What a difference a "part" makes....

The title says it all-right???

Now that's some funny stuff...

Much love and many good hair days , 

A

A smile for you today

Snowball

I made myself a showball

As perfect as could be.

I thought I'd keep it as a pet

And let it sleep with me.

I made it some pajamas

And a pillow for it's head.

Then last night it ran away,

But first-it wet the bed.







Poem by the incomparable Shel Silverstein

Happy Halloween

Here is a pic from Halloween...

I call it "Perry the Platypus and the Mustachioed Man":)

The back story is my daughter (Perry), bought Grandpa this shirt 

for Father's Day.

We have cracked up over this shirt since then.  

Dad thought he'd surprise her on Halloween by wearing the shirt and mustache.  When she got there and he answered the door.

She laughed for a good long time.  

It was funny.  My girl loves a good joke:)

Hope you had a good Halloween.

Many laughs always,

A

New "kid" on the block

After much, much, much, much, a lot, and then a little more deliberation, Holly and David threw caution to the wind and got a boxer puppy.

Man oh man is he cute.  We're talking colossally cute.  We're talking "text puppy pictures to every one of your friends" cute.

We're talking "lay him on the pillow, grab a throw, and lay your head down next to him cute". 

I just want to rub my cheek on this soft little fur.  I want to kiss him on the nose.  And he's not even my dog.  

I'm not gonna let that stop me. I'm making an unabashed pitch to be "next of kin" for him.  It's the least I can do.  That said, do you want to see him?  I figured you would.

Dang he's cute!!!

Much love and many snuggly puppy hugs and kisses,

A

Because sometimes you just have to.

Check this out...

and this...

Why you ask?

Because sometimes you just have to.

Much love, many laughs and a few quirks,

A

Disheveled Part II

 I recently blogged about my daughter's tendency to rub her hair into a knot when she sleeps.  I've discovered more photos that need to be shared.  (Pardon the blur on the last.)

This photo was taken at the beginning of a return trip from Hawaii.  

This is what her hair looked like when we started the journey.

This is what her hair looked like after we woke up and were nearing our stop.  

Note the back light.  It really helps you understand the magnitude of this feat.  

Mom and I were trying to keep our giggles to a minimum.

I'm not sure when this one was taken, but if I hadn't told you,

 would you have been able to figure out what it was?

I love that girl!!!

Much love and many laughs,

Her hairbrush-toting Mama

Say it ain't so...

I'm officially old enough now to have seen the styles from my "glory days" be recycled and updated for modern use.  

For the most part, it is a nostalgic walk down memory lane.  Yet, I can admit that in the past 20 years, people have started to dress better. 

 One cause of this could be my cultural paradigm shift in moving from the modest mid-west to the decidedly more dressy south.  

Another reason for this could be shows like "what not to wear" or magazine articles telling us how to pick the best jeans to fit our body type.  

The criteria for buying jeans used to be "as long as they aren't snug anywhere".  Now, jeans are designed to hug, lift, cinch, and do the dishes.  This of course all for the low, low price of ten times what they used to cost.  (I'm told the cost is all about the technology that went into designing a gravity defying, leg lengthening jean.  Those folks must have degrees in physics and engineering or something:)

All in all, I can't say I have a problem with the current styles.  For the most part, I think people do look better in their clothes.

So why oh why, are we forced to see these things again....

(internet photo)

No, don't adjust your screen.  This is not an old photo of your friend in her brother's faded denim shirt, her favorite floral jeans and those shoes she should have thrown out years ago.

This is actually a picture courtesy of a cool but quirky clothing store, circa 2012.  

I've only just now started to live down these type of photos from my younger years.  Why are retailers subjecting us to this stuff again?

Weren't we supposed to be wearing space-age suits by now?  Not stuff we donated back when we went off to college.

Please, say it ain't so...

Much love and many laughs and a few moments of chagrin, 

A