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So, the Impertinent Daughter is taking art at the high school, and I have to say, I really, really like her art teacher. She's always challenging the Impertinent One, and I have seen some really stunning art coming out of that class, I have to say!

Over the last few weeks, they've been working on a self portrait, and while Miss Priss started out with the usual self portrait, the teacher felt she should try something different, to not be so literal.

And I have to say, the Impertinent Daughter rose to the challenge and... pretty much surpassed it, if you ask me!

It's under the cut, but seriously, you should click it and take a look! )
auntbijou: made by <lj comm=lvlwings_icons> (Delicious Hot Schmoes!)

Well, in this picture, he kind of looks like him, don't you think?


It's the way his long hair is blowing in the wind, you know. And if you're wondering, that cute little fish was his catch of the night. He'd taken the kids salt water fishing for the first time, and while the Impossible Son caught the biggest fish of the night, and the Impertinent Daughter caught the second largest, the Husbandly One caught... the smallest. And no matter how hard he tried to catch something bigger, for the rest of the week, everything he caught was... pretty much the same size as that cute little Gulf cat in the picture. Heck, for all we know, it was the same fish the entire time, following him all around Rockport and Fulton, throwing itself shamelessly on his hook for one more look at its long haired hero! ♥ ♥ ♥!!

Oh, come on, I had to say it!

I find this an extraordinarily entertaining photo, on so many levels, and I'm proud of the Impertinent Daughter for taking it. She got a good shot of her papa!

I wanted to write more, but I'm just too tired to concentrate. School starts in three weeks, and... I can't wait.

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Played in a scrimmage against my son's U10 soccer team last night, Parents versus Kids, and had loads of fun. The score was even, and I think the kids learned a lot. It's one thing to tell the kids, "Spread out!" and "Move up!" and "Watch your man!" And it's another thing to SHOW them.


Did pretty well, until nearly the end of the game when my knees decided to close shop. "We're done!" they said, and promptly vamoosed, and Auntie went all in a heap to the ground. Fortunately, muscle memory does not fail, and I rolled right up to a sitting position. If my knees had not left the building earlier, I would have come back up to a standing position! Gave the Impossible Son heart failure, though. "Mom! Mom!! Are you okay? Do we need to call 911? Are you dead? Mom?? Mom? MOM!!!"

Because I was laughing so hard, I couldn't talk!

There were a lot of funny moments. Like when The Husbandly One scored a goal and whipped off his shirt to come running down the field, arms in the air with his shirt streaming behind like a flag. One of the kids turned and looked at me and said, "Coach THO is a pretty hairy guy, Auntie!"

I laughed and said, "He's my own personal shag carpet!" and then laughed even harder because... hee... SHAG!!

*is inappropriately amused*

One of the other dads had a handicap. His three year old son wanted to play, too, but he's too small, both in age and in size. So, he scooped his son up and at first tried to play with Wee-Man on his hip. Nope. So he tried a princess carry. Nope, that didn't work, either. He finally just lifted him up to his shoulders, and Wee-Man just hung on for dear life, giggling madly while his dad went galumphing up the field after the ball.

Yes, "galumphing" is a word. I say so.

The Impossible Son threw himself dramatically to the ground at one point, saying, "I'm so TIRED!" and I pulled him up and said, "Hey, how do you think I feel! I'm old!"

One of his team mates danced by and said, "You're not old! Now my mom is nearly 28... that's OLD!! You're not even close to her age!"

I didn't have the heart to tell her I'm 47, and struggled to keep a straight face. One of the other moms on the team, who is five years younger than me, was laughing hysterically, and said, "It must be the lighting out here!"

Well, you know, to a ten year old, anyone over the age of 20 is positively ancient.

And I toe-punched the ball on a goal kick, instead of hitting it with the inside of my foot, as I had intended. The Impertinent Daughter rushed up to me and said, "Mom!! No toe-punching! You're going to hurt yourself!!"

She was right...

Why Toe-Punching a Soccer Ball is Not a Good Idea...

Not pretty, is it. It split the side of my toe, too, and yeah, still hurts.

The things we do for love, right?

*goes off to look for more ice*

That's my mom!!

Friday, September 3rd, 2010 10:36 pm
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My mom is soooo much cooler than your mom. Totally.


Because this is the photo she's using on her Facebook profile...

Heh... my mom, flashing signs... *dies of the snickers*

Actually, this was part of a larger photo that was taken at my niece A's 22nd birthday party...

That's Mom, A, and the Blonde Sister. And the crossed hands with two fingers are for "22." *rolls eyes at how dorky her family is sometimes* My mom, though, is teh awesome.

You have all been informed.

2 Kids, 2 Guitars...

Tuesday, June 1st, 2010 05:00 pm
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This is what happens when you have two electric guitars in the house...

Rock it out, Cat!!

Go for it, Little Man!!

And that is your Awesome for the Day...

And yes, that is Miyavi in the picture on the door above the Impertinent Daughter's head!
auntbijou: (Dancing Snape)
Who is this?

Is it

A. Ginny Weasley

B. Lady Gaga, before the crazy

C. a complete stranger, caught at random in the camera's flash

D. Teen Auntie
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Oh, boy, was yesterday a long day!!
Lots of photos to follow, for soccer and Halloween, so clicky to see, and beware, oh users of Dial-Up! )
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I didn't forget that yesterday was your birthday, but I didn't have the right light to take a shots of this until this morning. So, for your enjoyment, a long promised picture of my honeycomb teapot!

Here we have Exhibits A, and B... )
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What do y'all think? And yes, I do own shirts other than this purple one. It's just pure coincidence that I wore the same shirt today when I left to get my hair cut! I am feeling so much cooler now! Ahhhhh...

*is happy*

Moar Caffeine, Plz...

Wednesday, July 8th, 2009 12:16 pm
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I did not sleep well last night. The poor Husbandly One tossed and turned most of the night, and therefore, I spent a lot of it curled up against his side with my chin digging a hole in his chest, chatting and making him laugh. I know, sounds an odd way of spending a night when someone is restless, but THO needed distraction in a big way, and for once, sex wasn't going to do it.

Why, you ask? Well, he got his hair cut yesterday, very short, and afterwards, he got progressively grumpier, and grumpier, and shorter, until it was bedtime, and I thought he was just tired and cranky, he'll just pass out and wake up tomorrow in a much better mood, right?

Nope. He was... upset about his hair!!

Even though he complained constantly that it felt like a wet mop on his head, it was heavy, and it's been so damn hot that it was like wearing a blanket on his head, he was more attached to it than he realized. He liked having it, and realized that it made him different, and he liked that, too. It made him rather a standout in this town, and he'd rather enjoyed that. And he liked our little ritual in the mornings of my getting up to put his hair in a ponytail before work.

I told him if I had known that, I would never have encouraged him to go ahead and get it cut. Yes, you read that right, I did. He was so miserable and hot and uncomfortable, well... what would y'all have done?

So... I made the appointment, and he thought he would be happy with it, but he said it didn't sink in how much he had liked it and just enjoyed having long hair until it was gone, and so I hugged him and said, "Well, now you understand how I feel sometimes when I get my hair cut and realized it was the Wrong Thing To Do."

"Yeah," he said sadly.

"Well," I said finally, "we already know your hair grows incredibly fast. In fact, I'm jealous of how fast your hair grows! So, by this time next year, your hair will be where it was today. And what will you be doing?"

"Just getting the dead ends trimmed off!" he said firmly.

*does a happy dance at the thought of long hair on THO again*

In the meantime, I'm getting mine trimmed and evened out today. Yes, I'm going to go ahead and let it grow out. He quivered his chin at me and did the tear-filled eyes thing, saying, "Please don't cut your hair! If I had not cut mine, I could bear you cutting yours short but right now, please don't cut it all off! I'll help you take care of it!"


Okay, I'm back from getting my hair cut. Wanna see it? Do you? Do you really? Okay, here's a really bad Photobooth photo of me...

Yep, pretty much just look the same. Same ol' hair, same ol' freckles, same ol' purple shirt... I really need to get some new clothes, seriously.

In other news, got the results of Monday's blood tests back, and I don't have... mono. Okaaaaay....

Apparently, I just have a pissy little virus that doesn't want to let go, and I just have to let it... run its course.

And don't y'all know I'm just thrilled about that! So, I'm going to curl up in bed and spend some time with Lord Peter Wimsey. Actually, I started Murder Must Advertise at about 3 a.m. I'll probably finish it today and start on Gaudy Night.

Oh, and we rented "Knowing" yesterday. All I can say is... I'm glad we didn't pay full price to see it in the theater!! As it was, we enjoyed making fun of it as we watched it. I am sure the flaming moose is going to make itself a part of family jokes for years to come!!

Okay, off to bed for me!!

Busy, busy, busy...

Friday, June 5th, 2009 11:12 pm
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I needed a profile picture for my Ravelry page, so the Husbandly One obligingly took one of my hands as I worked on a bag...


Yes, I have a bandaged finger. Blame it on excessively dry skin and leave it at that.

And here is the Husbandly One. He's letting his hair grow out, and I promised my mother a shot of him with his ponytail. *squee* He's getting ready to leave for soccer practice, as he has a 3v3 team for a summer tournament in July.

the husbandly one

Why, yes, I do find him irresistibly sexy and mouthwateringly hot... why do you ask?

Yes, Random Auntie is random!
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Well, first off, I just checked the school district's web page a little while ago and there's a letter up, stating that our school district AND county have no confirmed cases of swine flu... at this time.

Meaning I set a fox in the hen house when I made my lil' ol' phone call.

Good. They need shaking up, and to tighten up their sloppy practices. Trust me... they have some pretty damn sloppy practices. Need I remind anyone of the year of "once-a-month-strep?"


On a lighter note, my daughter spotted one of our herd of spiny lizards sunning itself on a football (alas, the American kind, [personal profile] shocolate), and he/she stayed long enough for me to get a couple of pictures.

Click to see our mini-dinosaur!! )

I am trying to distract myself, really. It's kinda... okay, it's not working, and I don't know how much sleep I'm going to get. I'm very... upset. Not so much about my kids possibly getting swine flu as their being exposed to it because of sloppiness, carelessness, and thoughtlessness on the part of a school district so focused on those damn TAKS tests that they put my kids (and I include all my kids in this, my biological kids, and the ones I've taken into my heart) at risk just so the numbers of kids taking the tests stay high, thus increasing the odds of good scores. And thus, more funding and recognition.

And yes, I'm worried about my kids getting the flu. Because of stupidity. Sheer, careless, asinine, and completely ham-handed stupidity.

I better get some answers tomorrow. Or I go public.

*throws down gauntlet*
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[profile] thanfiction, this is why I got so teary-eyed at your drawing of Seamus.

It's a big picture, so dial-up users beware )

Local Wildlife...

Tuesday, October 7th, 2008 09:01 am
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For [personal profile] kath_ballantyne, who has asked me before to get pictures of these very shy lizards.

Big pictures ahead, so beware, oh Users of Dial-Up )
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So here, as promised last night, photos from yesterday...

There are only three... )
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The Impertinent Daughter's team had their first game today. Yes, today, Sunday. That's what happens when you move up to U-14, and yes, you read that right, too. Miss Priss is playing U-14, because we did not have enough kids to make up separate U-13 and U-14 teams. And again, it's a co-ed team, but we're playing all male teams.

I wish y'all could have been there, really, truly, I do!

I wish I had videotaped it, because guys... it was really an awesome, sit on the edge of your seats, jumping up and screaming kind of game. My stomach muscles hurt from both holding my camera and yelling my head off!

First off, they won 4-2. Second off, as usual, the boys from the other team thought they could get ahead by scaring and or intimidating our girls, and they tried zeroing in on them. Yeah. Right. Like that's worked before when they've played us!! Look here!
Image heavy, though I kept the shots small )

Litttle did I know...

Saturday, July 12th, 2008 09:41 pm
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A bit of green

This photo, which I took during our trip to Washington, is my desktop right now, and the Impertinent Daughter was gazing at it and said, "Wow, Mom, you took a picture of Hogwarts."

"I did?" I said, looking up from my reading.

"See?" and she pointed to the buildings on the right. "That's Hogwarts Castle."

"Okay," I said, squinting.

"And that tree there... is the Whomping Willow."

"I see."

"And those purple plants are... poisonous or something..."

"If you get too close to them," I said, getting into the game with her, "they belch out clouds of purple pollen which make you gag and throw up."

"Right," she said eagerly. "And they're there to protect those... big green bushy things..."

"Professor Sprout's valuable Flutterby Bushes, which have to be grown outside," I said, trying not to laugh.

"Yeah!" she said enthusiastically. "And those little bird houses are for the Golden Snidgets, which eat the pests who like to eat the Flutterby's flowers, and the purple plants protect them both! Because the Snidget is endangered!"

And I had no idea!! Imagine that!

Slap-Bang Finish!

Saturday, March 15th, 2008 07:29 pm
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Today is our last day, and the Husbandly One insisted that we hit the Freer Gallery so I could gawk at art to my heart's content. We mostly hit the Japanese art and pottery collections, as well as the Indian sculpture, and Chinese and Korean pottery.

More pictures, y'all! )

At the Zoo!

Friday, March 14th, 2008 09:11 am
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Hello dearies!

On Wednesday, we went to the zoo with [personal profile] failuresofine. It was a great deal of fun, and the Impossible Son keeps talking longingly of going back. I don't know if it's to see the animals, or just so he can ride on the Metro again!

I think my rambunctious offspring might have overwhelmed [personal profile] failuresofine a bit. Heck, sometimes they overwhelm me, so I can't blame him! They liked him, though, and as we were leaving, the Impertinent Daughter proclaimed him my fourth child, so apparently, you have been adopted!!

Pictures behind the cut! )
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My kids have their own cameras, so I thought y'all might be interested in their point of view!

A Kids' Eye View )

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