If It's Tuesday, It Must Be...Traveling Tuesday...

Places I have been...

Five Trips I Have Taken

Cruise to Alaska.

Family Reunions in Minnesota


The Vatican.

Skiing in the Austrian Alps.


Houseboating Down the Canals in France.

If It's Tuesday, it must be... ... TIRED Tuesday.

Man. This past weekend wore me right out. Today, Tuesday, I took Marilyn to the airport, did a few things like put the shampoo back in the bathroom, took a nap, made Zach go get Tess because I did not feel capable of driving. Oh, and slept.

Exhausted. Worn out. Pooped. Dragging. Wiped out. Sleepy. Tired. Yawn. Nackered...no, knackered. Too pooped to party.

Like this:


Mark and Zach, 3 days old

Okay, they are not asleep. But it's hard to tell when looking at a tiny thumbnail.

Thor sleeping on Mojo. Abe one good kick from falling off the couch. (And, no, Mark, I did not authorize this...)

They really are asleep here. Why they are laying like this I don't know.

Abe on Morphine. He is completely out of it. I mean completely zoned. His eyes are open, but he is not seeing.

I am sure Zach would be thrilled beyond words to see this photo.
Oh, well.

Zach just after painting the last state. This was his Eagle Scout project -- repainting a map of the US on an elementary school playground.

Tess. Asleep. Man, her hair is a lot longer now...

If it's Tuesday, it must be.......

Takin' It To the Streets Tuesday!

I live in a community of subdivisions. Ten or twelve years ago where I live was open desert. (I know, very bad. I don't like that at all.) Now it's 10,000 or thereabouts people, almost all living in subdivisions. Subdivisions with names like Horizons, Sunrise Meadows, and Rancho Antigua. And street names, well, street names that frankly suck. A lot. Pale Blue Opal Drive? That is just sad.

Tess and I took photos yesterday of some of the street names in our neighborhood. Really rather horrible and not so very bad, weird and long. Really long names, some of them...

First there's the semi-precious streets:

I especially like this one -- Yogo Sapphire. I googled it and found it is a sapphire mined in Yogo Gulch, Montana. Woot.

Then there are the long and sometimes hard to pronounce names, the Spanish and the huh? Where did they get that name and why would they choose it? Like this one...

I like Via Elemental, but Paseo Del Parque? I googled, and apparently Parque means park. Did you know that? Neither did I. I also don't know how to pronounce it, but I bet it's a pain to get people to spell it right...

I like some of the Spanish names, and they make sense, since we are in Tucson, but still. I would hate to write them as my return address. I used to live on Elm St. Five letters. My current street has four times the letters (and is a "gay" name, according to certain rather sometimes juvenile members of my family):

The other streets in my subdivision are Hummingbird Meadow, Canyon Meadow, Sunrise Meadow, and Sunset Meadow. Do they have meadows in the desert?

There are some that seem to fit Tucson...

And some that are more, well, generic.

We may be revisiting this on future Tuesdays, since I have barely scratched the surface of um...different street names...

If it's Tuesday, it must be........'Tato Head Tuesday!!!

The "T" word for this Tuesday is 'Tato Head. This was inspired by the photo of Optimash Prime in my Weekly Winners...

So, with no further ado, Ladies and Gentlemen, I present the 'Tato Head:



Dracula (unfortunately he had to borrow Darth Tater's cape!)

Bunny tail

Easter bunny

Hold on a sec, I dropped my knife...

Just back from Disneyland!

Abracapresto!

This one is just sad -- poor little Potato Head has a Halloween costume that looks like it's a size and a half too small -- see his belly hanging out over the shoes?

Boo!

Darth Tater

The studio.