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Who is that shaggy creature?
No, not the doggy, that’s Boomer.
I mean that shaggy red headed creature…the big one. That’s my Dad, which of course means that’s me, and my sister. Aren’t we cute?
Remember when I told you I was going to share a bit of my history. Well there it is.
Here’s another one. Get ready, it’s pretty embarrassing , but I think I can handle the humiliation.
Oh my god. I can’t believe I just posted that on the interwebs. I’m so embarrassed!
There’s me, at 18 (ten years ago) in all my plump faced glory. That was the last shot taken on my grad film strip. Classy.
How about one more?
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 Hello there.
Isn’t that a sexy face?
How about this one?
I guess this one is more of a pitiful face. It looks like someone beat him up.
So what’s with the faces?
This weekend we made our annual trip to get haircuts for the boys. We like to save a little moolah and only do it once a year. Seems like the best way to save money, doesn’t it?
Well, it appears as if the irregularity and infrequency in barber shop visits may have created a bit of an ingrained fear in one of the boys. Panic set in as soon as he was hoisted into the barber’s chair and told it was haircut time. He fought valiantly, but I won.
And doesn’t he just look so cute now? Happy as a clam. As long as there is a lollipop involved.
Another equally amazingly exciting thing that happened this week was this:
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Lately I’ve been really trying to make an effort with the kidlets. Now that it’s fall and the potential for even a slight downfall is around every corner, I tend to stay inside a lot more. Considering I live in a rain forest, this may seem like a surprise to you, but having lived here all my life has not made me “used” to the rain, it has made me cautious of it. I, of the large volume of frizzy, unmanageably curly and poofy hair, tend to enjoy looking out the window and sighing more so than actually strapping on the gumboots, rain coat, hat, waterproof pants, etc. Fot that is the bare minimum of clothing I would need to be out in the rain.
I hate being wet.
What can I say? I got it from my Mother. She likes to be warm and dry too. Probably the reason she moved to Mexico for the winters. Brilliant. I think I’ll be right behind her one of these years.
Lately though, as the rain has not showed up for it’s winter round the clock lashing, I’ve been taking the kids out every day. Tossing caution to the wind, I strap two sometimes screaming kids into the car, drive to whatever blissfully natural or otherwise intriguing site I can find, hop out, unstrap kids, strap one on to my chest and hold the others hand in a death grip as we meander about whatever it is we are looking at. Fun stuff. No really, it is totally worth the Herculean effort of dragging plural kids around.
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Today, I was going to give you a little history behind me, Guilty Kitchen and the years leading up to my escapades in culinary extremism. You know, a sort of “here’s where I began” kind of post, with lots of pictures of me as a fat high schooler. Oh joy.
Instead, I am going to gush about something I just went out and spent too much money on.
This:
I couldn’t help myself. Christmas now falls on October 18th, if you needed a reality check there. I unwrapped this beauty just this afternoon and here’s my first picture:
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