Hammockus Isuponus

Digital Art by Jillian...

...who was just voted "Most Caring" by the 5th grade class!

Pre-Monday

 

A most spectacular day at dog beach - even if we did lose an hour!  Can't seem to place where I left that hour.  Stupid daylight savings time.  Should be abolished, but who has the time for that.  At least those crazy Arizonians won't think they're ahead of us anymore.

Typical day.  Started at Leucadia Donut Shoppe.  Cause that extra "pe" on the end of shoppe makes the donuts tastier.  The wife and I have dreams of retiring to this shoppe.  Not actually living in it, but it would seem to be a pretty mellow life to live down near the beach.  Sure, you gotta get up early and sling a lot of donuts, but man it's tasty.

It was like 80 today (time to take the flannel sheets off! Could hammock season be near?), so the dogs were out en force.  Cubby made a friend who helped him play tug-a-war and keep away with his kong.  Sugar was patrolling the tiny pups who were being held by their owners above the fray.

Couldn't decide between a crab roll lunch or a burrito lunch.  So we had both.  Relax, I ate the crab and Steph had the burrito.

Song Sung Greene

Out of 50,000 students across the district, 1200 were asked to audition.  Only 5 students from Jilly's class made the district wide honor choir.  They performed today...and kicked tuckas, singing really complex arrangements.  In fact, in my opinion, they were better than the middle school and even high school choirs.  So proud of our little gleek.  On a side musical note, Jilly's aunt was able to watch the concert, via Skype, in Ireland - now that's pretty lucky!

Day of the Dude

Dudeism is a philosophy and lifestyle inspired by the modern-day fictional character Jeffrey "The Dude" Lebowski.  The blog abides.  Without further adude, some famous dudes:

Fat Tuesday...

...or as we call it around here: just another normal Tuesday.  That's right:  it's Theme Night.  Cranked the zydeco and the wife whipped up some Etouffee and Beignets.  Even the pooches went Cajun.  Laissez bon temps rouler!

March Forth!

Heads in the clouds

Having utilized the classic American songbook (with slight revisions) to cause Putin to immediately stand down from his Ukraine aggression, maybe I should consider a career as a songwriter/diplomat.   Or an international blogger/dancer. I don't know. 

The girl child has informed us that she no longer wants to be a zoologist, but instead, a singer like Katy Perry.  Why?  Because, "I'm good at pitch."  Has district honor choir selection gone to her head?

Finally, the boy child as informed us that he has been voted eighth grade class clown.   And he campaigned.  I've never been prouder - just joshin'!