A three hour tour!

A three hour tour!

Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale,
A tale of a fateful trip
That started from this typical port
Aboard two tiny ships.

The mate was a mighty sailing man,
The skipper brave and sure.
Two passengers set sail that day
For a three hour tour, a three hour tour.

The game warden was tough,
One tiny ship was stopped,
If not for the quick thinking of the fearless crew
The day would be lost, the day would be lost.

The ship set ground on the Kingwood shore
With Brandi,
And Kevin, too.
Here on Brandi’s Isle.

So this is the tale of the castways,
They're here for a long, long time,
They'll have to make the best of things,
It's an uphill climb.

The first mate and the Skipper too,
Will do their very best,
To enjoy their meal,
While waiting on a vest.

No keys, no straps, no steps,
Not luxury of time.
Left Ryan and Connor
Waiting as long as can be.

So join us here each week my friends,
You're sure to get a smile,
From two stranded castaways,
Here on "Brandi’s Isle."

Human Pancake

How I was almost flattened by the trash cart...

What a way to go, huh? Pancaked by the trash cart. Wouldn’t that be great office urban legend. One time this girl was working late at night (they never get these details right you know) … Though the word “cart” doesn’t quite do it justice. Empty, it is about 5ft tall – allowing plenty of visibility for a driver of average height to have a clear view of the road ahead to avoid obstacles like say pedestrians. It’s also about the size of a compact car. And it drives kind of like a man powered tank (don’t ask how I might know that…). Anyways…. So back to my story. I got on the elevator on the ground floor (how’s that for lazy karma??) and pushed the button for the 4th floor. I had just gotten a new badge holder which I was pre-occupied with trying to get to actually stay attached (it kept jettisoning itself off like a mini rocket every time I moved). So I was looking at it only half paying attention as the elevator dinged and the door slid open. As I took my first step off the elevator I came practically face to face with a box. I squeaked in startled protest as the mountain of trash appeared out of nowhere and was headed straight for me. I spent what seemed like ages rooted to the spot watching the oncoming mountain in slow motion with the dawning realization I was about to be pancaked before my feet finally responded to the command – MOVE (implicitly implying anywhere but towards that thing, and as fast as possible). I narrowly edged out the other side as it finally slowed to a stop where I had been only seconds before. I finally saw the driver peering sheepishly around the side of the cart probably wondering as to the source of the squeak.

Needless to say I survived unscathed, and it probably isn't nearly as funny in the telling as it was in real life - but I got quite a chuckle out of it.

What could be better?

What could be better than a donut?

A chocolate iced donut topped with whipped cream and sprinkles.

And a picnic in the park.

Monkey See. Monkey Do.

Monkey See.


Monkey Do.

It was that time again...

Ryan's hair was down in his eyes again. He has been fussing and pulling on it with increasing frequency the last few days so I finally decided it was time. The coupon that arrived in the mialbox was just another omen. I am always sad to see his long blond locks disappear. But seeing where you are going when you run non-stop is probably a good idea. So here is his before picture...

Here is his after. He always looks so much younger to me after a haircut. And I miss the long curls from the very first snip.

Connor's hair wasn't quite as long as Ryan's. But the longer Connor's hair gets the more unruly it gets. It starts to wave and curl and in general have a mind of its own that is pretty hard to tame so Connor got a turn in the chair, too. Here's Connor's before:

And his cut in progress as he sat in the chair watching a movie.

And his after. We decided to try something new for him. The stylist recommended a spiked look.

Connor however decided he wasn't crazy about it and opted for something a little more classic.

As for Connor - his haircuts always leave me wondering where my little boy went.

Be Afraid.

Be Afraid. Be VERY Afraid.

We stopped by my Uncle's house to wish him a Happy Birthday. While we were there the boys discovered the 4-wheelers and wanted to take them out for a drive. Their cousin Gracie took hers out for a spin at break-neck speed so of course the boys wanted a turn, too.

How do you start this thing?

Clutch? What clutch?

Uh, huh. And what does this do again?

Okay, Connor. Hold on. I know how to drive it now!

Hey... There's another one. I think this one is more our speed.

Don't run over it? What's back there to run over??

Visitors

My mom and grandparents came out to visit for a few days to wish my Uncle a Happy Birthday. They enjoyed spending time with the boys.

Gratitous Cuteness

I decided it was time to put the eggs up. But not before I snapped a few pics of the boys "helping" with them.

Day and Night

Could the boys be any more different? I made chicken salad for dinner. Connor ate his... well... like this.


Ryan on the other hand took petite little bites.

How I found him

I was cleaning up the kitchen after dinner when I heard the crash. I came around the corner and I didn't see Connor. Ryan was in the living room, but the crash had most certainly come from the direction of the dining room. I took a closer look and and out of the corner of my eye I saw the shoes wriggling.


This is exactly how I found him. Apparently he had knocked one of his books off the back of the shelf so he pulled all the rest out and crawled in after it.



After he rescued all of his books he started trying to pull up the jar with his fish in it. The jar however was too big to be pulled between the back of the cubby and the wall though he gave ti a good try and spent several minutes trying to fish it out.