Cherry Pickin' Finger Lickin' Fun

Working on being a little spontaneous these days. Turning away from the Type A/OCD pitfalls. Leaving the laundry unfolded. Dishes in the sink. Ack...beds unmade!! Not always..... but trying. My sister called and said she was taking the kids cherry picking. We turned the car around and went along. Even with NO CAMERA!!! It was a fun day, and there were loads of cherries. The kids all got along....a minor miracle between cousins! They climbed the ladders all the way to the tops of the trees with nary a "GET DOWN FROM THERE!" to be heard.

They ate themselves sick, and, with the first cherry thrown by Auntie, had an all out cherry war! We practiced our cherry pit spitting skills too! Cheese popcorn and ice cream for lunch.

Then home to pit a peck of cherries.

And wash the homeless children! No pics of Julian.....ten pounds of cherries caught up with her!!

Lucille ate her fair share too! There's something to be said for spontaneity!

Not so helpful....

..... alternately titled "I'd rather roll over and die than weed the garden" or "HELP! I've fallen and I can't get up!!"

Either way...Slash is NOT a good gardening helper!

Just say 'NO'

This is Teddy's Jaw.....

.....this is Teddy's jaw on crack; ummm, I mean CRACKED.

It's hard to see, but the long bone on the left is nice and straight...
From the chin straight up to around his ear.

The other pesky bone starts off nice and straight, but makes a hard left turn right by his ear. THIS is NOT optimal bone structure. This is a jaw fracture. This is 2 days, 1 doctor, 1 specialist, Xrays, CT scans and pins and needles in my ass, worth of broken jaw.
And here is my next expenditure.....a buncha' wisdom teeth. Where's the wisdom when you NEED it??? If it had been in place, Teddy would have MOVED OUT OF THE WAY of the curveball!!!

Brain Damage

This is my boy's newest hobby. I think it is called "I-am-so-stupid-you-wouldn't-even- believe-it".

Because they are not stupid ENOUGH...they are going to spend the day beating the crap out of each other.

And because they are wearing head gear and gloves, it somehow does NOT count as beating the crap out of each other.

Nor does blood, or the shrewish voice of their mother threatening to ground them forever.

Really...there are no words. They are just stupid. And stupid is as stupid does.

And speaking of stupid (AND newest hobby) THIS is what happens when you are a STUPID DOG. A stupid dog who tries to take on a car.

Because, really, for the next AT LEAST SIX and maybe TEN weeks I would most definitely, certainly LOVE to nothing but babysit this crazy ass dog, as WELL AS clean these pins off each day.

BUT I do have the privilege of tripping over him 24 hours a day, as well as being constantly speared in the back of the leg by the big cone-head. Something is definitely in the water. And that something is called stupid. And as you know, there is NO cure for stupid. Valium, please.