random photo monday: warning signs

this was just one of the warning signs posted on the pontoon boat we rented on lake havasu when my friend was visiting last weekend. i especially liked that each sign warned of the possibilities of killing someone and/or going to jail, even when the activity against which the sign warned was unlikely to result in either outcome.

champagne thursday: toast #38

ah, kiefer. you always make me smile. are you a bit too old to be head-butting fashion designers? sure, but you gotta give the people what they want, and what they want is to see a middle-aged man make a mockery of himself on a regular basis. kudos, mr. sutherland.

things i love wednesday: madness

if people don't calm the hell down pretty soon, this is going to be the boognish's first onesie:

detail:

(created by me at makeaonesie.com)

cinco de mayo's on tuesday

today has been brought to you by the band ween:

Buenas Tardes Amigo
Hola, my good friend
Cinco de Mayo's on Tuesday
And I hoped we'd see each other again
You killed my brother last winter
You shot him three times in the back
In the night I still hear mama weeping
Oh mama, still dresses in black
I looked at every fiesta
For you I wanted to greet
Maybe I'd sell you a chicken
With poison interlaced with the meat
You...you look like my brother
Mama loved him the best
He was head honcho with the ladies
Mama always said he was blessed
The village all gathered around him
They couldn't believe what they saw
I said it was you that had killed him
And that I'd find you and upstand the law
The people of the village believed me
Mama...she wanted revenge
I told her that I'd see that she was honored
I'd find you and put you to death

So now...now that I've found you
On this such a joyous day
I tell you it was me who killed him
But the truth I'll never have to say
Buenas tardes amigo
Hola, my good friend
Cinco de Mayo's on Tuesday
And I hoped we'd see each other again
Yes, I hoped we'd see each other again

random photo monday: bronson wants to be a pregnant lady

bronson looooves snoogle time after mama gets up in the morning.

the boognish chronicles: part 8

29 weeks as of last saturday, and oy, do i feel this damn kid now. seriously though, it is awesome now that my husband can feel all of her little punches and kicks. and it's nice that people now clearly recognize that i am in fact pregnant and not just heading to a weight watchers meeting.

(yeah, i totally had to blur and doctor my surroundings in this photo so you people wouldn't be quite as horrified by the sty we've been living in lately.)

champagne thursday: toast #37

yesterday, while hunting for furniture for a client, i found my perfect dining room table FINALLY. and then my lovely husband had it delivered a few hours later as a surprise, and i fell over, i was so happy. yes, i am the quintessential 50s housewife.

things i love wednesday: impossible packaging instructions

so this post is really late because today is my 30th birthday, and dear sweet lord, has it been the most hectic day ever, starting with a circus of a court hearing and ending with our garage filling up with items we've purchased to furnish a formerly homeless client's new digs. all of that has left me time only for this:

can anyone tell me how the hell to open a fully taped box WITHOUT a sharp object? because i tried all kinds of soft objects, like cotton balls, and i'm thinking a blunt object, like a hammer, would probably lead to some terrible results...

random photo monday: papadog's so proud

look at how happy this poor guy is that for ONCE, just ONCE, something wasn't incredibly difficult to put together.

things i love wednesday: ugh, with the birthday

i do not love anything about today. it is the last wednesday i will ever be under 30 years old. that is a tragedy. and did i mention i can't drink away the last days of my 20s thanks to the boognish?? TRAGEDY, i tell you.

the boognish chronicles: part 7

we're at 27 weeks as of last saturday, and let's just say i'm starting to get a little less comfortable with the whole expanding thing.

champagne thursday: toast #36

i'd say samuel l. jackson is feeling pretty well redeemed right about now: actual snakes on a plane.

things i love wednesday: paying taxes for the first time

i spent the last part of the work day yesterday writing check after check after check to the state and federal government. i've never had to do this before, and it was a little terrifying. i still have one more to write, and i swear, i'm putting it off as long as possible to ward off the crying. even sallie mae doesn't get this much money from me at one time, and that bitch has been all up in my wallet for years.

random photo monday: b-boy montage

sometimes, the only motivation to get out of bed on the weekends is to torture your dog.

things i love wednesday: my husband

just because.