So, last Saturday we celebrated Jaeleah's birthday, again.  No, no, no, I meant again, this week.

I made a batch of Frank's buns. They are largely anatomically correct in that I have, as you should know by now,  an old war wound on my left cheek. Here they are, pre-tan. 

Now you can have Frank's buns anytime you want. OK, the secret is out, they are actually Margaret's buns. How about we call them Brown's buns?

Who wouldn't want to nibble on those buns?

Razor handled the chicken fryer.

Josie's cheesy noodles.

I grilled the filets.

The spread.

Tina, Mrs. AKA, Sir Edwin, the birthday girl, Shirley and Mr. AKA.

Desert.

Josie, Grasshopper, Mrs. & Mr. AKA, and Ed enjoying another beautiful sun set.

Ed and Razor waiting for the genie in the  bottle. Some how I didn't get a pic of Bryan.

Going home, thru the narrows, with Bill's point in the center.

 

OK, that's enough "old" jokes, for now, I'll do them again, tomorrow. Har,har,har.

My apologizes to the 24.2 million people who watched the "USA's thrilling draw with Portugal on ESPN and Univision ".

Yeah, I wonder why?

We had a home birth @ the center! Like most births, this story began about 9 months ago. Last fall, Grasshopper had collected some twigs for a decoration on the deck. One had what looked like it might be a cocoon, but was very big. Fast forward to last Friday. Grasshopper was painting deck chairs on the deck when George become interested in the twigs. She found a huge moth had just come out of it's cocoon, still wet and the wings all folded up. We had to take it out side, away from George. 

The cocoon.

She is a Cecropia moth, pronounced as SEKROPIA, of the Saturniidae family, or giant silk moth. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hyalophora_cecropia

Ain't she sweet?

We had a heck of a time trying to place her. She would crawl or fall to an unsafe place.

We finally found out that she wanted to hang backwards to let gravity help her wings open up.

She's happy now.

This humming bird moth was jealous and kept photo bombing.

I think she has my eyes.

It's like watching your kid take their first step.

I checked up on her before going to bed, and there they were, parked at the curb, k-i-s-s-i-n-g up a storm.

Saturday morning.

What a beauty! What is she trying to hide?

Ohooo.

They were at it allll daaay looong! must be that trantric thing I heard about.

Well, you don't get to see it in real life, but this is the next best thing.

Last evening we went to the estate for a birthday dinner for Jomei, I'll blog that later. The kids were still at it when we came home, but were gone this morning. Kids, they grow up so fast, it just seems like .....

Happy Birthday, Jaeliana!

Bring on the cake! 

 

Full moon last week.

We've been on a "see" food diet.

All dressed up and one place to go.

A la grill.

Yummy.

This recipe was called the impossible rhubarb pie. They were right. It was more like a cake and tasted like @#$%.

His and her's tortillas.

There are still large flocks of geese going north. This group was rather unorganized.

Quesadilla amigo?

This group had it down.

We had crabs.

Walleye, caught and cooked by Grasshopper.

Lookin' pretty good, I'd say.

It was very calm Wednesday evening.

 

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Look at that pinnochionose.

Get it?

Maybe there's more money as a lab "rat"?

Would you trust these guys?

I didn't think you would.

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