Bait and Switch

Thank you all for the anniversary wishes yesterday.

We did, in fact, get to go on a date.

And it was not, in fact, LJ's dream date of driving the back roads and looking for deer.

As entertaining as that sounded.

We went on a date that eerily resembled my dream date.

Holla!

Go Popcorn!

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It's that time again.

Let us take a moment out of our day to welcome Gladys back to the blog.

She's thrilled, as you can clearly see.

This week's COW (comment of the week) goes to Angela with her comment on "How to Lose a Guy in 10 Years"

"How not to lose a lumberjack in 10 years….
*Drive an insanely large diesel rig that he picked out for you.
*Cram four children into an insanely small vehicle that he picked out for you.
*Stoke a wood-burning stove for seven years in absence of a thermostat.
*Put up with wires hanging from your kitchen cabinet for years on end.
*Move to ruralville.
*Go camping with inlaws.
*Make him laugh lots and lots!
*Only speak well of him, through it all.
I think you’re doing pretty good!"

That one made me smile.  I think I shall gently encourage The Lumberjack to read those fine words on days when he is feeling a tiddly-bit cranky with me.

I know what you are thinking.

How could anyone be cranky at me?

I find it odd, too.

Go say "hi" to Angela!  She writes two delightful blogs:

Those with Young

Let's Talk About Boys

I visit the latter one frequently, seeing as how I like to talk about my boys often.

I mean, really.

What is with them?

Yet, I loveth them.

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Did you know that The Lumberjack sang to me at our wedding?

Proof:

You may apologize now for calling me a liar.

I don't want to talk about my hair.

Let's focus on my husband.

How could a guy who shopped at The Gap, highlighted his hair, hung out at the mall, suntanned, and lip-synched change so drastically in one decade?

The Lumberjack then:

The Lumberjack now:

Isn't that called "Bait and Switch?"

Aaaannnddd . . . I love him.

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Do you remember how on the 4th we found a spare pair of Handsome Dude's glasses just laying in my parent's yard?

Look at them now.

This is my life.

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We went to the beach this week with friends.

The beach in Ruralville.

Look at me getting visitors out in the middle of nowhere!

Fact:  This is only because I hand out gas vouchers as bribes.

Here are a few pictures from our day:

Here are the dudes . . . hard at work, per usual.

Little Dude was a naughty little thing that day.

He felt he could swim across the lake.

And even though he would get in trouble and nearly drown upon occasion, he was bound and determined to head out into the Lake of Shining Waters.

(Name that Movie)

And I was bound and determined to put him in a time out on my lap for duration of the beach day.

I have to keep him alive.

It's the least I can do.

I guaran-darn-tee you Handsome Dude was being a menace with that there noodle.

Look at the two mermaids we found!

Silly readers!

Mermaids aren't real.

That is Daisy Mae and her friend, Cute Little Red Headed Girl!

They sure fooled you!

The towels were a gift from Jason and Sweet-Honey-Amy.

Remember Jason and Sweet-Honey-Amy?

I mean, how could you forget?

Is it just me, or do I find a way to link Jason back to almost every single post I write?

Attention Jason:

Who are you . . . really?

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We have a bird living on our front porch beam!

Can you see it?

Can you see it?

Neither can I.

When I grow up, I am going to be a good photographer.

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I am pretending to be on Weight Watchers again.

I tried to bake low-fat cookies called meringues.

I honestly don't know what happened to them . . . but they ain't right.

Fail.

I tried to bake WW chocolate chip muffins.

I know what happened to them.

I burned them.

Fail.

I baked Little Brown House's Black Bean Brownies.

I haven't tasted them yet.

We shall see, we shall see.

Raise your hand if you feel that black beans absolutely do not belong in brownies.

Well, Ms. Brown House feels strongly that they do.

Moving on.

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We are pulling out soon for the weekend!

Can you guess where we are going?

Three clues:

1.  I am tired.

2.  I've been busy.

3.  It starts with a "c."

Later, Dudes!