a replication, before the dinosaurs showed up and freaked out the Lego guys. Then it was total chaos - oh yeah!

A big fan of little chewable things, Simon gets into the picture and takes out a few dinosaurs for the Lego side. Don't you feel like this is one of those blockbuster fantasy films, uncannily unfolding on my living room floor? ("The Chronic - what? - Cles, of Narnia")

The Legos' leader plans his strategy, while his honor guard stands by.

And there you have it - the horror, the carnage, the living hell that is my living room floor these days. And you thought you wanted to see it, that you could handle the truth. It isn't pretty, is it?

(But it was an awful lot of fun to take pictures of!)

Ludicrous Beauty

Should I tell you what he was doing, or do these pictures tell their own story?


Parents, without a doubt, and even the best of them, will drive you batshit at each and every chance they are given. But then, there are those moments where you look at them in action and have that instant sense of identity. Where you realize that your crazy-assed apple didn't fall or roll that far from the tree, and that's perfectly okay.

This would be one of those moments.
I love you Dad!

Blog? What Blog?

I have just fallen off the face of the earth, and it feels pretty damn good. I might even have to make a habit of it, because blogging wasn't looking nearly as good as the Real Life thang - sorry kids.

We had a lovely Mother's Day weekend here. We got up early on Saturday and went to the Farmer's Market to buy flowers and vegetable plants for our garden. We ran a little late because I had to have that first cup of coffee before we hit the road, so I was expecting a little traffic at the market. Oh my Aunt Edna's ass - the place was packed like a mall at Christmas time. I don't know who the hell told the Cary-ites about the Farmer's Market, but those kill-joy urbanites were out in full force. We snaked our way through the sardine-like insanity, and lucked into a little Parking Karma (as Bea and I call it) - a spot right up at the front. We headed into the melee to make our selections.

There were so many beautiful flowers and plants to choose from! Both the Bohemian and I wanted some of these sunflowers, but I wasn't sure where to put them in my mostly shady yard, so we had to "take a picture, so it'll last longer!" The Bohemian was very excited at the prospect of shopping for flowers for Mother's Day. He had his flowers already picked out, but he was a good sport about looking for other options and posing for me. The Professor was not in the mood for photo-ops, as you can tell from his palm-first pose. I think he needs a haircut, but evidently the third grade girls like it - you should have seen the little circle of them around him at carpalooza on Friday - OY! I'm dreading the teen years, chile!
We got home and set to work, digging and planting all our new plants. On Sunday, I did absolutely nothing, and it was divine. The boys made me lovely cards and the dear husband man took care of all the school preparations and waited on me like I was the queen. I tell you - it was simply divine. On Monday, my darling man took the day off and we spent the whole day together, sans children. It was such a breath of fresh air, to get a break from the perpetual kid-thing. I love my boys, but they tend to suck the air out of the room, without realizing it. It was nice to be able to just be together, the man and I, with nowhere to go, and no one to tend to.

I am just the luckiest girl in the world!

Hairclub For Girls

Note to self* never write and publish a post at 3:30 AM without proofreading it first! I left out #2 of the most important people/things category in the meme I posted on Saturday - skipped right on to #3...Zzzzzzzz...that's where my head was at!

Good morning...I'll tone down the peppy, so as to not jar any of you who are still dozing...shhhh....

This past Friday, when I posted the Carkeys Incident, I put up pictures of mysels looking vexed. After looking at those, I realized that not only do I refuse to say "cheese", even for me, but that I have two different colors on hair on my head.

This is not good - it isn't really a look that works for anybody; outside of Halloween, or a nursing home, maybe,...if you really had a lot of attitude.

So here is what I looked like on Friday, in the throes of key-lessness:
Yikes! I am just not ready to be wholly gray - I really don't have the skin tone for it (and speaking of skintone, those red cheeks are strictly dry and flakey red, not animal-tested, chemical red.)

now here is a natural beauty and also the elusive #2 from the Saturday meme of most important people/things. She may be a very silly girl, but I love my Jezebel Maya Jungle Cat!
Okay, back to the Before and After shots. This was taken this morning. I'm still not going to smile - its serious business trying to minimize that chin thing going on! I also did the unheard of, and put on makeup to make the contrast greater between today and last Friday. I put on lipstick, thinking of Flutter and her signature red lips, but I had to dab some of it back off, because it really isn't my signature - the grumpy puss is!

But the color looks good on my hair, and my hubman did the haircut for me - its your basic bob - no layering - and its laying down from all the conditioning right now, but its still a vast improvement from just a few days before. (And yes, I really am that white - I don't tan, just burn, so I gave up trying to be brown)
And that, my dears, is what I did over the weekend.

Well, Okay, there was kind of a debauched Saturday thing going on. Bea and I made Red Drinks (like a Bloody Mary, but lighter) and basked in the sun, eating potato chips and dip. It was fabulous. We didn't get a Damn thing done, but we felt so relaxed and zen-like afterwards, and that's somethng.

Of course, the housework is waiting, looking impatiently over my shoulder as I type. Yeah, Yeah! I'm going, I'm going!

Sigh...I hate housework, and its starting to show!