Happy 4th of July!

I know it's still the 3rd but I am working on my personal righteousness and I've decided that blogging on Sunday is EVIL. So, after some serious self-reflection and a few virgin margaritas, I have decided to seek more glory, eh, righteousness by not blogging on the most Holy of days. Don't cry, we'll see each other again on terrestrial Monday and I'll be back at my blog, diet coke in hand, ignoring my children to inform you about the important details of my fascinating journey. (In all seriousness, do you not LOATHE, how reality show contestants constantly use the word "journey"? It's completely ruined for me now. Such a shame. It had such potential.)

Anyway, Happy 4th of July. Wish you were all here in Heavenly Hana celebrating with me. Well, maybe not, because that could create a crowding issue and where would everyone go to use the toilet? And if everyone peed in the bushes then it would probably kill all my plants, right?

Peace out.

Hi-ee as Max calls it.

Betty

Dear Betty,

I am so glad to hear that we are friends! I was thrilled this morning at 3 a.m. when facebook notified me that you had decided to include me as one of your 743 friends. I really feel like our friendship is off to a good start despite the fact we have never met. Or wait, was that you, in the grocery store that commented (as I wheeled by) on the contents of my cart? If so, I'm glad that we could start a friendship on something so unassuming as hotdogs.

I do hope you won't be offended when I don't immediately answer your friendship request. I feel like we need to have a few more conversations (perhaps about broccoli?) before I let you know my birthday, my likes/dislikes, my other friends and view my kids pictures, etc. I'm sure that we will soon be the best of the best of friends. But let's take this new relationship slowly. I'm kind of old-fashioned that way but since we are friends, I'm sure you'll understand.

Sincerely,

Erica

13 Years and Alligator teeth

I have yet to train him. Or kill him. (I might have thrown a pillow at him once.) And I still quite enjoy his company. I guess it's a good thing I love him. I think I'm in for the long haul.

Jackson and the Alligator tooth caper

We found the perfect gift for Jackson: real, certified-Florida Alligator teeth. He was overcome with excitement and declared the teeth, "the best gift ever". He proceeded to show them around the neighborhood and insert them into water balloons and blow them up. Who would have thought one could have such fun with decaying teeth? A few days later, Jackson got to thinking. He had a whole bag full of these teeth and you can only insert so many into a balloon at a time... so he wondered, perhaps the Tooth Fairy might be interested in them. Perhaps, he could make a little dough on the side. This seemed a brilliant scheme to him. The tooth fairy likes teeth, right? Why wouldn't she pay some good money for the Alligator teeth? Besides, he was tired of waiting for his teeth to come out...

I thought nothing of it, until the next morning when I walked into his room and I saw his tooth fairy under his pillow with a few Alligator teeth strewn around it. Do you think his plan will work?

Good news: My Sister snagged herself a M-A-N.

(Picture stolen from afore mentioned Sister's blog at night while lurking.)

Congratulations! I love you. Now, when do we get to see the "hardware"?

(May I respectfully suggest that you view this post while listening to the classic Weather Girls' song, "It's raining men.")

Kate shines..

Kate as "The Bus"