Sunday, December 14, 2014

Sunday Evening Post

Very wild week.
A lot of events.
A lot of good times.
Smoke them if you got them,
'cause here are the photos.

I took M to Rutgers University (J's alma mater) to see Tyler Oakley's Pajama Party Tour.  Nothing prepared me for the screaming kids when T.O. took the stage.  My ears are still ringing.
Here is the Vine he did.
Turn on the volume in the bottom right hand corner if you dare.

Not to fear.  So far, I have yet to meet a cupcake I couldn't catch.

Bubble tea.
Sorry, but every time I see those tapioca beads I think of tadpoles.
Therefore, I do not partake in this beverage. 

My child is into junk food from Japan.
Some things I don't even try to wrap my head around.  I imagine this is just karmic payback for my teenage years.

J's friend drank Moroccan mint tea while in Morocco.
Not bad.  All she has to do now is tea in the Sahara and she has completed the whole set!

Merry Christmas.

J gor herself a stress fracture so she now rolls with this funky boot.
It really helped out her swagger, though.

Big thanks to C from Wisconsin for hooking up my son with baking books and horn molds!  Hopefully I will be benefitting from it soon.

Here is a shot of his two daughters at their dojo.
(Something tells me that those hands are loaded with a roll of quarters).

They finally got him on racketeering charges.
Word on the street is that some disgruntled elves talked to the feds.

Holiday work party.
Check out those crazy flash eyes.

Consider this an official plug for a(MUSE), a restaurant down on Baltimore Avenue, Rehoboth Beach.  This was my first life experience with mince meat pie.
It came with ice cream that contained beef fat.
It cured me of my ice cream addiction, but nothing else will ever compare.

The cool thing about Dad's new union is that we get to hang at more birthday parties.
Happy Birthday, young Ms. M!

Christmas package came in and my wife kept seeing "Asian Boot Guy" when she glanced at the shipping code.
My big juvenile joke find was a hard candy called horehound.
Turns out it was not what I thought it was.

There is something about happening upon a dead bird.  It is the only time that you can observe their details.  

See you next week.


  1. You're right, theme were some loud screams. And I don't even know who Tyler Posey is. :(

  2. Between you and I, Ron, you ain't missing much. Merry Christmas!