Hang Ten... Dude...

Did you know...

That you can easily view the full screen image

of any photo or digital page on the blog??

Just click on it... and away you'll go.

Breaker One-Nine...

"This here's The Rubber Duck..."
Man - O - Man.
CB's were The Bomb.
Am I going out on a limb and irrevocably dating myself here??
Looooonnnnng, Loooooooonnnnnnng Ago... before texting...
before cell phones... before pagers even... there were CB Radios.
They were all kinds of Awesome and my folks had one in each car AND one in the living room. I must have been about 7 years old when I saw the movie "Convoy" and found myself in hog heaven. I remember loving Kris Kristofferson's gravelly voice and handsome face. And let's not forget the movie's bad ass nature and of course, the foul language. Yes, my love of profanity started very early indeed :) Who could say if the movie was actually any good, all I know for sure is that it made a huge impression and tied in nicely to the subculture my family was experiencing.

And while we're broaching CB lingo here folks...
What was your "Handle"??
I don't remember if my brother & I had them...
but my parents went by: 'Sassy Momma' & 'Tumbleweed'.
... (crackle, squawk) "Ye-ah, that's a big ten-four."
Sweet memories that plant a big, enormous goofy grin on my face.

Why do I even remember such things???
Because it was so damn cool. Aaaaand I was 7.
Here's hoping our boys will have just as many fabulous memories!

Admittedly, I probably won't be able to maintain my current momentum with all of these totally lame ass Witty titles referencing numbers.
Alright, alright. Keep it down.
Don't get all riled up.
After all, I'm here to amuse myself...
Obviously.

And with that I give you :



A little refresher for those that remember...
and for those who haven't a clue.
70's films and Vinyl... ahhh, what could be better.

One more with meaning, featuring clips from the movie...
I love You Tube!



Sure CB's are still out there... but they've gone the way of the Ham Radio. Seems that only die hards and truckers are still putting them to good use. And on that note...
"Over and out, Good Buddy."

Crazy Eight...

One Week = 7 Days

Holy Smokes!
Would you look at that.

Seven Days... Done.

Only 358 more to go.

It's not so bad...

thus far.

Some might even consider it diverting.

Least ways, it's more fun that getting sucker punched in the throat,

having your hair pulled or getting head butted in the mouth.

I'm here to report: That little Flynn... he's a firecracker.

Strong as Hell too.

And not that I would know about such things...

but it's got to be a helluva lot more enjoyable than say --
scouring the toilets.

Here's hoping the next 7 will go as smoothly.

And with that I give you...

More from Moraine.

I'm really digging the softness of these pages.
And the photos... Oh Those Photos!!
They make my heart go Pitter Pat.

Pitter. Pat. Pitter. Pat.

I just don't simply love them...
I Leeeeeuuuuuuuuuvvvvvvve Them!

Be still my heart...

I may faint dead away...

Following 5 and Preceding 7... Six

Moraine State Park is only a short(ish) little jaunt from where we are. It's truly a lovely place. There's a beautiful little lake, surrounded by a plethora of lush, gorgeous trees and features a totally magnificent walking/biking path that winds and twists it's way along the water's edge. There is usually a fair amount of wind, so hats and sweatshirts are generally required. Of course the windy rewards pay off huge with the stunning views, frequently dotted with the most adorable little sail boats. It's ahhhmazing... and if we take all the back roads (which are never in short supply around here) the drive to and from always proves to be quite grand as well.

We often make our way up on the weekends and just dilly dally about for a few hours. This weekend we went for a marvelous walk. H-Man collected various treasures from nature, Flynn slept, we got in a bit of exercise and Evai (our Boston Terrier) got so tuckered out that she had to ride in the stroller. It was a hoot.

aaaaahhhhh....

Thoroughly enjoyable.

(Sigh. Big Sigh.)

Good Stuff.

High - Five... Project 365

The Boys... P & H are cooking together right now.

The commentary coming out of the kitchen is priceless!

As They Say in Golf.... Four!

I sure do miss The P's old work schedule...
the one where he worked 4 days a week,
and every week ended with a glorious 3 day weekend.

Sure the hours each day were longer,

and the commute was a bitch.

But jeesh,
Two day weekends aren't long enough!

They just fly right by...
how can it already be Sunday??!

Three Down... Project 365

Whew.

Today was pretty gruelling... but in a totally good way.

One of those days that only a parent could appreciate...

or in all honesty, would even want to.

The joys of H-Man getting pittle on his shirt by way of having a potty accident. Then, because that's not anywhere close to enough drama, going completely apeshit when I suggested he change it. No fuss was made over the removal of his pants, or his beloved airplane socks. But when we got to the shirt - Whoa. Saying that he Absolutely Refused to take it off would be considered a cataclysmic understatement. Every attempt resulted in him screaming like a banshee and streaking through the house naked from the waist down. The 'Monster' shirt was not about to come off willingly, and not even the bribe of a 'Dinosaur' shirt was going to change that. Normally, I would have just let it go... but since this wasn't your average amount of dribble, I simply couldn't. I mean, come on... it's Gross. Like gag, sputter and choke - Gross. However, the idea didn't prove to be as repulsive to a 3 year old. So after a 5 minute discussion on just how icky and down right repugnant it would be to wear something that was soaked with urine and smelt like a portable toilet - things ended just about how you'd expect.

I basically had to sit on him to peel the damn thing off.

- interject -
"Find a happy place. Find a happy place."

Which was followed by about 17 hours of moaning and groaning and sobbing and wailing. Interwoven with stories of : "Henry is Sad"... "don't be Bad, Mom"... and of course the real clincher -- "Henry want to talk to Dad."

Hmph.

On a happier note: Flynn puked all day long and I didn't get a shower.

But the Doctor assures me that he doesn't need medication for his reflux. Yet.

What terrifically disgusting news.

So basically... the short of it is:
not every 365 entry is going to get it's own page. I'm giving myself permission right now to allow for some multiple day pages... it's all good and will work out in the end. Besides, I'm pretty sure that my sanity will thank me. And the limiting 24 hours in each day will demand it.

Project 365... Dia Dos

Our sweet little Flynner...

Growing up so fast!

Can't believe he's already 6 months old...

Soon to be 7 -- Yikes!

A Crazy Little Thing... This Blog

Hey!!

Have you noticed??

Yeah... Me neither.

Dog-Eared Blog just rolled over...

Wait for it...

Five Thousand Visits!

Wowzers!!

That's pretty stellar for a Friends & Family Blog...

That isn't listed in any web related directories.

It's hard to believe that

I've been at it for a year and a half.

Still...

It's even harder to believe that

folks take time out of their own busy lives and visit.

So Thank You...

For stopping by, dropping in and hanging out with us.

You make it all worth while ;)

Project 365... One A Day

: Project 365 : Ambitions :
to capture or document at least one photo a day...
for an entire year.

On a good day... Maybe More.

With any luck I'll somehow manage to keep up.

Here's Hoping :)

Some Mean Ass Soup...

Seriously Folks...
I have genuinely been kickin' some mighty fine

derrieres in the soup department lately.

Meet my latest creation
and this week's top contender... thus far:

I love soup in the fall.
And this one is absolutely off the charts...
Beyond Awesome Good!

BeAwesome Bean Medley

Ingredients:

1 package Kielbasa (de-skinned and cubed)
1 small diced Onion
1 Minced Garlic Clove
1 Tablespoon Olive Oil

1 can Pinto Beans
1 can Great Northern Beans
1 can Black Beans
1 can Black Eyed Peas
1 can Italian Stewed Tomatoes
1 can Corn
1 can Chicken Broth
1/2 cup Wild Rice
2-4 Tablespoons Worcestershire Sauce (to taste)
White Pepper, Black Pepper and Sea Salt to taste.

Preparation Instructions:

De-skin and cube sausage. Brown in a pan along with onion, oil and garlic - season to taste. Remove from heat.

In the crockpot add entire contents of all canned items (including all liquids, do not drain) : beans, tomatoes, corn and chicken broth. Stir in the cooked sausage and onion mixture. Followed by your wild rice, Worcestershire and spices. Cook on high for 4 hours, or low for 7-8 hours.

Of course I came up with this on the fly and you could just as easily prepare it on the stove top. A recipe like this is very forgiving, so don't be afraid to use what you have on hand. The real secret here is the White Pepper and the Worcestershire Sauce - don't be stingy, the flavor they add is totally BeAwesome!

Enjoy :)