Octopus's Garden

I'm calling this an octopus's garden because, I think, this is what one may do to a flower bed under sea. I think, if I remember right, that octopus (octopi?) gather up their things in a "garden" of sorts to nest.

From Wikipedia (the end-all of internet information):
The idea for the song came about when Starr was on a boating trip with his family in Sardinia in 1968. He ordered Fish and Chips for lunch, but instead of fish he got squid (it was the first time he'd eaten squid, and said "It was OK. A bit rubbery. Tasted like chicken.")[citation needed] Then the boat's captain told Starr about how octopuses travel along the sea bed picking up stones and shiny objects with which to build gardens.[1] Starr said that hearing about octopuses spending their days collecting shiny objects at the bottom of the sea was one of the happiest things he had ever heard, inspiring him to write this song.

Who vacations with the family in Sardinia? Where is Sardinia? I digress...obviously, we don't have an octopus, but we do have a 3-month old lab mix. Here are some of his special things and his work in the "garden:"

From this...


To this...


From this...


To this...


Here are some of the "special" things Shredder has collected for his "garden"...




That's a different soda can than the photo before.




I took him to the vet today for his 3rd set of puppy shots. He weighs 23 pounds now.

He's only about 13 weeks old.

As far as our human world is concerned, Zac got braces yesterday. He did great. They only did the top arch; they'll do the bottoms in a couple of months. They haven't bothered him too much, just the usual soreness. I think it makes him look older. BTW, the fauxhawk/mohawk made him too nervous. George trimmed it down to a really close-cut 'do on Saturday night before church. He's all good now.

Get a Haircut

...and get a real job.

As evidenced by the opening picture, Zac's hair was getting pretty long. Way longer than was allowed at school. As directly quoted from the school handbook:

"Hair must be clean, neat and of a manageable length. Hair at or
below the eyebrows is not allowed. Hair may not be longer than the
collar on the back of male students. Students whose hair is too long
in the opinion of the administration will be notified and given a day
to correct it before being sent to the TOR. Student will remain in the
TOR until hair is cut to an acceptable length. Hair that is braided
must remain braided throughout the school day. Natural hair colors
only! No writing, symbols, or carvings in hair styles, and no “Mohawk”
hair cuts. No facial hair on male students. Male students
may not have ponytails or similar hairstyles. Beads are not allowed
to be worn in hair."

Zac decided that he wanted a fauxhawk for his summer 'do. Naturally, being the push-over, easy-going parents we are, we obliged. Thank goodness hair grows.

George tried to do it himself, but his clippers are pretty old and he couldn't get it all even, but it looked okay.







He caught a little flack at baseball camp for having a not-so-good haircut, so today George took him to Fantastic Sam's to get it fixed.





I haven't seen his forehead in over 3 years. I think he's happy with it. I'm really happy that hair grows.

Lucy in the Sky With Diamonds

Courtesy of Bruce.

Still gathering my thoughts for the other things...

Cars

Yesterday afternoon, a classmate of Zac's was hit by a car and was killed while she checked the mail at her grandmother's house.

The boys don't want to check the mail anymore. I understand. We live on a pretty busy street.

I've got some other posts rattling around in my head, be patient.

Jake didn't cry while watching Marley and Me. He didn't cry when we told the boys that Buddy died either.

Three Little Birds

Marley and Me...

You know it's a good movie when 3/4 of the family cries. I'll let you guess who didn't.