Isn't She Lovely...

Starchy and I have friends in town this week.   While we were VERY excited to see our friends, we have barely gotten to chat with them because HP has been demanding their full attention.  She has been flirting up a storm and has both of the guys that are visiting wrapped very tightly around her finger.  HP tends to have that effect on men.  We are in for it when she gets older.

As I have written before, HP has a flair for fashion.  This is what she looked like last night on our way to the carnival.

With Starchy...

Striking a pose behind Uncle Do-it's building...

Check out the long fingers...
Such a beauty (I know...I am totally biased...but I can't help it!).

Watching The Dude on a "big boy" carnival ride...

Peanut Ramblings

I only get to see Peanut once a week during the summer.  Every Thursday The Crew and I look forward to her arrival.  She is a smart and spunky 3 year old and really adds to the fun at homebase.  Today I thought I would write down some of the things she says during the day.  Peanut really comes through with some hum-dingers...

(After getting on the see-saw opposite of a very hyper Dude)- "I don't think this is such a good idea for me".

(At 10:00 AM)- "After lunchy I am still going to be hungry".

(Outside with her friends in the sprinkler)- "I play watersplash games in my tub".

(Out of the blue)- "Do you know what my family calls me when I toot?  Tootie McTooterson!".

Thanks Peanut, you make everyones day a little bit more colorful! :)

Welcomeburger Part Deux

I thought I would give everyone a visual of Welcomeburger last night.  The Chamber of Commerce did a bang-up job organizing the entire event.  It was a fun way to meet some new people and spend a Wednesday evening.  See for yourself...

Here I am with a cheesy grin on my face.  I debated to even put this on the blog but couldn't resist when I saw the Lincoln-Douglas fountain in the background.  Cool eh?

And if I have to suffer with a picture of myself on the Internet, so does Frankie.  Isn't she purty?

I had a picture of just her cleavage, but I am trying to keep this a PG-13 blog...maybe next time.

Beer, beer and more beer...

Welcomeburger

Tonight Starchy and I are going out.  

We are attending "Welcomeburger".  

No, I am not joking, that is what its really called.  It is a gathering in the center of our dinky rural town hosted by the Chamber of Commerce.  Although I have lived here since 2004, tonight will be when I lose my Welcomeburger virginity.

Apparently there is beer (good) and burgers (obviously) but what I am most looking forward to is the people watching!  

I come from a LONG line of people watchers.  

My grandma is so in-tune with her people watching skills that I think if she tried really hard, she could burn a hole in someones forehead.  When Starchy met her for the first time, he nicknamed her "The Hawk" (no joke, he said she didn't blink or take her eyes off him for two straight hours).  The woman doesn't miss a beat.

And my mom is the junior version...a mini-hawk of sorts (although she has more tact and doesn't stare at someone across the dinner table like grandma).  

My mom and her girlfriends came up with this game when they were sitting at the beer gardens at MY hometown carnival.  The game is called "Perfect 10".  The objective is to find a person, (they can be young or old, male of female) that embodies gorgeousness/fabulousness/charisma.  

I should point out here, that this game is really hard.  

Most of the time you can find 8's and occasionally you can find a 9, but it is rare.  The person cannot have a gorgeous face but poor style.  They cannot have a great body, but have nappy hair.  They cannot walk confidently but have heinous shoes or gaudy make-up.  

In order to be scored a 10, the person must be the total package.

At Welcomeburger tonight I shall have a beer in one hand and my camera in the other.  I will do my family proud and hone in on my hawk-eye skills.  I shall be on the quest for the elusive "perfect 10".  

After taking in all of the sights if I do, in fact, find a "Perfect 10" you'd better believe I will snap a picture and report back.

Wish me luck!

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Update:

While Welcomeburger was fun, the elusive "Perfect 10" was not located.  

Frankie (my garage sale partner in crime) and I had a blast and definitely got our money's worth at both the food and the beer tent.  We kept a roving eye on the crowd at all times, but the best we saw was an "8".  

I plan on having my camera with me during the Riverfest activities this weekend.  I will be people watching and updating if I should see anything of note!

Nakie on the pot

Can someone explain to me why The Dude insists on taking ALL of his clothes off when he goes to the bathroom?

Over the past few days I have noticed him taking an unusually long time in the bathroom.  He has always been rather quick to do his duty and be done with it.  My curiosity was piqued, so I have been looking in on him (every time I do he says with just a hint of attitude "Mom, can you please close the door, I need some private time").

Every time he goes #2, he has to strip naked BEFORE sitting on the pot.  Now I can understand taking your bottoms and underwear off.  But why does one need to take of their socks and shirts to take a poo?

Is this a boy thing?  A kid thing?  Or just a little idiosyncrasy of The Dude's?  Any other naked poopers out there?

Ice Cream & Booty Dance

We had another great Saturday (which is beginning to be some what of a theme this summer, I am starting to sound like a broken record!).  

I worked my tail off this morning, ridding every corner of the house of the giant dust bunnies that have been giving me nightmares.  Starchy, continued to paint our old house, in the hopes that we can put it back on the market soon.

The kids played with the neighbors all morning and then took a 3 hour nap (God Bless 'em!).  

We had burgers and corn on the cob for dinner (or "supper" for the Canadians).  I am not kidding when I say, the corn on the cob eating was quite a display.  The Dude had 5 ears of corn! It was like those old cartoons where the beaver saws through the log on one second flat, the kid just couldn't eat it fast enough.  A one point the corn was flying half way across the table.  There is really no polite way to eat corn on the cob (I think that is what makes it so fun).  

Just don't ask HP if she wants corn.  She did the old, lick and sniff and while pushing her plate away declared, "I can't love it".

After dinner, we had some ice cream (because there is really no better way to end the day).  I made the kids eat in the garage (hey, my floors were squeaky clean, I wanted to enjoy it for more than 30 seconds!).  

Here are the kids in all their glory (don't mind The Dude's nipple and belly button tattoo's...he is trying to start a new trend)!

As The Dude was chowing on his ice cream he started to do this booty dance in the driveway.  Do you think this is what the neighbors had in mind when we moved in across the street?  We definitely add some spice to the passersby! 

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