Saturday, September 22, 2012

The Inmate

Evan has this outfit. We think he looks like a prisoner when he wears it.
Of course, if prisoner garb were fashioned after this model, and had
 "Mommy's All Star 36" there would probably be a lot more people wanting to go to prison just so they could wear the jumpsuit, you know? 
That is the end of the segment that has anything to do with the title of this post.
This is my cat Subito. She lives with my mom.
Speaking of my mom..
My sisters and I have some great ideas. Like the time we thought it would be fun to take a dish towel and pull each other on the slip-n-slide, because there was no hill to propel you down. See how fun it looks? And then. I had another great idea.
Let's pull mom on the slip-n-slide!
She liked it.
This is me back before children with highlighted hair. Seriously, I have hair issues. Are there hair counselors?
 On this day, September 22, 2006:
Dawson got his first tooth.
Okay. So there's a slight chance that the tooth didn't sprout to the surface on this day. Only slight. But it was the day I noticed and tried to take a picture that didn't caputure the actual tooth. Maybe I should have done an x-ray.
                      Let's end with a side by side. Dawson & Evan:

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Chipmunks & Milkshakes

I love Ghost Towns.
I also love Muenster cheese.
Back to Ghost Towns...
Yesterday we went to St. Elmo, Colorado near Buena Vista. St. Elmo is the oldest intact Ghost Town in the West. I know this because I read it on a bulletin board yesterday. I try to stay informed. You should too.
These first few pictures are the view on our drive into St. Elmo. You should know that the drive is directly into the mountains with no outlet and it's a dirt road. This is why you should not have husbands drive.
Upon arrival, if you look to the left, you will see a block of railroad ties piled and laid out with people feeding chipmunks. Aren't they cute?
Evan didn't quite grasp the concept that we were feeding the chipmunks and he was not to be eating them. Don't panic. It's not like he doesn't know any better because we feed him chipmunk at home. Sheesh.
Dawson is the Chipmunk Whisperer.
Let's take a stroll through the Ghost Town now.
This is a bridge.
The bridge has me, Evan and Dawson on it. We are smiling.
I wonder if the bridge is an antique? I've never seen one sold in an antique store before. Someone should check on that for me.
I would like to call this "The Bubbling Brook". This is because I was watching Anne of Green Gables the other day and she inspires me.
The pictures below are of the old St. Elmo Schoolhouse. I found it fascinating!
Dawson was running to attend school. Or because I told him I would race him but I lied.

Now, The inside was protected by glass. They had collected items that would be used during the time period the school was used. I was sad that the items weren't original to the school, however, I could understand why people would want to pillage and plunder a school instead of a bank.
This shot of the Aspen leaves is just Jason being fancy.
This picture is of the St. Elmo Hotel. The last time it was in use was in 1880. I know because I read it on the paper that was taped to the window. I try to stay informed. The 1880's were kind of void of color, in my opinion. I wanted to go in there. So I broke the glass in the window in the far right corner. NO! Do you seriously think I would do that? I really do want to know what it looks like inside. If the private owner of this hotel would please read this blog and contact me to let me know I can go, I would greatly appreciate it. Thanks.
I know many of you are impressed right now as you gaze on this photograph that I can read Italian. The flyer says: "If you can read this, you can read Italian".
Evan fell asleep just as we were leaving St. Elmo and he fell asleep grasping one of the the little rings in front of him. I unbuckled my seat belt and strained to reach back there with one hand and get a picture of him. You can tell by my angle that I managed to also squeeze myself and my sunroof into the picture. That's how flexible I am.
On our way home we always stop in Buena Vista at this little dive and get a peanut butter marshmallow milkshake.
Jason waits patiently in line at Hamburger Alley. Only it's just a sign saying Hamburger Alley. It's not really Hamburger Alley.
And this is Evan waiting patiently while daddy waits patiently. I don't know why he thinks he can eat our camera. We only feed him chipmunks.

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Hair and Stuff

I need a concencus. Please take a moment to humor me, look at the pictures that follow and give me a decision on what I need to do with my hair. I mean, this is a crisis people. Do I stay with dark hair? Get highlights? What about length and right now I have ... bangs! *Gasp*
Maybe the answer to my question is that I should diet.
Here we have the medium length highlighted look. I think I was going for the same color as Dawson so that people could tell that I'm his mother.
I do believe I'm more layered here. But note! I have a tan! And I should have sucked in.
This is closest to my natural color and the color it is now. Actually, it might be a just a tad bit lighter now. Although my hair is about that length. That is not my baby though. That's my niece's baby. His name is Frankie Ray. Okay, back to ME. Focus.
Go ahead. Let me know. I'll owe ya one.