Monday, November 29, 2010

Paws For a Moment and Enjoy . . .

"Fur" sure, dude!

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

This Would Be a Piece of Cake for Me. Ho hum.

I'm pretty sure I could do any of the stunts featured in this video. Any one of them. If I wanted to. I just happen to not want to. But I'm sure I could if I wanted to. Every single one of them. Without exception. If I really, really wanted to.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Boo! (Part IV)


[tee-dee-uhs, tee-juhs]
1. Marked by tedium; long and tiresome: tedious tasks, a tedious journey.
2. Wordy, so as to cause weariness or boredom, as a speaker or writer.
What? Another "Boo!" post yet again? Yeah, yeah. I know this whole "Boo!" thing is getting "tedious." No need to tell me definition #2 especially applies here. So sorry. I seem to have this condition in that once I start something I require myself to see it through to the bitter, brutal end no matter who gets hurt in the process. Unfortunately, you long-sufferers end up getting dragged along in my somewhat OCD world of blogging. That is, if you are still reading. In which case, may I offer you a stiff drink to make it through? (A&W makes a mean root beer. Just FYI.) And if you're not still reading, I hope to high heaven you're off doing something spectacular like stalking Johnny Depp. I'll give you a pass for not reading my blog if you are off stalking Johnny Depp.

So now. Down to business. Boo! (Part IV): Check out Mr. Black Hat! He was soooooo envious of my red curlers under my headscarf. Look at him! He can't take his eyes (or what's left of his eyes) off of my super-wonky curlers! It was so weird, you guys.

I must give credit where credit is due: In putting my ensemble together, I was totally inspired by that brilliant fashionista, Lisa A. She wears this look so much better than I ever could. But isn't that what fashion is all about--copying and totally ripping off other designers? Yesiree, bob, indeed it is. Just ask Hans Christian Andersen. His fashion-forward style that is showcased near the end of his "The Ugly Duckling" tale was TOTALLY looted, plundered, copied, and ripped off by wacky Bjork. (Check! It! Out! Here!)

Because the picture shown above whacked off my darling shoes, my head gets whacked off in this next photo. Turn around is fair play, I guess. Anywho, I want you to really feast on these shoes! They were my mother's shoes, and I am quite certain they are at least as old as me. My mom must have bought them around 1979 (nyuk, nyuk) or thereabouts, because I have never known life without these shoes perched so prettily in my mom's closet. Until now. Now these shoes are in MY closet. My mom asked which of her possessions I would like to eventually receive. Before the question had even left her mouth, I blurted out, "THE RUBY SLIPPERS!"

And now, for the love of pete, how long will ya'll continue to graciously take one for the team and endure these "Boo!" posts full of ramblings and photos featuring my family's best Sundee-go-to-meetin' clothes? Wait. What? You thought we were dressing up for Halloween parties? You guys. You're silly. We're showing off the very best duds we've got, dontcha know.

Hmm. I wonder what I should whip up for dinner tonight as I vacuum my rug, help Beaver with his homework, and give Wally sound dating advice, all while wearing my pearls and bright red lipstick and THE RUBY SLIPPERS. Tuna casserole with potato chips? Gee, that sounds swell!

(Some of the Beav's favorites dishes
brought to you by Mrs. Ward {June} Cleaver)

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Almost Twinners!

Ashley and Jordan are practically twins because they share nearly the same birthday! Oh, except that they actually don't share the EXACT same day--their birthdays are six days apart. Other than that, they could be twinners! So cool, huh! Well, except that they weren't born in the EXACT same year--somebody (ol' man Jordan) is three years older and wiser. But who's counting? Other than that, they could be EXACTLY like the Olsen twins! Um, except that their parentage is not EXACTLY the same so technically they couldn't be twinners, I guess. Well, humphf. (Ah, well, I guess that is actually a good thing . . . .) I still say they are practically twins anyway, since they both love Indian food (ew), and nothing screams twins quite like the shared love of pure cow ghee.

See what I mean?
I feel vindicated now.


Sunday, November 14, 2010

Boo! (Part III)

Gaaacckkk! Oooh, ooooh! Ow! Ow! Owwwwww! YEEEEEEEEEOW! OUCH THAT HURTS! My eyeballs! Burning like the dickens! Ouch, ouch, ouch! My retinas! They're killing me! I am being blinded by those pasty white legs on scrawny Farmer Dave! Do you see them? Ooooh, YEOW!

Beyond that, here is a little PSA for ya'll: Did you know that one can hide an entire Butterball turkey, accompanied by all of the Thanksgiving trimmings (including, but not limited to, the ubiquitous green bean casserole), down one's pants if it is the right pair of pants? Just FYI.

Aaaaaaand, here we go again. I don't think I want even the mere mention of my name to be attached to the shenanigans going on here. And, apparently neither do these guys since they seem to be using the ol' bank-robber-nylons-over-the-head disguise that has always really, really grossed me out for some odd reason. Always. Every time.

Oh, the details are on their way. Don't you worry about that. You'll find out soon enough, and then you'll wish that you hadn't. Or maybe it's just me and my extremely robust gag reflex. In any event, stay tuned . . .

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Boo! (Part II)

The good guys always wear the white sombrero! And, in Sean's case, a white camisa and white pantalones. Or, is it pantaloons? Wheee! Whatever. I guess all of this white should give us a little clue about this El Guapo and his pure, kind heart.

Sean maintained only the appearance of packin' heat at this family-friendly hoohah. He wisely left his gleaming "enforcer" at home. Good thing, too; this little girl totally looks like she would have swiped it to show off her mad machete skills, and then, who knows exactly what skittish little Pinocchio down the hallway would have screamed this time around with his poor little nose dangling by only a smidgeon of duct tape.

At a different hoohah where weapons were not only allowed, but encouraged (say whaaa? Grandma? Grandpa? Must you?), Sean greets Mr. Red Eyeballs with, "Hey buddy! Despite the fact that you're a black-hat-wearin' type of a dude, wanna be mi amigo?!!! C'mon, now. Say, 'si, si, seƱor' . . . or else!" Ahem.

Whoo, boy. You don't EVEN want to know what's going on here. But you will know. Eventually. Perhaps in my post "Boo! (Part III)", or "Boo! (Part IV)", or "Boo! (Part XXXIII)". Oh dear. Part XXXIII? Seriously? Yawn. So sorry. Just brace yourself for the long haul, and it will aaaaaalllll be okay.

Friday, November 05, 2010

Boo! (Part I)

Christian's costume came together around 11:48 p.m. the evening prior to the morning when he wanted to wear a costume to school. And, I use the term "morning" loosely; what I really mean is, at the crack of dawn. When no human person should be expected to rouse from their sweet, sweet bed. When a functioning brain DOES NOT function. In other words, much, much, MUCH too early for my taste. That's the "morning" that I'm talking about, that's the "morning" time when Christian needed this get-up. Ack.

So, there we were scuttling and improvising and getting all crazy-creative with Christian's costume around midnight which, just so ya know, happens to be when my functioning brain DOES function. (Alas! If only the rest of the world would succumb to my schedule, life would tick along so much more pleasantly for everyone. Sigh.) Anywho! If this last minute scurrying seems waaaaayyy too familiar, you're right. Remember this? I am sensing a pattern here . . . .)

And now, I present to you one heckuva stud, if I do say so myself--and I do:

Christian carried a Sharpie in his holster as his weapon, challenging classmates to a "draw"! He ditched the cigar before leaving home--didn't want to give any false impressions and all that jazz. Such a good boy.

Liner notes: Cigar courtesy of Pepperidge Farm Pirouette Rolled Wafers; Frye boots courtesy of Farmer Dave; rivet belt courtesy of Deon's closet (really?); serape courtesy of previous role as Shepherd A in live nativity presentation; sombrero courtesy of um, uh, oooh, you got me there, we've just always had it in the dregs of the basement; holster courtesy of Christian's cowpoke phase when he was around 16 er, four; studly stud courtesy of Christian.

Tuesday, November 02, 2010

Thank Goodness!

Last year, I was inspired by my sis-in-law, Beth, who blogged about her Thanksgiving jar. I modified the idea a bit and came up with this messy concoction, which we sent to Sean after Thanksgiving Day:

The rule was that each day during November everyone in the family needed to write one thing for which they were thankful. I also made it a requirement for any guest who entered our home to do the same. (Yup. You have to really, really want to come to our house cuz I make people pay big time for the privilege! Ha!)

Because reading all of these blessings each day during November of last year gave me such a yippy-skippy feeling inside, I decided to do a repeat/redux/reboot this year. And so it begins:

Your turn. C'mon. Although you're not physically in my house, you are in my house, if you get my drift. Let's hear it from you guys! Finish this sentence: Today I am thankful for ______. You'll make me feel yippy-skippy if you play along, soooooo . . . ready, set, go!