Happy Memorial Day Weekend

I saw this this morning at the rec center and I had to take a picture.

And here are some flower pics.

Sleepover Frog

The gp's were gracious enough to take the Frog for another night so I could crash early after eating an entire Amy's frozen pizza for the second night in a row and Chris could play video games for hours without interruption. At the gp's Frog gets to go on walks outside, play with a whole new set of toys, and bang on the piano which is much more fun than being home with her parents.

Lend me your ear and I'll sing you a song.

Plastic storage containers make the best toys!

Is it just me or is genius Frog reading the music?!

That's a tired Frog.

Greatest Story Ever

I work with some real characters.  The chief among them being Ray Welnack.  Chris and I often quote his, "Piss on you bitch" line which comes in handy when you want to quickly tell someone off.  He is in charge of the garage on campus and oversees Rooster, the mechanic.  Ray just left my office and I must report to you that he just told me one of the greatest stories I've ever heard.  I'm going to tell it to you as it was told to me so it will involve a lot of swears. 

Ray comes in my office and asks where Brian is.  Brian is our irrigation guy and he's always mad at someone or something.  Always.  For this reason everyone calls him Cryin or Cryin Brian.  I tell Ray that Brian is on vacation.  We trade a couple of stories about Brian getting mad recently.  And Ray says, "You should have known him when he first started working here.  He was an even bigger asshole.  I remember one of the first days he worked here he was standing around in the garage and he says, everyone one of you motherfuckers that has been here for more than ten years should be fired so they can get new blood in here."  So Ray says to Brian, "Is that right?"  Brian says "That's right."  Ray goes to his office and writes down on his calender the day Brian made this statement.  Ray waits.  TEN YEARS LATER, TO THE DAY Ray hears Brian out in the garage.  Ray walks right up to Brian and gets in his face and says, "When are you gonna leave motherfucker?"  Brian is completely confused and says, "what?"  Ray says, "I said when are going to leave you cryin bastard?"  Again Brian says what.  Ray says, "Ten years ago you said everyone that has worked here for ten years should leave so I want to know when you are leaving.  Central Expressway runs north and south so hit the fucking road you sorry motherfucker."  Ray says Brian remembered the statement and therefore couldn't argue.  Ray then adds that Rooster almost "shit his pants" because he was laughing so hard.  Ray went on to explain that the reason Brian is always complaining and getting mad is because he has "bitch tendensies" because he was raised by his mother. 

Ray waited ten years, transferring the date each year to his new calender.  What a sick mind!  I love it.

Ray Welneck.

TGFGP's

Last night and tonight my parents are keeping Edie so I can come home from work and crash. Frog probably has more fun with them anyway.

Morning Sickness Sucks

I feel like sh&$.  I don't know why they call it morning sickness because it's really all day and night sickness.  I don't feel like doing ANYTHING, blogging included.  I hope I feel better tomorrow.  Until then no posts.  Sorry.

Weekend Update

Chris' parents, Andy and Karen, came in this weekend for a quick visit.  They crammed in as much Edie as they could while they were here.  They (Karen) even babysat so Chris, Liz, and I could run to Northpark.  When we came back Andy was asleep on the couch and Karen was playing with the Frog.  It was a great visit.  Andy talked me out of looking for a new house.  Chris and I will meet today with his architect to see about turning our useless, knotty pine room into the master.  If we could do that our house would be perfect except for the fact that we feed into a horrible junior high that is not an option for the Frog.  But we have 4-5 years to get into RISD.

Karen reading to Edie.

Feeding the Frog.

The Frog looking at her larger twin.  I think she is starting to look like Andy or at least their heads have similar shapes.

Yesterday morning Edie and I went to the O'Connor/Rushes to celebrate Amy's and Sarah's 24th birthdays.  LEFT OVER MEXICAN FOOD FROM TUCKER'S from Amy's graduation party the night before.  That's all I need to say.  Tamale tarts, spinach and mushroom quesadillas, queso, chips, little beef empanadas, pulled pork something or others, basically your dream brunch food.  And we all know food like that is better eaten as a left overs.   Do I wish I'd eaten more?  Yes.  Did I eat a lot, possibly too much?  Yes.

Edie and Nancy.

Checking things out.

Taylor and Mary. 

And a deluxe beach towel from Mimi.

Gibbons looking on.

Nancy holding her grandson.  I think Edie was a little jealous.

Edie loves the ladies.

Look at Dad curled up on the couch.

 

With Steve.

It was an extremely busy weekend for Gibby.

Before Liz flew back to New Mexico we took a quick trip to a local stable so Frog could see some animals in person.  The horses were sweet and let us pet their noses but it pretty hard to beat courting peacocks.  The males were strutting their stuff all over the property.  It was hilarious. 

And... bedtime.