Muppet Baby

So I'm beginning to believe I have a true little muppet on my hands. Kaiya is definitely the fairy, Trooper is Grandpa's mini-me, but Ari...she's the muppet. Somewhere along the way it was inevitable that I, Britten, would begat a muppet much like myself.

Ari has started giving this cheesy grin, or a looks-could-kill scowl, depends on the time of day but I don't have a picture of that yet.

But how is she a muppet, you say? Well, she is the spitting image of those muppet babies, but I don't mean cute and pudgy little Miss Piggy and Kermit in their early years, even though, wow, total cuteness.






No, I'm talking about those muppets from the orignial Muppet Show that actually look like babies - those genderless, toothless old people in little packages with the whispy, just-stuck-my-finger-in-a-light-socket hair coming out the top of their little round faces.

Observe here:

The pictures do not do the craziness of her hair justice. It consists of every length imaginable and still does not exist in some patches. She has derived serveral nicknames from this including some that are nicknames of nicknames, which Andy is famous for. The first was "Chickie" or "Fuzzhead" for the tuft of fuzz that was her hair when she was born, then "Chickie Fried" for the longer, fried effect and then this turned into "Chicken Fried Steak" which actually has nothing to do with the tastiness of her arms, legs, and cheeks we like to nibble on occasionally. To communicate she barks little high-pitched screams and when she is tired she lays her head down on her blanky and makes a noise that is much like a teeny, tiny motorcycle revving its engine. And it looks like she may have a temper that's worse than Trooper's and would rival Miss Piggy in a jealous rage.

I'm predicting raising this muppet will be pretty norm....just do the muppet dance and everyone's happy, but one has to remember that some muppets have a bit of a darkside. But then again, most everyone has a darkside including kids and mommys...and mommy's
usually directly proceeds the kids' darksides.

Speaking of darksides...

-Britten

Calling All Females...

So this is a screen shot from the animated series "Clone Wars" on Cartoon Network. This is Anakin after going through an ancient Nelvaan warrior ritual of getting tattooed before he goes on a quest to find the missing Nelvaan warriors. We fangirls like to say, "a cartoon has never looked so hot!"

Well, my friends....he's not just a cartoon anymore!!!!

*faints*

**THUD**



"wha...?"

Oh, yeah.... Thanks to me, this Anakin look-alike now has his own fanclub on theforce.net boards to the grateful eyes of all my single fangirl friends. Um, yes, I gave myself the "audaciously grueling" task of hunting this guy and all his stats down on the internet. I was so relieved to find his myspace .

Ladies - You are so very welcome... (evil smiley)

So Andy know's a way to a Star Wars fangirl's heart for Valentine's Day...I got the Star Wars Battle Pack: Attack on Illum with Snow Bunny Padme!!! I'm the only mom I know who's five-year-old son is jealous of her Valentine's present.

-Britten

Dreaming of Spring and Summer

It's raining as I write this. I meant to post this picture last summer, but never got around to it. It's of my porch garden, which was so lush and beautiful this summer. We had vines and flowers everywhere. It could have been in Better Homes and Gardens on a good day ("good day" meaning I finally got out there and cleaned up the toys and junk and swept, and perhaps killed some of the many black widows that are secretly mounting an army so that they can take us by surprise one day.)

Last night I was surveying the damage the recent freeze did to my plants. It's not looking pretty, people. I'm hoping some are only playing dead. Can plants do that? Do they perhaps go into self-induced comas to avoid further damage from the nights upon nights of frost? If not, I will be pretty devastated. Come Spring, one will be able to find me sitting next to the Tea Roses, rubbing a crispy leaf and trying to coax it out of it's slumber. Then come Summer, one will be able to find me sitting next to the Geraniums, rubbing another cripsy leaf and trying to coax it out of it's slumber. Then fall will come and one will be able to find me sitting next to the Bougainvillea rubbing a black, crispy leaf and trying to coax it out of its slumber.

Then mom will come over and say, "I'm sorry, dear....they are not coming back." Then she will pull the plugs and they will all become one sad pile of dirt in the trash can. More money gone down tubes in hopes of a glorious garden. This is going to suck.

But at least I have my pictures...and the memories....

-Britten