Thursday, May 28, 2015

More kids

At her most Bob Mould

Friend$

That "playing card" look

Speaking of Don,

I was at the church across the street from my mYsTeRiOuS wOrKpLaCe and there in the basement was a watercolor of said church done by my dad in 1982!  Wait, what?

Bored at another mixdown

"What does this have to do with [Iron Man/Turtles]?"

My folks in the cute years

One of my brothers brought over a photo album I'd never seen of my parents at their most "Hey, let's get a sitter and go see Rear Window."  I'd never seen these!


Caption on the babies (now 58 and almost 60, respectively):
"Two fellows."

Blur verdict!

Did I give one? If not: better than the Gorillaz!

Also: I keep waiting for Sade to come on and sing "My Terracotta Heart."  Hasn't happened yet!  :(

(also new Mew is sick)

Thursday, May 21, 2015

The Night They Burned Down Great American Ball Park

You may have seen on the news that the steamboat funnel/rocket launchers
doodad caught fire.  We were there!  I tromped over many innocents to get away.
No.  It did smell like those snake fireworks from your kidhood, though.
And a fireman took a cell phone photo from the top.

Eww

"Yes, what do you have in a vitamin-pee yellow Reds cap, please?"

Moisture Farm


They were thorough with that soundtrack.

Reds!

Lufthansa, etc

Kraut on Italian sausage and peppers?  Yes.

Rattboy was there.

Um.

Neighborhood yoga (I set up the p.a.)


Our Kathi directing!

Mom and George Harrison

And in 2012!

Aussie souvenirs

Sam went home for a month and brought back stuff for the kidz:

Joey the boxing kangaroo!

A koala with kangaroo hat we named, um, Lindy.

Thursday, May 14, 2015

Weekend/10K

This will make you crazy: this is the 10,000th post on this blog.  Old Bea looks
like "you gotta be shittin' me."
A truly sane person would stop here, of course.

The new Tommy Aaron!

That's Nana pitching.  Actually, he can really hit,
which is amazing.

The Way It Used to Be

Terrible picture, right, but here is the mysterious Well-Dressed
Lady-of-an-Age at Flying Pizza, reading We the Living.  No, really.

Also:



SPIGOT!

Going in at the garden!  And everything!


The bleary morning after

This looks like a social services levy ad from 70's Cleveland, as so many things
on this blog do.

Welcome to the neighborhood

There was a full can of Sprite in the truck, left over from a work
function...someone found it, promptly took off his shirt and
stood around yelling "HEY!" at the top of lungs.
Oh, Appalachia.