Sunday Evening Post

Two smart phones.

Two people of average intelligence.

Seven days.

One week in pics.

Banquet Beer brought back fond memories during the annual golf tourney.

I haven't had one of these since high school

(Did I write that out loud)?

I have never witnessed a greater moment in golf than when P sank a 140 yard pitching wedge for eagle. 

The last time I played this hole was when I was a junior in high school and disgustedly threw my driver into the woods after a horrendous drive.

I sent this shot to my old golfing buddy and he asked me to look around the 17th green pond for his putter.

I was able to sneak a shot of the shaggiest dog ever.

I win.

Unleashed the Bass Raider for the annual fishing tourney

(lot of annual stuff this week).

Second Place.

Oxbow took first at Preakness and I picked it!

Preak out!

Dozen raw oysters at Abbot's Grill in Milford.

Lego Sushi

(Don't eat it - for display only).

Broke bread with the in-laws, who drove into town for a school chorus and arts night.

Grand time.

The find of the week was Fordham Ale's wisteria wheat.  Nice summer ale.

Congrats to J and H on the engagement!

Tortilla Yoda.

Strong with the spice, he is.

Finished the week with dessert Sunday.

Muffin tin doughnuts.

Sweet.

See you next week.

I have been hounding on my son to read The Great Gatsby and now that a fancy-pants movie is out, he is all into it.  At least there is some good music with it.

Sunday Evening Post

A weekly wrap-up only a Mother could love.

Happy Mom's Day.

The week started with a bang when I received an early morning picture from California of the Rolling Stones live in concert.

A lot of yard work and my first snake of the year.  I stick them in a turban and make them dance by the tune of a pungi.

There is nothing like the whisp of a bona fide straw broom.  

My first time playing beer pong and it turns out I am horrible at it.  I guess it is a lot like golf- to be good, you have to practice.  Here is my view of getting schooled.

Whatever happened to quarters?

Here is the displayed stitching-

"Mommy drinks because you bark".

One of the dogs, Beaner.  My wife really liked her.

The household above qualified for one of these.  Three loud dogs, begging for attention.

When Clint Eastwood told the townsfolk to paint the town red in High Plains Drifter, he never mentioned their boots.

I guess it is better to be safe than sorry.

Nice visit from Ghana.

I guess my nephew did not want to pose for photos....

...unless he got to control the phone camera.

(Sorry, kid, but there are no royalty payments for pics used in this blog).

Mothers - Sisters.

Twisted Sister.

Left the young one with friends while we went to an adult get-together, and come back to find he had coated his hair with baby powder.

This one showed off the -

and I quote -

"Constipation of the United States".

Well, at least they weren't stuck in a soap bottle.

Good work, L, for coming in first place!

(How did they get your head to scale on the trophy)?

Congrats.

The week finished off with a Mother's Day card from my nephew to his Grandmother and Uncle (yep, his Uncle).

It reads:

"Jolly good show.  Have a great life".

See you next week.

Sunday Evening Post

Busy seven days that ended on Cinco de Mayo.

Luckily, I got the developed pictures back from the drugstore in the nick of time.

(Remember those days)?

I found a Pirates ball cap in the road.

It could be a good omen for the Bucs.

I may sacrifice a goat just in case.

The one thing I remember from the film "Pumping Iron" is when Arnold Schwarzenegger said that milk is for babies and real men drink beer.  Thank goodness, then, for Duck-Rabbit Milk Stout.  Now you can have the best of both worlds.

I was invited to a swanky BBQ soiree that doled out the best pork and beans I have ever had the pleasure of eating.  Heavenly.

Super brainy junior high men at the honor roll breakfast.

You can ring the bell 'til the cows come home.

New deco at the farm.

High chair model.

The new fire pit being broken in.

The blessed age when they actually sleep.

Enjoy it while it lasts.

 Being part of a family means making sacrifices, like driving an hour to go see a live simulcast of NPR's "Wait, Wait - Don't Tell Me".

Wait, Wait - I'm not getting those two hours back, am I?

Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na 

Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na

Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na

Batman. 

The first birthday bash of the week was a humdinger by the light of fireworks, accompanied by cupcakes, champagne, and the Delaware Symphony Orchestra.

Happy 50th, K!

Kids, never trust a clown by himself at the park, even if he's offering free burgers.

Always good for a laugh.

My son had a good time at a 4-H rocket launch and seminar.  Kudos to the club.

May 4th, Star Wars Day, as in "May the Fourth be With You".

All proceeds collected here were promptly stolen by Boba Fett.

 The second B-Day of the week was up in Philly and included an impromptu jam session including bongos

(When does that ever happen)?

Happy 40th, M!

See you next week.