More Photoshop Bragging

Check out my latest Photoshop creation. I'm using it to illustrate a blog fest called Nappy Hour at the DesMoinesFamilies blog.

Can you see the little sleeping baby in the cherry?

The wardrobe

For color matching purposes, I wanted to let you know what the Burmeister's plan on wearing for the Kos Family Picture:

Jeremy: Blue polo, khaki shorts
Lyns: Light yellow tank, white tank underneath, white linen skirt
Vinny: White and blue bandana

Where's the Beef?

It's on my shoe.

Apparently Quincy saved me the leftovers from tonight's dinner. This is what I found waiting for me when I got home.

A little upset right now....

I have to express some frustration right now. I just composed a blog (my very first ever) and was really enjoying myself. I completed it, went to preview, and wanted to change a few things. However, I couldn't figure out how to change, so I just hit the 'back button'. You can probably guess what happened! Everything that I had just written disappeared! FUN!

I was sharing with you all that I have become the ultimate time waster with this laptop. It's probably a good thing that our wireless isn't working at home because I would probably be on the computer from the moment that I get home at night. I came to Bear Rock Cafe today to get work done and I have successfully wasted about two hours of time....depressing! E-mail is the killer of it all!

But hey, I worked over 12 hours yesterday, so I deserve a little time off, don't you agree?!?

Thanks for setting up this blog, Kel! I really like it!

Check It Out

I'm no graphic designer by any stretch of the imagination, but I was playing around with Photoshop Elements today, and look what I made... a new header for The Mother Load.

One for the Record Books

Jedd and I were eating at The Tavern, a pizza place across from Lowe's on 50th yesterday. There we were, minding our own business (as Jack would say) and SNAP!

A crazy scary noise sounding like a snapped twig arose from Jedd's mouth. He was eating a grinder sandwich, so I figured he'd inadvertently bit down on a concealed toothpick and broke it in two. That's exactly what it sounded like. But that's not exactly what happened.

No, he'd bit down the wrong way on the fork he was using to eat the last tenth of his sandwich, and he broke his tooth!

A nice little inverted V-shaped chip now marks his front left tooth. Eeek! He gets it fixed Thursday a.m., which is okay because he says it doesn't hurt. But from the sound it made, I won't be surprised if the diagnosis is more than just a chip.

Stay tuned...

My Tuesday Afternoon Office

The cleaning people have temporarily displaced me... couldn't take my laptop because I'm doing a backup... so it's just me, The Big Banana and my leopard-skin notebook.

Finally!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

FINISHED

Picasso of the Drive and His Ace Assistant, Q

Quote of the Weekend

I was going to post this at Juice, but then I thought you guys would have a much better chance of "getting it."

So Jack, Quincy and I were on the way to daycare when Jack spotted a set of winding stairs out his window. He was fascinated, begged me to go on them and then said he was going to have winding stairs in his house when he was a daddy (suddenly, I pictured Jack as a middle-aged cable repairman living in the country with his cats, his cold bedroom and his satellite dish).

Anyway, we moved from that to a larger discussion about building houses. He said he was going to build two big houses when he grows up -- one for me and one for his dad. I asked if they could be together so we could still share a bedroom. He said yes, and that he'd build us bunkbeds so that Daddy could sleep with Quincy on the bottom, and he and I could have the top.

Jack then informed me that Grandpa was building a house in Colorado, and that he was building bunkbeds in it for Jack and Quincy. I said, "Yea, that will be cool. We'll have to visit a lot."

He said, "Well, we're going out there on July 4th."

I said, "That's right, Budddy. You're such a good listener."

"Yea, and I'm going to go upstairs and sleep when we get there. That's my favorite part of going to Colorado. I like to go upstairs and snore."

Chip off the old block.

Indy Corn 250

Jedd and I watched Dan Wheldon win the Indy 250 today, and it was really cool. We sprung for the scanner and headphones, so we got to hear the drivers talking to their pit chiefs. Dad, you would have loved it!

A week ago, Jedd asked Jack which car he wanted to win, and he said "the grocery one." Sometimes we get groceries at Target, so that's what he meant. Well, he was right... we decided we're gonna take him to Vegas.

Do I look like a race fan or what?

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4th of July "Threads"

I picked up a couple "outfits" (is that what you call boy's clothes, too?) for the boys for the Fourth. Got them each a couple - one kinda classic and one more cartoony. Just so ya know ....

Out of Sight, Out of Mind

I just got home, and driving up our street, I caught myself with a big smile on my face. All the remnants of the flooded basement were gone from the curb! Blackhawk County, bless their hearts, came free of charge and took away all our flood-damaged goods. We just had to separate it on the curb. It looks so nice to see the wet carpet, drywall, and various other sundries GONE!!!

Great walk... Jack's doing all the work!

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Tired, Tired, Tired

I'm tired - Steve and I pulled out all the wet carpet and pad. Well, STEVE pulled out the carpet as I wet-vac'd to try to make it lighter. Now, the cement is trying to dry. Tomorrow night the wet drywall goes. Yippee, I can hardly wait. I love working 8 hrs. and then coming home and working 3 or 4 more - I'm too old for this crap. And, on top of that, the field behind us smells like wet chickens. I can't imagine the stench that must have permeated every molecule of air in New Orleans.

Little Mikhail Moore

Poor little Quince fell out of the wagon today at Connie's. Well, I guess "fell" is the wrong word. According to Connie, he "jumped." And the way he's been lately, I believe it...

Jedd's been calling him Gorbachev all night.