Monday Mug Shot Moment

Ummm... I'm not really sure...
but it sorta feels like I've seen this face before.
I can't really place why this expression looks familiar.
Grammy... Poppop.... does it maybe feel like you've seen this face somewhere?? I'm just having the most awful time trying to place it... Weird.

"Don't Call it a Comeback!"

"I been here for years..."

Ok... Tru Stories has been extra lame lately.  We've been super summer busy and I'm barely able to find the time to download, edit etc the pictures necessary to keep this mind blowing blog info updated.  People ALL OVER THE WORLD have anxiously been awaiting these Slam Dunk pictures.  I'm really not sure how you all have been comfortably able to fall asleep at night, with a clear mind.

Sooo.... I'm Back. 10 Posts in 10 days.

I can't promise they'll all be winners.. but I'll try.

(The Dunkers... lookin hard core. Obviously.)

The Commish

One

Warhol

Coach... whom was not this year's Official Winner, though he absolutely had the most impressive dunk of the event.  But sometimes the judges get tired of fancy smancy and are just lookin for a solid score.

The winner: Jumbo Joe. I didn't actually get a pic of his dunk but there is NOTHING cuter than brothers assisting a dunk.  Maybe the older generation should take note.

Now.... For several years running, Clark has been a pretty big loser. Which has likely been tough to swallow in his home: where his wife is certainly NO loser. Clark did not win the contest (he placed second) but he easily takes the prize for Most Amazing Creativity. Yes: his dunk over his very frightened child was impressive but not the dunk which landed his distinguished prize.
Prior to the event, Doc and Clark took his picture (in costume) and printed little sticky face pics of himself.

First dunk, first round: Clark plastered his face on the board. Where it stayed the entire contest.
Pause, while you review the above pics.

One Word: Awesome.

The participates better Bring It next year.

Nicely played Clark.

I'm with the Band...

Well... sorta.  I mean I can't sing, or play an instrument.. I'm not their manager, I guess this post sorta makes me like their publicist...

Chili D and The Teacher have formed a band.  And it's not like other small town people, with nothin better to do, who look at each other one night over a few drinks and say "Hey... I think I can sing" and then "Hey... I think I can play a guitar".

These two actually CAN sing and play guitar!

Last week, the band played two sets at The Boondocks and they were amazing!  Random strange people in the crowd were recording them on their phones (I'm not iPhone savvy but I'm unsure what one does with video of strangers singing on your phone... unless they were secret Nashville Record label spies.)

They were so awesome, people were tipping $10s and $20s.... but some guys needed to make change in the tip jar... Warhol's gotta feed his kids and stuff.

If The Teacher and Chili D weren't cool enough, turns out Sweetbreads can sing (of course she bleepin can... she just keeps getting more awesome... oh she can sing AND paint AND have great hair AND get raises while napping AND funny AND do yoga... I can't tell you how much a sista-in-law can't wait for THAT girl to join the family and make the rest of us look like old untalented dog s$$>... Anyway...)

Two cute girls. I coulda sang if I wanted but it was really more important that I sit at the picnic table. Somebody's got too...

So as the Official Publicist:

Please come see The Band,

Tonight at the Boondocks 7:00pm or

Thursday at The Mansion Patio tentative Aug 2nd.

As of Yet, The Band is currently without a name.

Here are a list of my suggestions:

Teachin Chili D

The LC

A Bucket of Merlot

On Land (Play on names)

Wrigley's Puss (It's for their pets, perverts!)

A Guy and A Girl

Cats and Dogs

* If you would like to book The Band, please contact Flag Girl at : 1-800-She'snotgonnaanswer-cuzshe'stoobusysmilinatherrockstarboyfriend.

Provin My Point Part 2

On the previous post, I mentioned how Coach seems to be extra cute and happy when taking pictures with any other woman than his wife... here is photographic evidence. Some of the pics are oldies but they prove the point perfectly.
(All dialog taking place in the captions, are direct unaltered quotes from inside Coach's head.)

 (I am SO HAPPY right now.  Angie is the cutest dance partner EVA.  This is the most fun of my LIFE!!)

 (Look at all the lady friends I have.  We love to hug each other.  We are the three best friends that anyone could have.  I love Smiling.)

 (I'm even super cute when I take pics with my sista.  I don't even mean to be this cute and still I'm so handsome, I can't turn it off.)

 (I'm not sure I even know who these ladies are... and yet I am totally gorgous!  They can not keep their hands off of me.  I'm irressitable.)

 (Look at me with Jill.  I am practically doing a full backbend so we can shoot this cute picture together.  I can't get my face close enough to her.  She's super lucky to be so near my handsomeness.)

(Again... my besties.  It's like my smile could not be bigger.  I am REALLY smiling because I am SOO happy to not stand next to be dweebie wife.)

(Look how cute me and Sweetbreads are... I am totally adorable in yellow.  I should wear more pastels... they just make me even sweeter.)

(Again.. sooooo cute with my sistas.  Could our eyes be more beautiful??  My eyes are so blue, it's like they were made to be photographed. Thanks mommy for my awesome blue as the sky eyes.)

And Now....
Driving my point home:

 (Does this smile look real?  Does it even look like I am happy about my wedding annv? Am I showing my teeth? Is this pic over yet?)

 (Why is she hugging me? My face sorta hurts.  I wish she wasn't so close...)

(Concentrate on smiling... try to smile... try to look normal... is this smile weird?  Are my shoulders too high?  What's happening..?) 

(Ummmm.... I'm bored.) 

(Maybe if I try to look like a pirate, that will look better?  And if I smash her face extra hard, she might think I like her...) 

(What?? I have to squeeze next to her back?  My body is weird.  I don't know what to do with my arms.... is it normal for a smile to actually physically hurt a person's face?? I totally wish I was dancing with Angie instead of sitting next to my lame family.)

And... so there you have it.

You heard the quotes directly from the horse's mouth.
He's a butt.

 

Additional Note: I only save the Good digital pictures to my computer... so the above pics of Coach and I are considered his Good pictures.  Just sayin...

Just Cuz... Part 1

Dressed in Yeeelooow

She says hellooow

Come sit next to me...

you fine fellow.

Is it getting weird for anyone else

that Coach takes his cutest pics with other girls?

Anyone??

So then... maybe it's just weird for me?

Either way, Coach and Sweetbreads were easily the happiest, prettiest, brightest, best smellin creatures roaming that establishment that evening.

The Almost Possible End of an Era.

This weekend, Quincy and The Kid are playing in their Area Baseball Tournament.  With Coach faithfully by their side.  After six (sometimes very long and very painful) seasons together, the boys may be coming to the end of a run. After this weekend, Coach will likely (unless he is talked into it AGAIN) retire his career as the boys coach.  Probably moving on to First Base Coach to The Kid, Tink or one day Coco.

Without Coach as their Coach, it's possible the cousins may be placed on different teams next year. 

So this seems like the perfect day for a little Flash Back Friday Baseball Photo Montage.

There's been some bad games ('some' wink wink) some great games.  Some hits, walks and strike outs. Catches, misses.. plays made and not.  Lots of forehead rubbing and exhausted facial expressions from Coach.  But still... I'm proud of our boys.  Love you guys. Nothing cuter than a summer baseball pic..

The Kids..

A few days ago, I took Tink to the Dr for her first ever ear ache.  Because I NEVER take my kids to the Dr (they are actually never sick) I had the nurse measure and weigh the kids. I got online to a Child's Height Predictor site and entered the numbers.

(Yes, it got awkward when it was time to enter the Parent's Height, I questioned Coach on whether he wanted me to use his Basketball flier Height or his actual real-life height.)

At the Age of 18, the site predicts The Kid will be
6 ft 5 inches tall.

The site predicts Tink will be 5 ft 4 inches tall.
* Factors such as proper nutrition can reduce the estimated height by 1-2 inches...
likely Tink's diet of french fries and DQ ice cream will place her around 5 ft 2 inches.

It predicts Coco will be 5 ft 6 inches tall.

I say to Coach "Well.. it looks like Coco will be at least a couple inches taller than Tink"

From all the way across the room, Tink screeches "NOOO, she will neber be!!"

I whisper "How did she even hear that??"

She snaps back with her meanest face and finger point towards herself "I jus HEARD it right at MY FACE!!"

Sooo.... her legs may not grow but her super sonic hearing and attitude grow by several feet every day.

The Perfect Time for a Warm Cup of Coco...

One week ago, our family was rocked by a shocking tragedy. I'm sure many (including myself) expected I would blog about my cousin's accident.  Except, I was totally unable to wrap my brain around her situation and therefore, unable to sit at the computer and write about her progress.
As a result... I just didn't blog.
I waited, for a reason to post something more smiley... and of course, Coco took it upon herself to make that moment happen. Yesterday, Coach declared he only owned two pairs of shorts 'wear worthy'.  So we took Pretty Woman to the mall, for his shopping spree.
But watching Daddy shop, got boring and while passing Claire's, Tink decided she was FINALLY ready to take her studs out and purchase new earrings.  I casually jokingly mention to Coco.. "wanna get your ears pierced??"
Calmly, matter of fact, she replied "Yes."
I really didn't believe her.
(She sorta makes up stories.)
We entered the store, in line behind an eight year old girl.  During her piercing, she cried giant sad tears while repeating "Ouch, ouch, ouch.."
The clerk asked if Coco was next.
I eye-rolled replied "I seriously doubt it."
I was totally prepared for Coco to turn on her heel and walk right out of the store.  Instead she stood, stone faced and the moment the older girl exited the chair, Coco just crawled herself right in.  Completely ready.  No big deal.

Smiling in Anticipation...

Using a requested 'purple' sharpie to mark holes.

The moment of the poke, if possible, she was even calmer than her older sista.  No tears.  Too tough.

My baby. With earrings.

Plain pink studs, "jus like her sista"

Now, she said, she is ready for school.

Within MINUTES of getting her earrings, she asked to get a pedicure.  (We said no.) She repeatedly asked. (We repeatedly answered  no.) This little Cheerleader in Training is gonna break us.

Thanks for the cup of Coco.  We needed that.