The aftermath...

I hate to post already this week, but have you had one of those days/nights you will never forget?

We did last night.

As I mentioned yesterday...the boys had big plans to scare the neighborhood.

BUT FIRST....THE CUTENESS....CAN YOU HANDLE IT?

I bought the costume at Carter's from the clearance rack.  Since Button was born, Bunny has been fascinated with all of the "ducky" clothes, blankets, towels, and toys for babies.  So we thought that this costume honored the Ducky Nation.

Oh?  You didn't know there is a Ducky Nation?  Here is the pledge:

" I pledge allegiance to the Ducky flag, of the United Duckies of Ducky Nation.  And to the Ducky Republic for which duckies swim, one Ducky Nation, under the Great Ducky, indivisible, with ducky liberty, and ducky justice for all."

Here is the hitch.  The employee at the store made a statement that the costume was a bit girly...due to the tights.

So I went to work on a exaggerated bow tie and some duck feet. 

Button really loved them.

He kept the costume on for four hours...no fussing.

I have to say...it was truly a memorable night.  Even though they dressed up scary.

When I came home, there was a new "friend" that Mr. Boss bought.

And more spiderwebs in the yard.

The fog machine, strobe lighting and music were the show stoppers.

They scared the young and the old!!  

A lot of screaming and giggling.  

These are girls that were running and spinning....I had my camera set so the shutter was open for a long time to see more light!

Sometimes, there was hysterical laughing.  They would walk up and our spooky friends would be hiding or just in the vicinity standing utterly still like statues.

After the candy was grabbed out of the cauldron with swirling fog, they would turn around and the boys would move.....screaming, running, and then laughing would commence. 

Our house was declared the spookiest in the neighborhood.  

The boys were so excited.

Mr. Boss kept saying "See what you started with that spooky mantle?"

But Button says....

Don't worry...they are just my silly brothers......

They wore their official school uniforms, coats and ties to All Saint's Day Mass today!!!!!

Dear Daddy

Don't let this face fool you.....

I am TROUBLE!!!

Today, Mommy was working on a Butterfly Kiss blanket and the quilts she has in the works.

I, on the other hand, am bored with my toys.

 

And I feel that Mom's toys are sooo much better.

Within seconds of Mommy taking the needlepoint pattern out of my destructive hands, I discovered her frame and needlepoint canvas.  

I especially liked the needle. 

 I showed mommy my advanced fine motor skill.  Did you know that you can un-thread it Daddy?

Mommy spoiled my fun and quickly took it away. 

Of course, while she was busy putting it up, I thought I'd give her yarn basket a try.

Mommy...the yarn is so cool.  It really tangles up nicely.

Daddy...you better hurry and put safety locks on all of mom's kitchen cabinets AND her studio cabinets.

Or life will be over as we know it.

But maybe, just maybe, I will give her this look.

And all will be well!

Note: My shutter speed was giving me trouble, so I started playing with some effects in Photoshop Elements.  Therefore, the funny styled pictures. 

And the name of the texture?   

Dark Stroke....just like the dark side this little guy has!

 

My PhD

 

I was perusing my Facebook.  An ad for Cafepress popped up.

This is what they offer on a T-shirt.

I think someone is trying to tell me something.

Brain damaged

Have you ever seen Bill Cosby's show Himself? 

Photo borrowed from the internet....somewhere.....

Here is my favorite quote from that show:

"My wife and I have five children and the reason we have five children is we do not want six. And those we have we want to get out of the house, before we die. Just to get them out. Because all children have brain damage. Now those of you who have no children let me describe the brain damage. You come in the room with a Coca Cola, you set it down you go to get a news paper. Child comes walking in grabs the drink. You say Gimme that! Didn't I just tell you not to drink it? The child says "Uhh Huh". You say What did I just say? "You said but for not to not you drink." So every time I tell you that don't I I say every time I have a drink don't you drink it, don't I say that? "Uhh Huh". Now tell me what I said. "You said but for not to not you drink." That's right. So you put it down to go and get the paper the child picks it up again and quickly starts to drink it. You say Gimme that! Didn't I just tell you to ahhhhh... Well why did you do it? "I don't know". Well that's brain damage. And that's what parents have to deal with all day. That's all you see, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know. My parents never smiled because I had brain damage. My wife and I don't smile because our children are loaded with it. Ohh my parents smile now, when ever they come over to my house. When they see how much trouble I'm having. Ohh they have a ball. "Having a little trouble eh son?"

Bill Cosby, 1983

So here is MY brain damaged story!  

Remember these jewelry bezels here? 
I was so excited Friday morning because I was delivering them to our school for the Auction Preview day.  I love when I get a project done and can let all my stresses go.

As I laid out the bezels on the table to display, I realized I was missing EIGHT bezels.
  Not one, but EIGHT!

I panicked.  I was about to throw up.  My girlfriend tried to calm me and told me to go home and look.  

I arrived home. They were NOWHERE!  I worried because I have been doing spring cleaning and thought maybe it was tossed out by accident.  As I sat down, I was ready to cry.  
I finally gave up, and all of a sudden it hit me.  I took EIGHT bezels to Hobby Lobby to choose the ribbon I had tied to them.  Where were they?

In my diaper bag THE WHOLE TIME.


So disaster averted and off to the school I went.


Until I got there and was ready to get out of the car.  I couldn't find the bezels.  I searched the car.  NO luck. 
Banging of the head on the steering wheel commenced.  

I must have left them in my studio.

So I trucked myself home again. When I walked into the studio....


They weren't there.


I searched high and low.  Where were they?  In my diaper bag.


So I spent 3 hours (yes, the school is 30min from our house, one way).

And they were in my diaper bag the whole time.

I am definitely BRAIN DAMAGED.


All tongue in cheek...I would never make fun of someone who actually was!