Life On The Planet

Twinkles, Twinkles, Little, um...Rabbit

Introducing the newest inhabitant on the Planet...

Twinkles! It's a rabbit. Dr. R. will be coming by some time this week to tell us if Twinkles is a him or a her. The CFO's grandfather gave it to us. Twinkles is really kind of cute, in a fuzzy sort of way.

We are all excited to have a new member in our family. Some of us are more excited than others.

Right, Scratchy? No, no one called you for lunch. Go away.

Speaking of rabbits, we saw this sign while we were in Louisiana. You can't see the T from the road.

Grammar, spelling and interfaith relations all trampled upon in one fell swoop.

I removed the phone number in case you were tempted.

Z-O-O (In Memphis)

Random shots around the Memphis Zoo.

*(Note to homeschoolers - Check to see if public schools are on spring break before arriving at overcrowded zoo. You'll thank me.)

Obelisk. That's how you know you're in Memphis.

Sea Lions. Their 11:30 a.m. show was delightful.

The other lions were lounging in rather unbecoming poses. I won't subject you to that!

Meerkats. I wonder if he knows he's blurry.

 I was blurry this morning, and I'm here to tell you it didn't feel good!

Pandas. This one is about a year old.

Oh, sure, he's cute and fluffy now, but pretty soon he'll be out all night partying and end up in a Bamboo treatment program.

Teen stars. It seldom ends well.

Bald Eagles. Our national symbol. He wouldn't look at me.

You can be that way when your face is on the currency.

And finally...

Hooliganus Familius. By the pond in the China Exhibit.

Out of their cages!

Security!!!!!!!!

(Thanks for the zoo membership, Aunt Sandy. We love it!)

A Conundrum

Black cat wearing Shamrocks...

Lucky or Unlucky?

Saturday

Oh, Saturday! How I loved you as a child. Cartoons and pancakes ushered in your glory. Lazy mornings were followed by bike rides and sunshine. Remember that time Dad took us for a walk and we threw Mom's unfinished ceramic Easter Eggs, filled with baby powder at each other? Good times...

I loved you, Saturday!

Saturday, in college you were the BEST. After a late evening of, uh, studying at the uh, library, you allowed me time to recoup my energy and sleep in.

'Til four p.m!

When I was in college, Saturday, you were DA BOMB.

But lately, Saturday, I must admit I haven't been feeling that certain je ne sais quoi.

Saturday, my old pal, it's time to face the truth.
I do believe we've lost that loving feeling!

(I think it's buried somewhere under the whites.)

Costumes

I've been working on a couple of costumes for the musical Butterfly is in.
The making of the costumes involves taking this...

stinky, old burlap, and turning it into this...

 
a cape fit for a queen. A Rat Queen that is. It's for The Pied Piper!

(It's not quite finished, but as soon as the hot glue gun burns heal, I'll get right back to it.)

Blue & Gold

Saturday was Tiger's Blue & Gold Banquet. For those not familiar with scouting, a Blue & Gold is the big hoo-rah of the year for Cub Scouts. Awards are given. Food is consumed.

(Although, when we called Tiger's Godmother, Nana, yesterday to chat, she laughingly asked if there was food at our Blue & Gold Banquet. She said her sister had attended one this year where they didn't serve food, but forgot to change the name to Blue & Gold Ceremony. Sorry, to my mind Banquet = Food.)

Our Blue & Gold Banquet is a BIG DEAL. Door prizes. Father/Son Cake Bake. Food. Themes. Hoopla. This year's had the added spice of a SNOW STORM. Who could ask for more?

Sal snapped this shot on the way to the Blue & Gold. It got worse before it got better.

A big part of the Blue & Gold for Tiger is the Father/Son Cake Bake. He and The C.F.O. won last year, however this year his father had to work. (Insert tears here.)

Fortunately for Tiger, he has a tremendously AWESOME big brother who was more than willing to help him trash my kitchen bake a cake. It was a very delicious and aesthetically pleasing cake.

Here are a few of the other entries...



Pretty cool, eh?



I couldn't, I-just-couldn't, bring myself to eat any of this cake.

I heard it was tasty.



This beauty won the prize for Scout Favorite.

And now, we get to the portion of the post where I admit I don't have a photo of Tiger's cake! I thought I took one. I distinctly remember taking one. Honestly. However, we got home and NO PICTURE OF TIGER'S CAKE was in my camera. Go ahead. Schedule an appointment with a therapist for him. He has a BAD MOTHER.

Moving right along, Tiger earned his Arrow of Light, which is the highest award a Cub Scout can earn. He also earned all of the Webelos Merit Badges possible. This is the kid a neurologist once told us would need to be medicated and possibly institutionalized.

Moral of the story: Doctors, too, can be idiots.

It was a loverly evening. I admit to shedding a few tears. But the best part, for me, was after the Blue & Gold, when Tiger and Sal sat on my bed discussing what Tiger needed to start working on to achieve his first Boy Scout rank. (He is moving up to Sal's troop.) It was one of those moments that their mother wishes she could bottle up and keep forever.

(Sniff. No, I'm not bawling. Really. Sniff.)

All-righty then, that was our Blue & Gold.

I need to go and clean the kitchen.

Okay, NOW I'm bawling!

What a Difference a Day Makes!

Just yesterday I posted this about flowers that looked like this...


And I said ...
(No snow in March! No snow in March! No...),
forgetting that there was one day left in February!

Um, oops! Today my flowers look like this...


And there is a lot more snow on the way.

Remember, when you pray, BE SPECIFIC!

**Update: A friend told me that I should have said, "The Devil is in the details!"

She is right, as usual.

It Looks Like Spring...

has SPRUNG!

I hope it keeps springing! Fingers crossed!

(No snow in March! No snow in March! No...)

The Cat...

was very busy during our absence.

She slept on Butterfly's bed. (Butterfly likes to tuck her in.)

She slept on the cable box. (It is very warm there.)

She slept here. (On a box. She loves boxes!)

She slept there. (On top of the fridge.She likes to look down upon us.)

She slept EVERYWHERE!

The End.

Pampered Princess

Sometimes I feel like one.

The C.F.O. spent the night in the E.R. with me after working very late earning money with which to feed me (and the children). Isn't he a Prince?

Then, he lets me sleep all day. Not much of an option there. I was medicated. But still.

And then, he goes to the pharmacy to pick up my meds and comes home with these...

To recap, I sneeze, hurt neck, cry like a baby, go to hospital, take drugs and get flowers.

He has a very nice way of saying, "GESUNDHEIT!"  Wouldn't you agree?