Friday, March 23, 2012

Angry Bird Speaks

Hey you!  

Yea... you, white dog.  

What cha laughin' at?  Ya tink it's funny watchin' da angry bird takin a bat in the bird bat aka watering trough 
for da white dog?

Yea - well...

Karma's a U NO WHAT!



HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH


Look who got her ears lowered...  Now who's laughin'?

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Not Getting Enough To Eat

 Dear Diary,
I'm used to being abused.  But this entry is not about me.  Oh no.  This is about someone who is dear to my heart who is not being treated fairly.  She needs an advocate.  Someone who will argue her case.  


I've decided to step in.. and do what I can to help the wee one.


I'm talking about Short Stuff. 


She's not getting enough to eat.  She told me so.  Formula doesn't cut it she says.  


She wants an Oreo or a Nilla Wafer.  

For the love of Dogs... will somebody please help this child!  

I'm not just saying that because I know she'll share - (because she loves me more than her favorite stuffed Minnie Mouse)  


I want to help her get what she deserves because I really love the kid.  

Yep.  I do.  Gracie.

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

The Wedding

I sit in the front pew of the church feeding the baby, jiggling her so she won't cry, and holding my camera ready to push the record button.  I'm not a multi-tasker.  I cannot rub my tummy and scratch my head at the same time.  The wedding is already fifteen minutes late in starting.  The organist is repeating her selections and glancing towards the back of the church...  looking for a sign of life.  





The photographer, who is also my husband (Gary) goes downstairs to see what's taking them so long.  When I left downstairs fifteen minutes earlier the girls were half dressed and Marissa sat with half-a-head of curls while her stylist kneeled beside of her with a lock of hair held tight to the curling iron waiting for another to set.  Jake raced back and forth through the rooms, looking for something to get into.  

Gary returns with the news that they are almost ready.  It seems Jake dropped the ring down the steps...  tink.. tink.. tink...   His mom and dad laugh, three rows back, hearing the news.  It's so...  Jake.  

Soon the wedding begins.  My daughter marries the father of her two children... and they are officially family.