Sunday, March 1, 2015

The Sunday Evening Post

Life is a beautiful mystery.
If Scooby-Doo and the gang showed up at my house and declared that they could solve it for me,
I would politely decline.
Then I would ask that they put a leash on that mutt.

The week in pics.
My son created this Bibimbap.
I have never heard of it before, but it's a Korean dish.  I can't spell it, but it tastes good.

The amazing chiropractor's office fish.
It might be snowing outside, but it's all Jimmie Buffet in here, baby.

I was lazy last summer and did not cut down the polk berries.  Watching all of the winter birds eating them in the snow made me glad that I didn't (one bird under each tree).
Of course, they will inevitably drop the seeds all over the place and I will have more polk berries to worry about next summer.

Groundhog tracks.

My son's personal reminder to watch the end of a TV show.  If you need to be reminded like this, it probably isn't worth watching.

Fun with plates.
This way, it looks like Mel Blanc of Bugs Bunny fame.

However, a 180 degree turn transforms it into...

Frida Kahlo.

We met Master B at Iron Hill Brewery where he wisely selected the Girl Scout cookies and brews pairing.
He usually dons a cape and monocle for such an event.

The avant-garde dress designer hits the bullseye again with this couture piece:
A skirt made with strips of toilet paper that have been painstakingly designed by hand.
Finally, wear that is both beautiful and functional in an emergency.

Whatever happened to please?
(True story in Philly.)

Baby Z catching Zzzs.

The simple pleasure of reading a Sunday newspaper while drinking strong coffee  Nothing else compares
(except for reading this blog every Sunday, of course).

I don't usually buy books, but I learned that Thich Nhat Hanh has a new one out and its title is one of my favorite pastimes:

The weekly song attached to the end of the blog started more as a "me" thing, but I ran into a friend earlier this week that commented on how much he likes them.
This one will certainly not disappoint.

See you next week.

Sunday, February 22, 2015

The Sunday Evening Post

 Last week brought record cold temperatures to Delaware.  Lucky for us, Mardi Gras kept it spicy.  Here are the pics from the week.

My wife proclaimed this as her best latte ever.  It was served up to her in Baltimore. 

Getting gaudy for Fat Tuesday.  This is our fourth year hosting, so we can officially call it our thing.  Master Blaster runs Barter Town, but we run Mardi Gras.

Instead of a King Cake this year, J whipped up an icebox cake, made especially at the request of a special guest who was celebrating his 46th Birthday
(It's hard to say no to the elderly).
Happy Birthday, Bob!

We sent up a few flying paper lanterns.
This one was shaped like a heart.

  A young mother springs into action as her child face plants after a sled ride.
It's a great action shot.

The young ones take a moment to show off their newly acquired orange stripe belts.
Congratulations, ladies!
Ninja-dom is but a small journey away.

It doesn't take much to make us laugh.
(I think being snowed in had a lot to do with it).

 Young E had a good friend over for company while he heals from an adenoidectomy.
I guess cigars and scotch will be out of the question for a little while.

An impromptu sock-off went down at the house, thanks to school cancellations.  Our home became headquarters for several young scholars.

Apples to Apples victor shows of his winning combo of "Lucious Vomiting".
Oddly, he had just gotten over a case of Barf-o-rama, so it is true what they tell aspiring authors-
write what you know.

Really good wonton soup.
We got caught in a snow storm and stopped in to Nu Vhu in Middletown for dinner.
Awesome Vietnamese food and we had the whole place to ourselves!
Go check it out.

This young one formed a chic dress out of the the Christmas tree skirt.  I am watching Boardwalk Empire now and this reminds me of the swank 1920's fashion the series shows off.

Let me know when it works.  I will happily ship him to you.

Look.  He'll even cook breakfast.  Granted, it is one hundred times too small, but still...
I don't know.  I'm glad he stays busy, but what the heck is that? Are elves coming for brunch?  Will they cobble my shoes?

I am a sucker for sweet tater fries.  These mojos were served up at "The Kitchen" down in Milton.

Coffee is a natural anti-depressant.
I think you can write it off on your Affordable Care Act taxes.

It does not take much to make me laugh out loud.

Creepy coffee logo that may be my next tattoo.
It'll keep the mice out of my bed.

See you next week.

Sunday, February 15, 2015

The Sunday Evening Post

Baby, it is cold outside!
Fortunately, I won't have to go out anymore. Hot coffee and the pictures from the week
(maybe a sweet potato or two as well).

We bid farewell to one of our neighbors who collected junk cars and left them parked in the 'hood with flat tires and oil spills.
We sure will miss you.

Speaking of oil spills...
R posted this photo of brown mashed potatoes-served in a swirl.
This spud is not for you.

Have you ever been part of a group text messaging and you are not participating in the conversation, but you have to get all the texts involved from everyone else?
Here are the 51 messages awaiting my wife between her sisters.

Hot cookies from the oven-
Way better than a bun in the oven.

Our son has an enthusiasm for learning-
and a giant flesh-eating bird of prey behind him!
Run, M, run!!!

What the flip-flop?
Turns out I missed the night they were serving up coffee at M's school.

I also missed the fire personnel responding to put the home economics oven fire out.
School is a lot more exciting these days.

If anyone sees this cat, call the number at the bottom.
(Or run it over.  Either option is a sound one).
I am kidding.  Sheesh.

Valentine's Day took us to the Han Dynasty Chinese Restaurant where I had cold chicken in chili oil.  It was grand.

We have been watching the TV series Fargo, so when I had to drive through a snow storm, I was a little creeped out.  Fortunately, no flying fish or hit-men were spotted.

These wild ones waited almost two hours to grab some grub at Momofuku's in NYC.  I hope they got to try out the steamed burgers.

Single digits.
Another February and cabin fever looms.
Why didn't Mom have me vaccinated?

Skype visits with people like this are always helpful during bad weather.

I like my coffee bold, but my point in taking this picture was that I often find myself on one side of the spectrum or the other.  I need to learn to hang the middle a little more.

I broke bread with coworkers down at Po-Boys in Milton.
Mardi Gras is right around the corner and then 40 days of lent.

I grabbed a cup of joe and found this next to the creamer.  After a little research, I discovered that it was an ad for a pinup poster that draws attention to how great pitbulls are as a breed and how they are being mistreated and abused.
My brother owned a fantastic pitbull named Chloe Sue.  So if you like animals and photogenic women with tattoos, look no further than 
"Pinups for Pitbulls".
See you next week.