Winner : Pink Ladies Edition

We have a winner for this week's installment of Freakshow Friday. Please take note that my super hilarious and non biased best friend was the judge. Here are the top three in no particular order.

Dee Crowe
The party theme was Poodles n Knockers.

Sue
The Pink Sisters: Glamoury and Mammary

Miz Dinah
Whoooo let the dogs out?
Who Who Who? And WHY?
For the love of God, why?

The winner is...
Sue

The Pink Sisters: Glamoury and Mammary

Sue
is the funniest blogger in all the land.
Now head on over to her blog

and marvel at this fantastic award she just earned
to proudly display forever.

Thanks to all the people who played.

Tune in this Friday for another instalment of Freakshow Friday!

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The end of an era.

Three days ago, I offered Koen a moment to nurse.
He snuggled up in my lap, turned his head,
took one look at me and said "no."
He then scooted off of my lap and
ran off to play and hasn't asked for it since.

Just like that, it's over.

I've had my suspicions that we were almost done
but when I heard him say "no" with such resolve,
I felt a twinge of sadness as he engaged himself
in a toy and didn't even look back.
It was organic and easy for him.

That is a blessing.

Yet, for me, the mama
who has breasts that still hold milk,
I feel a bit listless and full.
It has been 17 months of feedings
and my day feels a bit empty.
My lap feels empty.

My heart aches a bit to feel
that closeness with my baby.
Luckily, it's been a gradual weaning so I am not uncomfortable.
I think that I will avoid engorgement.

I'm just a bit lonely for my baby to curl into me.
I will always cherish our bond and
remember his sweet hand rubbing my neck as he nursed.
I will forever hold onto the loving gaze that my met mine
during those early morning feedings.
Perhaps this sadness comes from knowing that
he is my last baby and that my nursing days are over?
It's bittersweet to feel the freedom settling in
but I would trade it for one more feeding so I that I could say goodbye.
Goodbye to my sweet baby's need for me to nourish him.

To all you nursing moms out there,
cherish it. Before you know it it will be over
and you will be where I am at today...

I am letting go,
I am shedding tears,
I am watching my baby grow
right before my eyes.

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Freakshow Friday : Pink Ladies Edition

It's time for another installment of Freakshow Friday. Where I ask my readers to come up with a caption or story for a funny photo. My best friend will be the judge and she's one hilarious freakaziod. So, bring it! Here is this week's photo, my eyes are burning from looking at it.

Are those her boobs or her knees?

I have to give credit where credit is due.
I called Roger in to gawk at this photo
in hopes that he could help me come up with a caption.
That just came out of his mouth the moment he saw it.
I love that man of mine.

You got a better one for me?
If so, you may just when this awesome award

and have bragging rights forever.
Oh...do I ever have an award for you!
You will win this brand spankin' new award!!

If you win then I'll linkup to your

Blog and make a big deal
about how funny you are.
Simply leave your funny caption or story
in my comments section.

The winner will be announced on Monday

You Capture :: Signs

The assignment at You Capture was signs.
I went a bit abstract on this one.
The other day as I drove through my neighborhood
I saw this amazing hornets' nest nestled in a tree on the side of the road.
I was enchanted by the little home
and decided to try and capture it.

So, once again, I risked
life and limb to photograph this fantastic nest.
As I clicked away I felt brave and braver...
taking a step closer and before I knew it, I was a little too close.
I noticed one worker hornet buzzing around my head
then another
and another.
Then all three flew into the nest.

I imagined that the Queen had sent them on a mission
to check me out and they were heading back in
to tell her to send out the troops.
If you look closely at the opening
you will see one single hornet peering out at me.
I took those buzzing hornets as a sign,

a sign to run away.

The tale of a young fisherman.

I come from a long line of fishermen,
and women who fish as well.
My mom, dad, grandparents, and brother
have spent many days on the water.

Even though I'm not the fishing type,
the family history still moves me somehow.
So, when Griffin said that he wanted
to go fishing with his Poppy
we all felt a burst of pride.

On Labor day we all packed up
and headed to the "big pond"
so he could dip a pole in the water.

It was a big deal.

There was a hunt for grasshoppers,

a quick lesson from one generation to the next,

and a new fisherman was born.

We hopped in the boat in search of Griffin's first fish.



I sat on the front of the boat beneath a big floppy hat

and quietly (as to not disturb the fish)
dipped my toes in the water as we waited and waited.

The fish weren't biting and Griffin announced
"I am not going to give up."
He held that fishing pole with hopeful hands.

Finally, Roger caught a tiny fish.
Griffin became even more determined
and begged to go around the pond a few more times.

"My fish is out there"

he would say as he reeled
in empty hook after hook.

When it was time to go,
he cried because he wanted to try again.
I think that he would have stayed out there all night.

They are going back this Saturday.
Griffin has a score to settle with the pond.

The Happiness Project :: Week 27

A dreamy field of yellow flowers that I drive
past on the way to the grocery store.
It always makes me smile.

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If you want to jump on the bandwagon
simply post a photo of something that
makes you wildly happy.
Then, steal my button up there
and include it in your post.
Please let me know if you decide to join in.
Don't forget to link up to Mr. Linky

Winner :: "I Do" Edition

We have a winner for this week's installment of Freakshow Friday. Please take note that my super hilarious and non biased best friend was the judge. Here are the top three in no particular order.

DG at Diary of a Mad Bathroom
Mmmmm. Mom makes the best port-o-potties.
Can't wait to have a little post-nuptual snack.

fredamans
You may now kiss the buttwipe.

Goat Mom
In desperate need to blot her lipstick, Stacy set out her trusty mini
Port-a-Potty on the grass area near the church parking lot...

The winner is...
DG at Diary of a Mad Bathroom

Mmmmm. Mom makes the best port-o-potties.
Can't wait to have a little post-nuptual snack.

DG at Diary of a Mad Bathroom

is the funniest blogger in all the land.
Now head on over to her blog

and marvel at this fantastic award she just earned
to proudly display forever.

Thanks to all the people who played.

Tune in this Friday for another instalment of Freakshow Friday!