do you know what a miracle looks like?

Let me show you!

Funny how you make friends in the most unreal ways. My blog friend Debbie at Talking Trash has held an actual MIRACLE in her hands, she is her Granddaughter. Sweet baby above Bella could not wait to meet everyone and showed up at the party better then 4 months early. Check her out. There is word on the street that she is actually going to be headed home soon, how lucky for her Mom and Dad.

Part of today's festivities are that I also am supposed to post a baby picture, let me tell you what a heartbreak that is. My computer had a terminal illness in 2006/07 that terminated many of my images...heart breaker I know. Best thing is I have the original subjects so I will just have to figure out how to get them off my old external hard drive. Thank god for that.

The best I can offer you is a baby picture of our dog...crazy huh?! Because let me tell you my babies were darn cute too! Someday I will get those on my computer and make you come look at them, ok?

So if you don't mind I will sip on a pretty pink cocktail and enjoy this "virtual Baby Shower" for the little Preemie-Dona known as Bella!

Want a corona with that prescription?

"Huh?, What are they thinking"

Well, This Time I had my camera so I could share it with others and see if I am just a crackpot or is this weird?

Del is an Doctor of Osteopathic medicine. Wouldn't you think the beer sign and corona flags might take some of his credibility away? Then again you can go to the doctor and have a drink all at the same time!

I do not know. Maybe I have just been spoiled by having my doctors in medical facilities and not bars...I am such a snob that way!

In all fairness to Del, I think he may have a door on the other side of his building, but I am not sure. His observational skills definitely are lacking because his sign is right above the door to a freakin' bar!

Find me Friday

I am partaking in Ali's "Find me Friday". She is the sweetest girl that just lost the most amazing pup in a unfortunate turn of events. My thoughts are with her, funny how we become so attached to our animals. My family suffered a heartbreaking loss a couple weeks ago of the most amazing cat EVER! I think we are just finally starting to hold ourselves together a little more. It sure hurts though.

So back to the point of this post-

So recently we tool a Ferry ride over to the Washington Peninsula to visit the newest cousin in the family! While the ferry was docking we noticed this on the piers.

Can you see what it is?

Look at this one...



or this one...



Yup those anoying birds that try to steal your food as you are having a picnic on the beach. As it turns out baby seagulls are spotted and very cute. This Mama had 3 we could see in her nest.

I am going to share a few more so bare with me, once I started looking I had a few more I wanted to post

Our Gracie Bleu that mysteriously disappeared 2 weeks ago.

Trevor's helmet with Trevor hiding beind it. When I tell you he is da bomb, I mean it!

What a crazy hat Megan is wearing in this picture from a couple summers ago. Looks a little like Davie Crockets raccoon skin hat. But is it a hat, nooooooo.

Nope it is just Aunties Havenese Puppy Jack Jack. All this cuteness and he dances too!

no cake for me, thanks

When I was in nursing school I had a valuable opportunity to visit an actual cadaver lab at the Bastyr College. How amazing it was to see the actual operating system of a real human body. Those images live with me even still. Although not in only positive ways. After that experience I developed a huge intolerance for certain foods. Things that look a little too much like the meat we all carry with us all the time. Certain things I will not eat at all. Other things I can eat-- if I do not prepare it and have to handle the uncooked product. One of my friends from school is a vegetarian even still after that experience.

I am finding I have this thing in my head that once I have a negative image associated with something it is hard to want to ingest it.

Which leads me to this, certainly I cannot be the only one with this idiosyncrasy.

But really, who would make a cake that looks like this?

A kitty litter cake?!

I know it is a cake but I think I would hurl if somebody offered me this as a token of my Birthday celebration. I feel bad posting it on my blog for you to see, but I promise it is a cake...would you eat a piece?

I found this photo on one of my favorite recipe sites All Recipes

But if you want the recipe for this cake just click on the words kitty litter cake below the picture. If you make it--you are sick and disgusting, just so you know! But please take no offense to that because I really tend to like sick and disgusting people, they make me laugh a lot.

Dust yourself and get back on that pony

I previously shared that I had injured myself just a little bit. If your squeamish better leave now! There is no blood but it is a little ugly.

Here is how it happened-

The other half was monkeying around with the little trail/dirt bike he has. Giving the kids rides and having some good old fun! I heard some words of confidence in my riding abilities-mind you before he purchased this bike I never drove anything with two wheels faster then I could peddle! I had boyfriends before with motorcycles but never did more then sit on the back and enjoy the ride.

I gave it a whirl...I was having fun!

I even got up my confidence and went a little faster and further then I have before. I was a natural!

NOT

I would like to travel through time to talk to who ever designed motorcycles.

Why is the throttle right next to the brake?

Because maybe some moron, who has no business sitting her arse on one, might in a moment of panic confuse the two.

It could happen!

When you start to fall you should not have to remember that the gas is next to the brake! I present the proof that I forgot. I would NEVER post a picture of myself in a swimsuit here but with you I will share my road rash!

day 3--love that shade of purple, how about you? Yup, it is giant, I suppose swelling is to be expected. Damn! Knee sprained too-ouch!

Lessons learned

1. Always wear a helmet, I am glad I did not have a headache to go with my limp
2. Throttle is on the right hand grip...oh yeah, the brake is around there somewhere too
3. Fall down far away from the rest of your people, that way no pictures will exist of actual fall-so glad!
4. Make sure the kids see your giant "owies" so next time they have a tiny sliver you can remind them how tough you are-then offer to amputate their foot. That always works!
5. Always get back on one more time after a fall-who wants the last time you did anything be the time you wiped out. I did and am glad-it hurt but I am glad.


** correction: my husband has advised me the brake I was supposed to use was by my right foot. Apparently the one by my hand is a secondary brake for the front wheel. I think his telling me this has now assured I will never ride it again. At least my car only has one brake for me to make it stop! **

Peek-a-boo!

I am taking part in Blessed Country Moms new Friday Peekaboo Friday--Mostly because I injured myself and I need a day to recoup before I join the living... Just wait for the story-it's a doosy! In the mean time enjoy my peek-a-boo picture of my Mega-Moo.

a rainbow to brighten your day

My eldest made a little bit of art for you all. Enjoy... she promptly ate it so the picture is all I have left.

tip for using a pay shower

When you see this sign your math skills are very important!

Do not confuse it with 1 minute 25 seconds

1.25 minutes =1 minute 15 seconds

Not a huge difference unless you are showering with your

daughter, bring only 3 quarters and are planning to rinse your
hair last. If you do that, you just may end up rinsing your
hair in the ice cold bathroom sink. I'm just saying.

That extra 30 seconds would have been so nice!

Catch ya later!

I am taking my kidlets camping till Thursday with 250 cub scouts. Wish me luck! Hope for sun! Pray for me-I will need it!

Try not to have too much fun while I am kid wrangling.

Has it been that long already?

My invite came but I am avoiding the party.

I hated high school. My boyfriends were older or attended other schools, most of my friends were at another school.

Why do I need to go back and try to pretend to be something I am not?

How many of you attend your reunions?

Cake and Ice cream for all!

Happy Birthday to my neighbors to the north!

It has never been a secret that I as long as I have been grown I wished I was Canadian. Really! It is not that I am a scrooge and hate America I just think Canadians rock it like no one else. I love to vacation there so I can be extra friendly and say "ay" more then I should, since I am from "the states", as they call it.

This in fact is my dream car for the last several years. Can you see the roof. LOVE IT!

I suspect it may come from my wanting to be different and what other way to be different then to come from somewhere else? I was even told by a family member that nothing was stopping me and I could move there. I forgive him--he would miss me. I know that, he knows that too!

I make no apology for wishing I was a Canuck!

With that I must give a big holla out and say Happy Birthday Canada! Your present is in the mail!