getting back to normal.

I’ve said it before and I will say it again. I have theeeeeeeee best readers in all of the internets!
Thank you for your nice, kind words.  Not one of you said, “Yeah, your arms look like a linebackers!”

I want to say life is back to normal again, but it’s not.  We’ve got that ‘after wedding’ stuff that is cluttering every single room in my house.

We decided to use the Bed, Bath and Beyond cards on organizing our pantry.  Because of Big Heavy and Kami…I am now forced to cook AND bake.  I also have to toss out my mother’s baking sheets she gave me 17 years ago when I moved out.  When I got them they had this semi sticky black burned on film.  I thought that was just the way the pan came.  I used them for years and years before I bought a new pan and I burned something on the pan.  I realized that the pans that my mom gave me didn’t come with that tar on them, she just never washed that crap off.
It didn’t stop me from using them and now I think It’s time to retire them and use the new ones I have.
Don’t get me started on the Pyrex dishes I never got when I moved out.  Don’t ask me about the mix matched set of Pyrex dishes I have from the ‘never returning them’ when some undeserving fool brought me a meal in Pyrex.
Because of this…I will never let my Pyrex dishes that are blue (not the standard clear) out of my site.  I will drummel my name in the bottom so no one steals them!

I have a bunch of random things that I keep bumping into when I try to find the chocolate in the house.  Items SCREAMING at me to unpack and use.

The kids are fully recovered. Alyx and Shea have taken up to staying the night with Dan because he takes them to McDonalds in the morning for breakfast.
Kara has ditched our family for my friend, Ruka.  Ruka has an adorable baby boy and Kara is loving the whole babysitting thing.  Marina has been at her mom’s all week having some good ol’ mommy/daughter time.  Lastly is Tyler who lost his mind the other day and thought he could just do whatever the hell he wanted and stayed the night where he was told he wasn’t allowed to.   He is now grounded and it looks like my backyard might be getting weedeated today.
OF COURSE, I’m guessing about 30 minutes into the project the weed eater will SOMEHOW break and he will have to stop his project until his dad gets home.  He also knows he’s leaving for his mom’s early in the morning so he won’t have to finish this project if the weed eater breaks.
What he doesn’t know is that his dad is beyond pissed about all the stuff he’s hearing from other people. He likes to think he’s being sneaky, but he’s not and his dad is hearing ALL about it.  It’s not looking so good for the 15 year old who is trying to act like a 18 year old.

My other two babies, Earl and Randy (The Nikons- yes, we named and renamed them) did fine through the wedding.  Earl (D70) did great.  Randy didn’t have a battery in him and he didn’t get play.  I took them over to my friend’s house for her birthday and I started to take an indoor shot and realized the flash was popping up, but not firing.  Randy is only a month old and he’s already going back to the shop for repairs.
We have a wedding to shoot in August so I don’t know if I can send him off for repairs or not.  Poor guy is all broken.

You guys haven’t even asked about SPF and honestly I had forgotten it until 6:22 am this morning.
How about this:  Post a picture of your feet.

I have avoided this one for almost a year because someone begged me not to do it.  It’s time. SHOW ME YOUR PIGGIES!!!