...ALL my photos for the last month have mysteriously disappeared. When asked for these photos, my computer merely says, "Huh? I don't know what you're talking about."
I finally figured out who painted the pieces that hang above Amelie's bed (and come to life) in the movie "Amelie". It's a German surrealist named Michael Sowa.
I've really enjoyed browsing through his paintings. Violet giggles at almost every one we see. They're very lighthearted and fun.
It reminds me of Ralph the diving pig at Aquarena Springs, too.
I don't care what anyone else thinks...farting dragons are funny.
I'm really digging the site My Daguerreotype Boyfriend. It's a collection of hotties from days gone by. Sigh---back when men were men. Some of the photos are of notable men in history, others are random photos of swoonworthy dreamboats. Let's just forget they're great great grandfather's age, shall we?
Who knew Orville Wright was so handsome?
Here's a sample submission:
Anthony Fokker, age 22, 1912.
My favorite WWI ace “Knight of the Air” and a freaking genius besides! He was dutch, the inventor of the Eindecker monoplane, the Fokker triplane and D.VII, developed the interrupter gear (HELLO major innovation used even today), and general hottie. Obviously, he is an ideal boyfriend.
Robert Graves. Yes, the poet. Who knew? I've only ever seen old man photos of him.
Puffin-Hunter, Faroe Islands, c. 1900.
Hey girl, you got a puffin problem? No worries, I got it.
Get thee to this site, with haste, ladies.
My friends the Blaylocks have an annual 4th of July party. They rent an awesome water slide for the kids. (My friend Angela took all these great photos---I was too busy with Piper to take many shots.)
The best part....the grown-ups play on the slide, too! There was also a grown up snow cone cart--the truck kind that drives around with a window that flops up. They had goodies like Black Velvet snow cones with specialty vodkas, Red Velvet Cake snow cones with raspberry liqueur, things like that. (I didn't have any, but maybe I'll try them next year.)
The food's always great, too. I love a good pot luck!
There were Shakespearian parodies on the deck, too. This is Dusty, the hosts' son. He is such a great kid. Well, I guess he's more of a man now. He'll be joining the Marines (like his Dad) soon. We're all so proud of him---he's a great kid and a great American. I can't believe this is the little boy that used to sit on my lap while I snuck him too many popsicles.
It's so nice to see old friends. We finished up the night with a great fireworks show.
Adam brought along his arm wrestling table, and I brought over 100 canvases to give away. Never come empty handed, I say! After the water heater incident ruining so much of my artwork, I took a good long look at all the art hanging around. I decided to let go of most of it. I only kept a few favorite pieces.
Thanks to Jill for reminding me that....."Your art is on the INSIDE."
Steve (in the blue tank top) is a dear friend from college. We were both involved with the theater department. He's very flamboyant and fabulously happy. He wouldn't hush and take arm wrestling instructions...he was too busy mugging for the camera. He's too busy saying, "Heeeey!"
Bob had on a yellow shirt that said, "Honey Badger Don't Care". I had to admit I'm not cool or hip enough to get it, so they directed me here: (or watch below)
(Warning-a tad (ok, VERY) crass....not child or office friendly.)
Goodness! Honey Badger Don't Care, I tell you. I warned you that was a bit off-color, didn't I? Don't say I didn't warn you.
Which is much healthier than the Ramens, slices of cheddar, marshmallows and cocoa I had for dinner yesterday.
I've seen this idea before, but I have two problems with it:
1. Here in Texas, I fear that mosquitoes would breed in that pool of water left at the top of the bottles.
2. Would these break? Hail stones in these parts can be nasty.
Wow! That's something else. However, it must be an art installation at a gallery. I doubt the average home could accommodate all the hanging wires at the top. I wonder if there is a way to make this on a smaller scale and still have it look impressive?
Was this post random enough for you?
Yay! I was the first person to check out 'Shadow of Night' by Deborah Harkness. SCORE! I've never been the first person to get a library book before. Also---it was only released, like---yesterday. I feel so lucky.
In case you have forgotten, it is the much-anticipated sequel to "A Discovery of Witches". I can't WAIT to read this! (I think I'm a little in love with Matthew Clairmont, vampire and geneticist. Do you get crushes on fictional characters, too?)
What was the last book you were really, really excited about?
Adam attempted to explain the 4th of July to Violet yesterday. I was cooking, so I didn't hear all of his explanation, but it contained something about fighting and war. I chimed in that I wasn't sure she was old enough to understand that and maybe shouldn't understand that yet. I'm afraid I heard something about spaceships, too. Then I went back to shucking corn.
It's funny to me when he explains things to our 3 year old using complex, loaded words like patriotism and personal liberties and freedom. What's even funnier is that sometimes she really, really gets it. And sometimes it goes completely over her head. You never know what's going to sink in.
I was tucking Violet in at bedtime, and I asked her what she thought about the day. She said, "The 4th of July is America's birthday. And it's about flags and spaceships and war. And parades, and bombs, and birthdays but no cake for it but WE can eat the cake, and fighting and spaceships."
P.S. Yes. My child is almost naked. Because I'm a lazy, horrible mother. And I'm tired. And it's hot.
Adam had a 'Baby Viewing Party'. Basically, I brought the girls up to a local watering hole. Adam's co-workers peeked in the carriage and said, "Oh, yeah---a baby." Then Adam passed out cigars and they all went and drank beer.
And the girls and I left. Don't worry-I kept them in the empty non-smoking section.
Adam got a great photo of a cicada coming out of its shell. Molting? Husking? I'm sure there is a proper term for that. The hard part is actually finding one coming out. I didn't know they were so green. Cicadas are sooooo loud. Do you have them where you live? I think of it as a cicadas as Southern, but maybe you have them up north, too?
I'd also love to see a butterfly coming out of a cocoon, which I've never seen.
There have been a lot of laps lately. I'm finishing up "The Guernsey Literary and Potato Pie Peel Society". (Thanks, Stacy) It's good! If you like anything about World War II or Brittain, you'll probably like it.
Well, it has been exactly a month since Piper Ruby was born. I'm STILL pretty.....not normal. I'm not even allowed to take walks yet---good grief. Oh, well-I guess that's just going to take longer this time around. At least I have a beautiful, happy, healthy baby.
I took Violet to her first 4th of July parade. It was a bit smaller than I was expecting, but she enjoyed it. There are always nice older veterans with flags and funny hats. I wish my Grandpa was still around. He liked a good parade.
Violet liked the horses. It's not a Texas parade without cowboys and horses.
Kiddos on bikes. I especially like the little decorated wagons.
The parade was in Greenville, Texas, the county seat. The local school is large. So----where were the twirlers and cheerleaders and drill team? Don't they live for parades? No beauty queens. There was only a tiny marching band. No one even threw CANDY!!!! I told Violet that was the best part.....people threw CANDY to you from pretty, decorated floats. Oh, not to mention there was not one single solitary float.
These ladies should be throwing us candy. I miss a good old fashioned parade.
Maybe I can find a more traditional one in Dallas next year. I want Violet to see a proper parade while she's still young enough to enjoy it.
Believe it or not, Violet has never gone swimming in a swimming pool before. Gasp! We keep her so sheltered.
The real reason is gross (skip on to the next paragraph miss the gross part). Honestly, the thought of kids peeing in the pool grosses me out SOOOO bad that I refuse to go. I cringe at the public pool. You KNOW half of those kids are tinkling in the water. Also, the baby pools are even worse. Fifty kids wearing soggy 'water diapers' seems like a recipe for all kinds of health disasters to me. Those diapers aren't fooling me.....you can't have a nasty pee and poopy diaper and sit in a pool and have that be sanitary in ANY way. So------Violet has had to miss the pool until she was a. totally potty trained and b. at a hotel pool with her grandparents. It didn't seem quite as disgusting as a public pool swarming with kids every day.
Violet's Daddy bought her some water wings. She loves them! Some nice gentlemen also staying at the hotel offered her their floaty bed. How nice people can be.
Do YOU get in the public pool? How do you deal with the gross-out factor?