Showing posts with label Shredder. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Shredder. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

No More Words

...or at least not too many words.

Here is a picture post of events from Spring Break up 'til now (with captions).



Have baseball gear, will travel.


It was cold, overcast, and drizzly.



Cold, overcast, or drizzly...it's Spring Break. We WILL eat outside on the patio and we WILL swim.







Watching movies, reading, relaxing. Sweet Cousins.







Finally, it warmed up enough to ride Sea Doos and swim and blow bubbles in the water.






A boat ride; relaxing for some, but not everyone.


Bloom where you're planted.



Not what I would've planned for Mother's Day, but good nonetheless. See previous caption.


Team swim party.




Hanging around at home, trying to clean the living room rug after our sweet puppy ruined it.


Zac with his hair cut and braces. He looks older.

Time Marches On.

Saturday, May 30, 2009

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.

Saturday, April 25, 2009

New Kid in Town

Before we left for vacation over Spring Break, which I'll get to eventually, I had to go to Wal Mart for some last-minute Easter things. You know, the usual candy, Easter dinner and stuff like that. Oh, yeah, I got the boys each a new shirt and shorts.

Anyway, as I was walking out to my car, I saw this dad and his 2 little girls with a crate full of puppies. There was something about them that drew me to them.

I put away my groceries and walked over.

In that crate (I wish I'd taken a picture--I do have an iPhone after all) were about 6 black lab puppies and one yellowish lab puppy.

They were jumping and yelping and climbing all over each other. Just when I was going to make pleasantries with the dad, the yellow one looked up at me, yawned, laid down, and fell asleep.

I told the dad that I would take that one if he would keep it for me until after we got home from vacation. Of course he said sure. He was looking to give away 7 lab puppies!

Monday evening, the 20th, Zac and I went to St. Francisville to pick up our puppy.

Meet Shredder...


I've absolutely NEVER been a crazy dog person, but this pup is the sweetest one ever. He's very laid back, has only had 2 accidents in the house, loves to go with us everywhere, can already play fetch, and hasn't found my shoes yet.

By the way, Jake had naming rights for this one. I'm sure that when he finds my shoes he will live up to his name.