Sunday outing

Today we headed out to the "Glory Hole"-it's out Highway 16 in the middle of nowhere.

My kid wore what?

As long as there has been clothing around, kids have worn clothing of which their parents did not approve. My shorts were too short and for a short period of time Mom thought I was going to break my neck in certain heels (this particular fashion choice changed when I started dating shorter guys). At one time, jeans were considered taboo. Bikinis were scandalous ( I love the picture of Marty Schuller in one such scandalous bikini). Each generation struggles with the fashion choices of its offspring. I thank God daily that my son has not adopted the saggy britches. I'll forgive him scrubs in public as long as he's employed in the medical profession. I loved the uniforms in Catholic schools. This happened this week:

Me (to Lauren): Are you staying warm?

Lauren: Yes, I'm in my fuzzy pj's.

Me: Thought you were supposed to be in class?

Lauren: I am

Me: Your mother raised you better.

Lauren: This ain't my mama's freezin' legs ( a reference to Miranada Lamberts' "This ain't my mama's broken heart)

oh well.. I guess I'm glad she didn't ditch class.

Electric Blanket

  At the beginning of April, I started to put away my wonderful electric blanket, but I didn't get around to it and Loki seemed to like it so it stayed and last night the temperatures got really close to freezing. I bought some butter on my way to work-hoping it would be soft when I got off, but it's still hard as a rock. My blanket may not get to rest until May. I hoping to canoe by then.

Gobble... Gobble

These aren't taken from the interenet-these are pictures of Tom strutting to impress Jerry. Taken this morning.

Waitress fixes girl with autism's broken cheeseburger-your Sunday feel good

Waitress fixes girl with autism's broken cheeseburger this is ought to give you a feel good feeling for today.

Fingers crossed..fingers crossed... toes crossed

Is there anything else I should be crossing for luck? You'd think I'd learn about counting eggs before they hatch but I don't. It seems that Jerry is sitting. Couldn't tell you how many eggs there are and I can't say that I've seen them, but she's sitting and Tom won't let any of the hens or anyone else near Jerry-isn't that cute? Being the protective father and all?  FYI-Jerry is the female turkey and Tom is the male. Trying to get a picture of him when he struts, but no luck on that so far so you'll just have to do with one from the internet. Tom is actually prettier than the guy pictured.

The elusive dress...

 I feel sorry for Beth. I really do. We're trying to find a bridesmaid's dress that will work for four women that have very, very different tastes. The best she can hope for is a dress that everyone will agree to wear for a couple of hours. It's pure torture. I just don't think the dress ought to be strapeless... and 90% of the dresses are strapless..

don't laugh-it's red

oh look one with sleeves!

can you imagine me outside-walking on grass in something like this? Can you say "wardrobe malfunction?"

any way the search continues....