Sunday, May 3, 2015

Sunday Evening Post

Time to show off pics of the week and we realized our com-pooter is not working.  This is the first time we have ever used the app on the iphone to publish.  Here goes nothing.

Not a happy camper.  Check out those wrists, though.  I bet he would be tough to beat in an arm wrestling contest.

New tattoo courtesy of Little Gary.  Original art by Jason, comic genius.  I have always loved Frankenstein.

My son baked up some marvelous scones with a hint of lavender in them.  Nice touch.

I got caught in Rehoboth Beach with about 160 pounds of weed!  This was taken next to the pavilion where people had gathered to talk about legalizing marijuana.

The crazy thing was that this sign was posted only twenty feet away.
Life is so awesome.

My wife seems a lot calmer these days and I think a lot has to do with the fact that she has been coloring in this book.  Toiling, tasking, crafting, and working is when and where you can find your personal mojo.  

Crazy brownie rosharch blots.  I see a young man watering hanging geraniums.
(Maybe I stood too close to that weed man for too long).

Not a very impressive pic, but I promise you there is a giant Bald Eagle perched in the top of the tree.  I saw it early Sunday morning at the opening of the walking trail behind the elementary school.

First time marathoners getting it done in Long Island.  

A slushie to soothe the throat and soul.  M was out of school for a few days with a cold and an ear infection.  

Chicken Katsu made at home was re-branded as "Jew-katsu" by my wife and son.  
I don't even ask anymore.  I just go with the flow.

I think I will end it short with this kite scene.  My neck and eyes hurt from straining to see all this while typing on my phone.  I think we will be up and running on all pistons next week.  
See you then.



https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=LTh9IuSTOY0














Sunday, April 26, 2015

Sunday Evening Post

The Sunday Evening Post:
It runs a close second to the new Star Wars movie trailer.

Very cute pic of Z with crazy hair.
I wonder what she is doing with her hand off camera.
OK.  Makes sense.

We used to get wrong numbers.  Now we get wrong texts, which make it extra hard to put the craziness back in the bottle.
I would hate to be nicknamed "Stalker".

My Spanish is a little rusty, but I think the translation is "Bless Family Dollar".
On second thought, it might say, "Eat a healthy family dinner".
Either one is workable, it just depends on the moment you are having.


It was the only reply I could come up with in a pinch.  I had accidentally sent a blank photo.

My favorite picture of the week.
This young lady carries a Chuckie doll with her wherever she goes.
Quirkiness goes a long way in life.

My good deed for Friday was to save this turtle from being stepped on by walkers.
If I had found eleven more I would have taken them home and steamed them with a little Old Bay seasoning.

My wife was psyched when she checked her weight to find that the scale said it was "Lo".
I just don't have the heart to tell her that the screen is not working and the second "L" is missing from the end.
I kid.
It really means she looks like J. Lo.

E and his Pop-Pop broke bread together...

...while these hooligans feasted on Taco Bell after the school dance.

Fried Pickin' braved the cold Saturday to tear up the Charm City Bluegrass Festival in B-Town.
Here is a shot of the head of security waving to his Daddy after he cleared out an entire mosh-pit frenzy single-handedly.

Looks like one got past him.

It seems like a pretty harmless scene-
a couple of men trying to get a child's toy off of the pavilion roof with a can and string.
However, there were about fifty people behind them that had stopped what they were doing, mesmerized by their attempts and on the edge of their seats to see if they were successful.
I didn't stick around to see the end,
but dollar to donuts they achieved their goal.
I am just that optimistic about a man in a cowboy hat.

I'm a coffee snob, but I could not resist.
It tasted like pipe tobacco-
and that is not a bad thing in my book.

See you next week.






Sunday, April 19, 2015

The Sunday Evening Post

 A brief and sweet week, so this edition is more like reading a haiku...or riding the short bus home.
The week in pics.

A hedgehog on a skateboard.
Two great things.
Two great words.
I never thought thought the day would come when they joined forces.


It's funny that a picture of my nephew taking a bath sprung up.  I was just thinking about my own adventures in bathing as a youth and wondered why I never do it now.
My favorite was to sink my ears below the surface so I could listen to the water.

Flower power.


If you just showed me the first three shots of this two-headed monster, I would have asked what national art museum I have to visit to see this masterpiece.
Bravo, lass.
You creation hovers on the cusp of perfection.

The flowers were beautiful, but the sweetest part of all was the attached note that read "Your the Best", because it was sent by the biggest grammar stickler this side of the Rio Grande.

The middle is a little jumbled up.
Does that shirt say 
"Born under a Rock"?

My epic failure of the week was indulging a little too much from the homemade cheesecake concocted by J and M.  It capped off a fantastic evening with a grand clan of friends.

This was the view during one of our multiple trips to Lowes this week.
I guess if you are buying plumbing supplies, it would be uncivilized not to display a plumber's crack.
Well done, sir.

The toad that lives under our water barrel came forth, and did not fear his shadow.
I think that signifies six weeks of apple pies.

"Rock Hard".
"Sticks.  Stays Put".
"Will Not Shrink".
50 Shades of Water Putty.

See you next week.




Sunday, April 12, 2015

The Sunday Evening Post

We worked our arses off around the house.
If you don't believe it, we have the before and after shots to prove it.
So there.
Nyah.
The week in pics.

 J and M broke for spring in the mighty Shenandoah Valley-
Where the skies are big and the cows pontificate.

 Mountains-
a nice place for clouds to hang out and just be themselves.

 J is not here to fill me in as to what this is, but I suspect that it is the organic farm that they visited.
They are so organic...
that they accuse the amish of being big agri-business.
(Farm humor is tough).

My friend came over to help design the landscape around the house and arrived bearing gifts for my wife.
I give you elderberry liquor-
the bees knees.

Ice cream that has been staked through the heart.
Now it's O.K. to eat it.

A shot of my wife's bedside table with lovely flowers in water.
No wonder she sleeps in so late.
(She'd like me to point out that flowers are from our son, not from me.)

M helped out at the local nature center and got to hang with this turtle.
It turns out that when the visitors are gone, the staff parties with the slow reptiles.

J and I were driving past the school's district office what we watched a crowd unleash these bird balloons.

Now on to house porn!
This is the new view from the front door.
Kind of Zen.

I feel like my place has finally found its way.  It just needed a little readjusting.


 My first unexpected guests to the new chateau were seven deer.  I looked out the window Sunday morning, and there they were.
Going for a more natural look really paid off.

Thank goodness, the Big D stopped by and helped me roll the concrete cylinders around.  I figure they weight about 700 pounds apiece.  Once you put them down, they are not coming up.

See you next week.





Followers