The uninvited guest…

For dinner we had an uninvited guest. I swore I saw it lick its proboscis at me and the kids. I’m sure we looked like a four course meal. I don’t know why, but mosquitos like me and the girls (at least the older two) more than my husband.  Maybe we’re warmer, or we smell soft and mushy… I don’t know why I just know this is the case.  After the mosquito was squished, it was the topic for………. well, it still is the topic for the night, and as with most things, my husband looked though lenses that magnify things differently when it comes to bugs (spiders excluded).This is what the girls and I saw. Look at the size of that thing!!!

This is what he saw. Can you even see it? It’s there… really.

Note ~ We don’t kill all bugs found in the house, but since mosquitos carry disease that can kill and hurt everyone in our home – even the dogs. This bug lost its blood sucking life tonight.

Note Note ~ I drew these last night.

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Life’s a beach…

The waves go in and out making things new, fresh, changing them slighting. The waves bring hope, love, life, and sometimes seaweed. It is endless like time. The waves teach us of yesterday as they splash to tomorrow.  When we look out to the sea we are reminded of all the lives the sea has changed and taken. The sea can be wicked and tame and…


… once the sea has gotten up your shorts there is just no way to walk like a lady (or a man… maybe a monkey).

OoooooOOOOoooooh the sea is a wicked beast that knows how to chafe.

Note Lesson ~ Admire the sea from a far or park a lot closer.

His True Love…

After a stress filled night and a long hard day at work, full of anxiety.  My hubby hops in the car and races home going a little over the speed limit the entire way.  He knows his love will be there when he walks in the door. He’s checked on his true love many times over the last few days.

He rushes in the house and declares himself to the love he’s been waiting for…

He checks it over for any damages or harm. Once he sees that it is lovely and perfect. He shows it a little affection.

*Sniffle* “Isn’t she the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen?” He asks me.

I stare at him blankly and wonder off to phone the doctor only to find that he is out sick with the iPhone Flu.

Did anyone show up at work today? The only reason my hubby was there was because he missed a week this school year already

Note ~ The baby learned to say APPLE this week and my hubby wanted her to greet the delivery guy saying her new fav word. BUT when the man with the new toy showed up I was in a towel and felt that I should just let him take the paper and leave the phone on the doorstep. I’m sooooo glad I remembered to put the form on the door before my shower or it would have been a LOOONG unpleasant weekend or a very interesting new blog post… :-/

The Baby vs. The Cookie…

The baby discovered cookies (YUM) and she’s reinvented the ‘see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil’ proverb/ precept/ saying (whichever you prefer).I don’t think she quite understands the original version, besides cookies are far from EVIL… unless you are on a diet and then cookies are bad.  By the way, I AM on a diet.  Oh how I miss your sweetness, my beloved cookie. *sniffle* I’m going to be ok.

Just a few quick lines and I’m done…

I’ve mentioned J.C. Little once or twice — maybe three times here before. She’s funny and has a great blog. If you like this blog, you’ll love hers more. Anyway she’s done a few “one liners” and last night she did more. YAY!!! I loved her last batch and these are just as cute. This blog post… here… right here… the one you are reading, is in response to hers… sort of…

I did what J.C. said I drew some lines… Hey! How did that extra one get in there?!?!?! Well, she did warn that they have a life of their own.

Next I let them have sight aka I drew eyes. J.C. said to do it. I’m just following the instructions.

Next I’m supposed to give them a few more lines to show movement ,action, life! Ok, she didn’t say all that but it’s how I took it.

Then she told us to have them talk… OoooOOOooooook…… If you think that’s a good idea……..

Next was a dash of color. Hey, you can’t shake it here — you belong on a different post! And who let you in? Does J.C. even know you’re here?  I don’t know if Cha-Cha-Chaaaaing is allowed on this page…. *deep Sigh* Since J.C. is a cartoon director I’m sure she’s used telling cartoons to get in line and they obey… mine… mine are just doing wait they want.

Thank you, J.C. I had fun drawing these.  And yes I did a near copy of “Gravity can bit me!” BUT there are eyebrows now, no rosy cheeks, and she/ old you are a ‘one liner’ too.

I hope I didn’t fall flat!

Note ~ the old person was going to be a man at first (that’s why the BIG eyebrow) and then I remembered J.C.’s Boobs… “My Boobs” … That doesn’t sound right at all…….. ummmmmmm… J.C. wrote a blog post called “MY BOOBS” and I remembered it. That *almost* sounds better… *blush* Just forget it…………. The old lady is a little like J.C.’s drawing but not totally. 🙂

Note Note ~ Please don’t hate me for the ‘note’ above but it was too funny not to say it like that. 😀

My hot and sexy gloves…

Before my husband maimed his toe, he went to the store for me with a list of about 512 things.  Two BIG things happened with this list – one I will save for another blog post.  This one is about my new hot (or is it ‘hawt’), sexy cleaning gloves.

Normally I do all the shopping, but since we’ve had the baby it’s kind of been just whoever, whenever, and how-ever.  When I go, although I do not like pink, my first choice is the ‘Hope’ cleaning gloves. I believe in donating to help cure ANY type of cancer and then my next pick is the neon yellow or orange, whichever is in small. My hubby said that they had none of these when he went and he bought the only ones they had and they were in large only.  At first the older girls and I stared at them in bewilderment.

My 11 year old was fighting back laughter, I was at a loss of words trying to understand designer cleaning wear, and my 14 year old was thinking, ‘There is no way I’m ever going to wear those……  I am soooooo texting my friends about this.’  My hubby told me that they matched my shirt and I’d look good in them…

That was it, the 11 year old lost it and the 14 year old was trying to hold in the giggles.  I know he was just trying to flatter me, but I didn’t want to look good in those.

I knew eventually the dishes had to be done and, with the man’s foot out, I also had to take out the trash (Eeeeewwww, I hate that job)!

So I put them on and…

Like magic I transformed…

I was a Princess…I Struck a Pose… so Vogue

I Shook My Groove Thing…

The John Travolta in me even came out …By the time the dishes where done and I was taking out the trash I know that I was HOT… really really hot in my new gloves.