Sunday, October 19, 2014

Sunday Evening Post

From the streets of Manhattan to the beaches of Rehoboth.  Our crack team of photographers 
(of one this week) risked it all to get the best images to represent the week that was.

The ugly truth comes to light about dinosaur extinction- they fell in the tub during the bath-time-ozoac era.
No wonder adults only take showers.  Once you can no longer play with toys, what's the point?

Maple Bacon Frosting.
Wow.
I guess you could just slather your pancakes with it.

An action shot of kids riding electric animal carts through the mall. $8 for 4 minutes...sucha deal!

Awesome Sauce.
Chris Rock and Prince on SNL.
Prince is so cool that he can play the guitar blindfolded.
...And that somehow reminded me of Jeff Healey, a great blues guitarist who was blind.
Rest in Peace, Jeff.

Mazel Tov to the V-woman for becoming a Bat Mitzvah!

Here she is capping off her celebratory weekend with family and friends.
Ice cream.
Excellent choice. 

My wife ended up in NYC.
I still haven't figured out how, but she came back with great images from the busiest city in the known universe.
Here is blue Lego man from an art gallery.

Pretty sure she took this for my benefit due to my theory that Asian women can wear whatever they want and they will always look great.
I have seen Japanese tourists in Central Park donning red butler suits matched with opened umbrellas and they look fabulous.

Part of me is worried that a spirit is trapped in this statue and that all it wants is a pair of pants.
(I know I would- considering it looks like he just finished a long swim in a really cold ocean).


Homemade apple butter and cauliflower curry soup.

Kid's time at the local library.
That is one happy plate spinner.

I daresay no one group is cooler than kids.  Little E totes his guitar with him everywhere.  He got to strum along with Miss Jackie.

"A" for effort in decorating your home for Halloween, but I won't be walking up your driveway for Trick-or-Treat.  Giant spiders creep me out.

Move towards the light.
Go into the Light.
This is what a near-death experience looks like.
I hope there is cake in heaven.

I love fall because he hooks me up with free pine straw every year.

On Sunday we walked three miles on the Gordon Pond State Park trail down south.  We were overtaken by these four blaring trance music from a giant radio attached to the back of that last bike.
Walt Whitman might have objected, but we liked it.

I spent a lot of the week checking out where my favorite professional wrestlers are now.
Sadly, I found that a lot of them are dead.
I got so choked up that I brought back my own pro wrestling persona-
The Sweet Potato.
My finishing move was the betacarotene body-slam.

I will end it with a photo of the sweatshirt that my son wants to purchase. On an ugly scale of 1 to 10, I gave it a 26.
Oh well.

Have a great week.

In tribute to Prince, 
I wanted to share my favorite song of his.
Fortunately, that led me this -
 The Raspberry Beret...
(drum roll)
Line Dance.




Sunday, October 12, 2014

Sunday Evening Post

Slight chill in the air.
Leaves are starting to turn, and we are one week closer to Halloween.
The week in pics.

A beautiful home garden arrangement made its way to our home, courtesy of D.
Flower power.

When the Pirates and Giants played for the wild card spot, I bet a bushel of blue crabs (east coast) against a bushel of dungeness (west coast) with these two.
As you can see, San Fran is still in it and I have to buy some more Old Bay.
Oh well.
Give it up for the Bay Bombers!

My wife received this screen capture questioning her level of immaturity.

She replied with this photo.
It's actually the container that my new electric shaver was in.
I guess you gutter minds scored pretty high as well.

Walking out of the woods at the local trail.

We're pretty lucky to have it so close by.
This foot bridge was helping fall show off a little bit.

We slipped down to the beach mid-week and I treated myself to a half dozen oysters.

The moon looked massive over the ocean.
This picture doesn't do it justice.

There.  That's better.

 Bad news.
One of my groundhog neighbors passed away.
If you look closely at the top of the bell in the center of the picture sits a young vulture taking a break from the feast.
Farewell, Moniseur Groundhog.
You will be missed.

Spinach Ravioli-
a nice way to carb up and start tacking on some winter insulation.
Ciao!

Finally, grunge is back!
I dig the star socks and Soundgarden onesie.
All that is missing is a tiny flannel shirt tied around her waist.

Our shadows at the second haunted house visit for the month,
the Haunted Trail at Brecknock park.
Not as good as last year, but pretty solid.
Chainsaw at the end brings its rating up to a 3.5 tombstones out of five.

I have a pile of back-rubbing and stretching mechanisms that guests often pick up to try out.  Here is a shot of my brother kneading his wife's kinks with a three-pronged spiky roller.

My Son's Alexandria Archaeology Summer Camp shirt came in the mail.
Yep. Grunge is definitely back.
Sayonara, hipsters.

We say adieu with a parting shot of the automaton M created on the Sabbath.
See what can happen when you take a break from electronics?

See you next week!



Sunday, October 5, 2014

The Sunday Evening Post

October!
What a great month-
haunted houses, fall foods, baseball playoffs...
This month definitely makes my all-time favorite top 12.
La semana en picturas.

My wife learned that in life, you should stop and smell the roses.
Unfortunately, she failed to realize it was best to stop walking before you attempt it.
Boo-boo from her daily walk.

The great thing about text pic messages is that all day long I get them from J and really get a chance to see what makes my main squeeze tick.
This camper parked at the local coffee shop really irked her.
In its defense, the model is the "Outback" and its back is definitely way out there.

This is one I wished she had kept to herself:
a dreaded house centipede sighted in my abode.
Now I have to go buy a new shotgun.

I would prefer this gal crawling around my house.
Cool shirt, but mine would say
"Eat Cheese".

Awww, yeah!
Mi familia now has an official fresh and organic egg hookup.
Above is J's avocado and beet matched with fried egg.
Below is my lentils and tabsaco sauce with egg concoction.

It was a great honor for us to have Mom inducted into the Delaware 4-H Hall of Fame.
She touched so many lives in such a variety of ways.
It was a great feeling to have her hard work recognized and to have that moment of pride to think:
"That's my Mom".

K is another Green Acres 4-H Club Alumni who was in attendance to recognize the induction of her Grandmother, Grace Tinley.
She dutifully posed as the rose between two thorns (Me and Bro).

As we were leaving the event, J caught a shot of this fish man purse.
A woman may need a man like a fish needs a bicycle,
but a man needs a fish purse like he needs a hole in the head.
(But hey, that is just my humble opinion).

The Big J turned one!
He celebrated by dressing in his Halloween costume.
Happy Birthday!

Very cool treats to chow upon at the fiesta.

The Pirates are out,
but over in the AL, the dream still lives for the O's.
Natty Bo celebrates with retired Orioles
Cal Ripken and Eddie Murray.
Below is a photo of them during their heyday.
Eddie looks sort of funny now without his trademark mustache.

El Paso.
El Crasho.
I love a trucker with a good sense of humor.

Ok.  for all of you Dads out there, the Father bar has been raised.
These two ladies have a Pop that hung up a disco ball in the garage so they could boogie.
The only possible con of such a move is the threat of disco war.

That's right, gang.  It is October and that means haunted houses.
Our first visit of the season was to Marydel's
"Haunted Chicken House".
It was spooky, put together well, and included a hay ride afterwards.
I give it 4 tombstones out 5.

See you next week.




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