How we spent the 4th

Clearly, my daughter's double major in

Global Studies

and

Sexuality and Gender Studies

was worth every penny.

And The Blur Of Holidays

The Spawn's Response:
(1) Performance art.
 

(2) Christmas Man 

But nothing helped. There was too much sadness.
I was relieved when the holidays were over.
No more Holiday-jolly customers asking me how I was doing.
Out loud reply: "Just fine, thanks!"
Inner reply: "Leave me the fuck alone, asshole."

Autumn Rememberies: October camping with the spawn

Of course September ended
but October was no less grand.
The Columbus Day (mid-October) camp out rolled around.

There were only 3 boys.

Thank gods.

Well, actually, you can see that they think they ARE the gods.

Not that the girl isn't a force to contend with as well.

She rocks.

 The Dawn Treader lives and is well.

They are deceptively adorable when they are laughing.

 Big Bertha gave her life in service to Lake George camp outs.

Summer Rememberies: Airing The Teens

The Supreme Queen

Of All That Is Good And Necessary

For The Continued Happiness

Of Teenagers

rested comfortably while remaining alert to the antics of her charges.

They made this awesome bowl and spoon.

They caught this snake twice. Poor stupid snake.











Oops. I dozed off, and look what they did. Sigh.

It was really fun

So last night my daughter and I were making this amazing rainbow cake together.

 And she got all evil and up in my face.

 So I had to do the It's-Me-I'm-Great-I'm-Right Dance to reassert my dominance.

Which she tried to thwart by chasing me with frosting. 

But I prevailed!!!!!!!

Now

Playing at a Blog Near You

The Righteous Me Dance Project

YAY ME!!

August camping 2012

When an idea comes to fruition,
sometimes the results can be bewildering.

A Pagan Suckled In Creed Outworn

Strength of the Earth
Breath of the Trees
Warmth of the Animals
Inner Light in Me

Your teenagers

You think...
WHY won't they go to bed?
WHY won't they clear their dishes?
WHY do I love them wildly and unreasonably?

Then they leave you a love token in the middle of the night.

This is Mr. Moo.
He was created by my progeny to greet me in the morning.

What could this possibly mean?

Kamikaze Paparazzi

WARNING!!

Mothers of the World!

You may be subject to Paparazzi Attack at moments of extreme relaxation!

I post this video not to expose my pain but to demonstrate the extreme dangers of co-existing with teens.

Protect yourselves! Remain alert!