Friday, June 18, 2010
Hawaii Themed Birthday
Just delivered a yummy cake this morning to a friend....I hope she likey.
Sour cream pound with a strawberry and lemon center.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Crawfish Boil
This is a live crawfish. Watch out, they can see you coming...pinch pinch.
Here they are, hanging out waiting to go into the pots.
Here's what they look like after they're done cooking in a bath of spices, potatoes, green beans, corn, sausage, onions, lemon, and mushrooms. Yum, and oh so spicy.
How do you eat them? It's simple. Gather round the tables and have at it all with your hands! (All the meat is in the tail.) We enjoyed fresh batches every 1/2 hour dumped on the table. Good eats!
One of Adam's contractors buys 200 lbs of fresh crawfish and puts on a crawfish boil every year at his lake house. There's eating and swimming all day long. If this aint a Texan thing to do, than I don't know what is!
One of Adam's contractors buys 200 lbs of fresh crawfish and puts on a crawfish boil every year at his lake house. There's eating and swimming all day long. If this aint a Texan thing to do, than I don't know what is!
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Crazy Things Happen
After some consideration, I share this because it fits so well under our Mission Statement. (And it's an awesome story.) There are no pictures, but read on dear friend...read on...
There was loud knocking at our apartment door, early Saturday morning (May 15th). My husband answered just after the third round of banging ceased. A cop was standing outside and began inquiring as to where my hubby had been that morning.
Sleeping. Derrr.
I jumped out of bed and quickly dressed, both nervous and eager to find out what we "had done". The cop had come in and was looking at the floor, to see if the carpet had been ripped up. "Looking for wires," he said.
Wires?
"The lady downstairs thinks you are watching her with a camera," the police officer said, "strung through your floor and placed in her vents." She also thought she had seen my husband outside her apartment looking in at her through the blinds, and then saw him run upstairs. And she accused us of walking to our bathroom whenever she walked into hers—that we followed her around.
Blink. Blink. Must wake up.
"Look, I'll be straight with you," the blonde officer said taking a breath, "she's crazy."
Is this real life?
We went downstairs with the officer to talk with our neighbor. We hoped she would see my husband and realize he wasn't THE man—and hello, he's married. But she told Adam she saw him watching her. And we also must have been in her apartment because her door mat was crumpled.
Your door mat is crumpled and this is your conclusion?!
Adam's face was pure confusion, I could see he was grasping for the right thing to say. Later, he told me it felt horrible to be accused like that. Her word against his. Thank goodness the cops were on our side.
Later, after leaving to the policemen who were busy putting the woman at ease, we readied ourselves for the day. Upon leaving the apartment we found a note written on pink paper under our mat. The edited version read:
"I want you! Come downstairs right now! I want you so bad." A smiley face had been drawn at the end of the last sentence. A SMILEY face! I was incredulous.
THAT'S IT!
Crazy had crossed the line! We were beyond weirded out.
We called the police who arrived at our door again, and put the note on record. (The last thing we needed was to have Crazy accuse my sweetie of something worse than spying sometime in the future.) The officer told us nothing could be done—the note was not threatening harm. But he'd noticed Crazy's door was ajar, which meant he'd have to check it out.
The officer and his partner entered Crazy's apartment and there she was—waiting—for my hubby...NAKED.
(Insert jaw drop here.)
In the end, they took her. She admitted to writing the note and standing outside our door and "listening." So, off she went. The police think she may have mixed some of her medication due to a bad break up. We feel bad for her. She was obviously terrified, and in her own head, thought all this was real. We hope she is getting help. But despite the momentary lapse in normalcy, she's not allowed back. Crazy is gone for good—or so we've been told....
Crazy things happen. And now we have a whopper to put down in history.
There was loud knocking at our apartment door, early Saturday morning (May 15th). My husband answered just after the third round of banging ceased. A cop was standing outside and began inquiring as to where my hubby had been that morning.
Sleeping. Derrr.
I jumped out of bed and quickly dressed, both nervous and eager to find out what we "had done". The cop had come in and was looking at the floor, to see if the carpet had been ripped up. "Looking for wires," he said.
Wires?
"The lady downstairs thinks you are watching her with a camera," the police officer said, "strung through your floor and placed in her vents." She also thought she had seen my husband outside her apartment looking in at her through the blinds, and then saw him run upstairs. And she accused us of walking to our bathroom whenever she walked into hers—that we followed her around.
Blink. Blink. Must wake up.
"Look, I'll be straight with you," the blonde officer said taking a breath, "she's crazy."
Is this real life?
We went downstairs with the officer to talk with our neighbor. We hoped she would see my husband and realize he wasn't THE man—and hello, he's married. But she told Adam she saw him watching her. And we also must have been in her apartment because her door mat was crumpled.
Your door mat is crumpled and this is your conclusion?!
Adam's face was pure confusion, I could see he was grasping for the right thing to say. Later, he told me it felt horrible to be accused like that. Her word against his. Thank goodness the cops were on our side.
Later, after leaving to the policemen who were busy putting the woman at ease, we readied ourselves for the day. Upon leaving the apartment we found a note written on pink paper under our mat. The edited version read:
"I want you! Come downstairs right now! I want you so bad." A smiley face had been drawn at the end of the last sentence. A SMILEY face! I was incredulous.
THAT'S IT!
Crazy had crossed the line! We were beyond weirded out.
We called the police who arrived at our door again, and put the note on record. (The last thing we needed was to have Crazy accuse my sweetie of something worse than spying sometime in the future.) The officer told us nothing could be done—the note was not threatening harm. But he'd noticed Crazy's door was ajar, which meant he'd have to check it out.
The officer and his partner entered Crazy's apartment and there she was—waiting—for my hubby...NAKED.
(Insert jaw drop here.)
In the end, they took her. She admitted to writing the note and standing outside our door and "listening." So, off she went. The police think she may have mixed some of her medication due to a bad break up. We feel bad for her. She was obviously terrified, and in her own head, thought all this was real. We hope she is getting help. But despite the momentary lapse in normalcy, she's not allowed back. Crazy is gone for good—or so we've been told....
Crazy things happen. And now we have a whopper to put down in history.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Mom and Dad (Moon)
Since we just had Mother's Day and Father's Day is coming up, we thought we'd share this poem Adam's Mom recently found; written by Adam a long time ago:
Monday, June 7, 2010
On the Hottest Day of the Season
We camped over night in Dad and Mom Moon's backyard...
...with a fan which is NOT cheating in Texas...
...then started a long day of yard work.
The fence was power washed, then whitewashed...the laundry poles too.
The dog house which was started in 2008—and will last through a tornado—received its final touches.
Adam's Mom grew up on a farm so the paint job suited things perfectly and adds a fun POP of color to the yard. Don't you think so Mom? *wink* (We forgot to paint the X's on the doors so "technically" those don't exist yet...and I couldn't resist adding those little squares since I was already doing some post editing in Photoshop anyway....)
Above: Mom found second-hand pots, which Larissa spray painted and then transplanted some lovely flowering plants into.
Below: Mom Moon painting the tornado proof barn.
Ava, our Budda/Eskimo/Chinese/Indian baby niece working on a project of her own.
Dad and Adam doing their best to violate the OSHA rules while making a mailbox.
After power-washing the fence it received a nice waterproof stain...as did I. Lovely.
Thank you to craft services who provided lots and lots of water. (I've never had so much water, in one day in my life.) How do people live here???
Sometimes, taking over the kiddy pool is absolutely necessary.
We accomplished a LOT. Adam and I figure...since we don't have a yard of our own—we may as well work in someone else's. Thanks for letting us come Mom and Dad!
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