Just Another Day

Today I got a text from my husband saying "Take a picture of Todd with a pancake on his head...will explain later."

 

 

 



Fins to the Left!

Todd is a little excited for this weekend to begin...

 

 

"Changes in latitudes, changes in attitudes...if we weren't all crazy we would go insane."

 

 

"It's like trying to reason with hurricane season"



 

"I gotta fly to St. Somewhere..."

 

 

"Drink it up, this one's for you. Honey, it's been a lovely cruise"

 

 

 

Really?

Please tell me this is just a phase he's going through...

 

 

What does "shizzle" even mean?



Oh, the things I see...

I'm sharing a few highlights from my most recent junkin' adventure.

 

Raise the roof, Baby!

 

The Partridge Family Game!

 

Keith Partridge! (sigh)

 

 



Pinkies up!

 

 

Ummmm...

And that's all I have to say about that.

 

Easter Beaver

Due to the sequestration cut backs, the Easter Bunny is no longer on the payroll. We have enlisted the help of another woodland creature to fulfill the duties performed by the Easter Bunny. We are grateful a volunteer has stepped forward to help. I present, Todd the Easter Beaver...

 

 

Todd is very excited for this new endeavor. His face says it all.

 

 

 

Children are drawn to Todd.

 

 

 

Beaver and Sasquatch living harmoniously.

 

 

 

Happy Beavster!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



Lazy Saturday Morning

Enjoying a cup of coffee with Todd. Making plans for the day...

 



A Day Late

Happy St. Patrick's day!

 

Todd finally woke up after celebrating all day yesterday. Beavers are nocturnal animals. I think it had more to do with the green beer. I'm sure there was much Toddfoolery going on...I don't even want to know.

 

 



"Put this bag on your head"

Those were the words that came out of my husband's mouth, the night he gave me my birthday present. So there I sat, with a paper bag over my head wondering what in the heck he was giving me. What could he possibly have gotten me that would require me to wear a bag on my head? I mean, c'mon a bag...on my head...what the heck?  And then... "Remove the bag!"

 

There stood a stuffed beaver staring at me. It was love at first sight. I laughed like I've never laughed before. Usually I'm pretty good at figuring out what Hubs is planning. He got me good this time. The. Best. Birthday. Present. EVER!

 

"Trixie" and "The LargeMan" were here for the unveiling of my beaver. They had known about my gift way back at Christmas, when my Hubs started the planning.

Right away we set out to name the beaver. Many good, funny and innappropriate names were thrown into the ring. I liked Trixie's suggestion the best. It really "fit". And so I present to you... Todd. 

 

 

I later came up with the full and proper name, Woodrow Von Munchausen III, but you can call him "Todd". Isn't he cute? When Hubs planned out the pose, he consulted "Betty" as to how the beaver should be posed. Then Hubs discussed the idea with Dan, the taxidermist (see more of his work here). Hubs asked for the beaver to be standing, and look as though he is "talking to you or giving a speech". Mission accomplished. Todd looks as though at any moment he is going to come to life and start talking. It's like I'm living in Narnia.

 

3 days after my birthday is Hubs birthday. I created a party outfit for Todd to wish Hubs Happy Birthday.

 

 

 

 

True would like to sink her teeth into Todd.

 

 

Up next, St. Patty's Todd...

 

 

 

 

   

 

 



Interesting Folk

I love meeting/seeing interesting people.

 

 

This guy keeps his one year old parrot warm in his shirt during winter. He takes her everywhere... even the tubing hill where we were yesterday.

 

 

 

Snapped this photo while at Disney's Hollywood Studios this past week. These 2 girls were covered in stuffed, plush, Disney characters. My husband thought they were selling the items as they had multiples of certain characters.

 



Back in my day...

While out walking the family beast, something caught my eye.  Who knew a simple, ordinary cap to a water main could put a smile on my face? Immediately my brain was flooded with childhood memories of silly games.

 

 

On our many daily excursions between our house, the neighborhood playground and the penny candy store, we would play a game. The game really had no official beginning or end, it was just played when someone would jump in the grass and yell "Gas, water, stinky fish?" The other kids would try to guess if you were standing on a Gas cap, Water cap or nothing at all.

 

 

Before long we all knew the location of every cap along our well traveled paths.

 

 

We don't have dead fish laying all around our neighborhood. I just happened to have this random photo of a stinky fish corpse from the marina. I thought it was neat. Don't judge me.

 

Please tell me other people played this game...