Between Beast and Beauty

Between beast and beauty...

These hands....this man

Here he is: the man who labors for the transformation from beast to beauty.

Tangled Tiller

Poor little tiller got all tangled up.

The Garbage

32 bags of yard debris, plus tree limbs cut into 3-4 foot sections...all removed from said play area

The Queen

The Queen: That's me.
I'm bossing the worker bee around.

A-W-E-S-O-M-E Friends

I can hear you. You're asking yourself what in the world do awesome friends and this amazing mug have in common, aren't you?

I have two sweet friends (okay, I have lots more than TWO sweet friends, but these are two of my sweet friends (Ana and Andria) who happen to be suffering through the master's cohort with me) who spoil me a lot. We went to an amazing art show of ceramics called Fired Works. There were many, many talented artist exhibiting. I told my two friends that I have always wanted a handmade cup for my hot tea. I asked them to please tell H so he might get one for my birthday in the fall. They helped me look for a cup that I liked a lot, assuring me they would tell H. When we all gathered for class on Sunday, those girls had lied to me, I tell you...LIED to me! They got the cup for me!!!!

Bottom's up, everyone (I think you're supposed to say that when you're drinking alcohol...not a coffee and hot chocolate concoction!). Here's to enjoying a de-lish-ous cup of hot tea and even sweeter friendship. Girls, I love you.

Nat

Throwing a fit

M? Throwing a fit? I know it is hard to believe, but sadly, it's true. She was Tee-TOE-TA-LEE (that is totally) p-o'd that I wouldn't give her crackers while I fixed her dinner a few nights ago. She would march in the kitchen, point at the crackers and GRUNT. I would send her back to play with her toys, where she would put her head in the chair and sob...SOB, I tell you...for about 3 seconds before she would try again. She would march into the kitchen, point to the crackers, and grunt. I would send her back to play with her toys, where she would put her head in the chair and sob again. Let me remind you, my dear faithful friends, that the sobbing--heart-wrenching, tear faced sobbing--only lasted a mere three seconds. This girl has some serious perseverence.

(Sorry for the fuzzy picture. She caught on to my sneaky, around-the-cabinet photo-op attempt and would rush back into the kitchen for her attempt at scoring some crackers. I had to be super quick so she didn't realize I was there)