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I will get back to actual blogging right after I bore you with photos


We crammed a lot into an 8-day stretch.

We had the 4th of July celebration:

The girl in the July 4th (OK, 3rd) bike parade and contest. She took 3rd:

The boy in his first parade:

There was a baptism:

And a birthday party:

And we got a family photo taken for my Grandma’s 90th birthday (and then went to lunch dressed like the idiot family. Burgh Baby was “lucky” enough to witness us in our full dorky glory).

The whole gang:


Gram and her great-grandkids:

My kids are getting so big!

And then there was grandma’s party (I can’t believe she’s 90):

The grandkids pitched in on 90 yellow roses (her favorite) and a bunch of scratch offs (which she loves):

The kids had fun dancing and playing games:

The girl serenaded us with a couple songs (Taylor Swift, of course). She’s a born performer.

And I Walked to School, Uphill, Both Ways…


You know, nothing makes you feel quite as old as helping your kids with schoolwork. This weekend, I was trying to help the boy prepare for his social studies test and I discovered that I have become my grandfather.

The test was on the geography of Eastern Europe, so I set him up with one of those online map quizzes where it asks you to identify countries by clicking on them. He did pretty well, getting most of them right, but occasionally, he would falter and look at me for help and let me tell you: I am a Big Fat Geography Failure.

Now, I have never been particularly great at geography, but I did OK. But this time, I can’t even be blamed for my failure. It’s because I’m old. Not that I can’t remember the stuff from when I studied it back in the 70s and 80s (it’s my short-term memory that sucks). No – it’s the fact that when I studied this stuff way back when, the map was completely different!!

We had East and West Germany. There was no Croatia or Serbia or Bosnia and Herzegovina. We had Yugoslavia. Czech Republic and Slovakia? Nope – Czechoslovakia. And there was one big country called Russia or USSR, depending on who was doing the talking.

I am old! Old enough that the maps are way different from “my day”. I’m not totally sure, but there’s a chance that there may have only been one or two continents back when I was in school. And they were all inhabited by dodos and mastodons.



Some of my favorite photos from the past week:

A sweet girl’s birthday:

Waiting patiently at the window for her big girls night with a friend:

There was an insane person in front of me in line with a feather purse (crappy illicit cell-phone photo):

To show you how redneck my town is, here is the ladies room at the local bowling alley (I wish I were kidding):


And today’s embarrassing photo from my youth (first in a series of however many it takes until I get tired of it):

Angel costume, candy apple, toilet: priceless
Also – doesn’t my girl look like me?

Photo Meme


I was tagged by her last week on this photo meme. Of course being slow, I am just getting around to getting it done. Anyway, you go to your 6th picture folder and pick your 6th picture. Then tag 5 others. Of course, although I like to be tagged, I hate tagging other people for stuff (I always feel like the weird, loser girl), so instead, I will eat a sandwich. That’s almost the same thing, right?

Anyway, I give you:

The girl had some seriously crazy-ass hair in those days. When I first saw this photo, I was immediately reminded of a more famous photo, so I did a side-by-side compare. And I had to share it with you as well:

And because I feel a little guilty, I have to prove that she wasn’t always looking like a drunk criminal has-been actor, I have to show otherwise. Because she often looked like this:

And this:

And this:

And this:

But she made up for it when she looked like this:


Also – this is for redpenmama: