It's the haps...

Do you remember that awesome slang from the '90's?  "What's the haps?"  We were so cool, I just can't take it anymore.

Speaking of cool, check out Miss Liv, all dressed up for the first day of school - today!  This kid has a wicked fashion sense.  I mean, seriously?  Either I'm too tired to fight it, or it really is starting to look OK.  Maybe I've just gotten too old and have departed the fashion train.

She is rocking a t-shirt featuring a cat queen and dog king.  A teal with white polka-dots skirt that in no way matches the shirt.  You may need to wear shades when you check the socks - they're hot pink!  And the shoes?  Whatever was on sale at Target - multi-colored fake Keds.  With the pink backpack and lunchbox to boot.  She looks awesome!  I love it!  And she was so excited to go back to school!

My third grader

Because she can't be left out, here's little Miss Mia having fun at the park sometime last week.

 

We've had some visitors...  Here is my brother Derrick, swinging the girls.  Apparently, they believe that their uncles are good for one thing - swinging them.  The question is constant, "Will you swing me?"  Since Derrick is not here that often, he has been the sucker for the past week or so.

In other randomness, we had this cat come to visit.  I picture the mental exchange going something like this:

My cats:  Hey man, what's up?

Other cat: Nothing, man.  Absolutely nuthin'.  How's the house?

My cats:  Oh you know.  SSDD.  Have you seen those chipmunks?  Try not to kill them and eat them OK?  We like to stare at them and imagine the ways we would torture them.

Other cat:  It's cool, man.  They're yours.  Besides, chipmunks scare me.  Didn't you ever see what those two in the cartoon did to that duck?  Yeah, no chipmunks for me.

My cats:  Yeah, they are scary.  Cool man.  See you around.

Other cat:  Yeah. Check you later.

Anyone else wondering why my cats seem to be dialogueing from Dazed and Confused?

We went bowling last weekend.  Why?  Because on Friday, I had a bowling outing with work and told Derrick that I bowled a 152.  His reaction?  Scowling, "We will go bowling this weekend."  Competition - is that hereditary?

 

Upper left: Derrick drinking water from the pitcher (not beer, thank you 21st birthday).  Clockwise: Derrick checking cell phone.  Nohemi and Jory, please disregard the large purse in the foreground.  Mia getting windblown by the air.  Center:  Tony with his strike sign.

Lastly, this past week (or two, but who's counting?), we tried Cinnamon Roll Waffles.  Um, scrumptious!  I found the recipe from punchfork.com.  It is like a search engine of food bloggers.  Super awesome for anyone who likes to cook and to try new recipes.

Also, Nohemi sent Jory over with a 5lb gummy bear.  Yep.  It's not bad.  But, it's gonna take quite some time before it's gone.  My guess is that at the end of next summer, it still won't be eaten and it will get tossed.

Lastly, I said goodbye to an old friend.  This mug has been with me since my days at the buck.  It was between 14 and 12 years old, but did not survive my punk kids knocking it off the arm of the couch.  Rest in pieces star mug.  I will search for an adequate replacement, but you will always be my first mug love.