On the way to Muncie, In.

Rockin' Ron

With Friends like this...

Some of my blog reading friends, who are also blog reading friends of my blog reading friend Mary Ellen Olsen Huff are probably wondering what I could have done to deserve the abuse she has heaped upon me on her blog recently. (Not everyone would have the confidence to provide this link)

To hold up to ridicule my choices of glasses, socks and other apparel from early high school seems like a really low blow.



Nevertheless, I admire the restraint that I have exercised to this point but I was wondering if anyone out there was at all curious what I might have done to provoke her.

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Mookie

Borrowing Gabrielle's doll thing.

Nasty rental house fridge after. Thanks to my partner (in business, not life.)

Nasty rental house fridge before.

(Yes, those are maggots.)

We haven't gotten a clear picture of what exactly happened but what we know for sure is:

1. Angelina Ballerina was playing on the VCR.
2. Gabrielle would definitely have been spinning around.

We suspect that Gabrielle bumped/pushed Cameron into the corner of a shelf resulting in copious amounts of blood and 5 stitches.

Who was it?

At the Wycliffe Bible translation banquet here in Salisbury last night, one of our distinguished table mates came back from the restroom trailing some tissue from the right foot in the surreptitious photo above.

I'm thinking about trying to get some private detective work given the quality of this image.

Sing together, "Cleanup, Cleanup..."

This is not a crime scene. This is North Carolina red clay.

Gabrielle (5) came in from outside unbeknown to Tammy and her quote was something like this...

"Mommy, I made a big mess in the bath tub, but I already cleaned it up."

I would love to have seen this before the cleanup. I know what you're thinking, "Just rinse it down the tub drain." Yeah, we'll try that with the tub handles and the floor.