If this doesn't make you want to puke...
the thought of my tiny baby chickens being hoisted skyward in that contraption will.
My boy asked if we had the round-up way back when I was a girl. I said yes, I believe it IS the same one I rode... I wonder if it's had a tune up since the STAS carnival in 1975.
We want to raise money for The Little Charter School That Could without hawking the dreaded gift wrap or boxes of candy, so families are being asked to hold their own mini-fundraisers this year. Our family kicked it off by taking advantage of our convenient neighborhood location to exploit the suffering of dejected sports fans after the home opener. Dejected and thirsty sports fans, who'd just conquered the hill on a day that was pushing 100 degrees:
and the thirsty people came,
and the thirsty people bought us out in no time flat
The Halloween disturbia has begun, and my boy is supersizing the dementia this year. He made himself a "Joe".
And then my boy made
himself Joe a girlfriend, curiously named Fred. Not that there's anything wrong with that...
I went to a big-girl slumber party this weekend, at the Hard Rock Hotel! Here is a really good example of the completely stupid photos that fill my camera:
I was trying to capture the devil that lives in the elevator.
The celebration was in honor of this hot mama, on the auspicious occasion of her 40th birthday!
Happy, Happy Birthday to The Beautiful Tanja, Tall and Brown!