Diary of a Metal Mommy

Irritating! I had this nice long entry about my weekend finished and as I was loading photos–*poof!*–gone. I hate that! As a result, this will mostly be a photo entry with captions. I’ll be damned if I’m writing all that again!!!

Here are the kiddos, up at Grammy’s in Park Rapids, Minnesota. Having a nice run in the sprinkler on a hot, hot day.
One of life’s simple pleasures. A disgusting giant lollipop that always looks better than it tastes. A souvenir from Vivian’s highlight of the trip–the candy store. (the bad part was that I had that bad rap song in my head for days after that–don’t know what it’s called, but it’s some nasty thing about coming to the candy shop and licking the dude’s lollipop. Not exactly a song you can absentmindedly start singing around the kids, or your Missouri Synod mother-in-law, for that matter.)

I came home to find Orlando waiting for me on my bed. Kim had finished with him, and then left him there for me on my pillow. A friend indeed. I’ll take her sloppy seconds, fo sho!

After a pleasant weekend of doing almost nothing, we came back and did nothing on the patio with the Billadeaus. A greel! (Brian, are you sticking out your tongue at me?!)

Today, a nice afternoon swim in Stephanie’s new pool! I should say, Stephanie swam. I stood and tried not to have a heart attack as my son kept insisting he could swim.

There it is, my suburban so-not-metal life of the past few days. Unless of course you count that I kept wanting to sing King Diamond’s “Welcome Home” from his album titled “Them” the whole time I was at Connie’s house. (Grandmaaaaa!)