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I’m Back, and I <3 my daD!

18 Jun

Great news, friends!  My project is finally, FINALLY finished!  Since it’s a gift you’ll have to wait a bit to see; I don’t want to ruin the surprise.  T-minus two weeks until you can see the lovely pictures!

In the meanwhile I’ve been working on just a few things, including these:

how do you make crochet manly? Why, put some whiskey inside, of course!

For Father’s Day this year we got the dads (daD and Dadio, as they like to call themselves) some really awesome whiskey stones.

brown bow = totally manly, right?

And, since it seemed weird to get them whiskey stones without whiskey, we got Dadio a bottle of his favorite beverage and the daD a bottle of something new to try – honey whiskey (which, by the way, is DEEEEElicious)!

Dadio's whiskey pops its collar LIKE A BOSS.

Do you think the dads will forgive the girlie packaging?  I hope so.  =)

Happy Father’s Day to all you dads (and grandpas, and uncles, and soon-to-be dads, and you know, all of the awesome male role models floating around out there).  We love you!


An Unexpected Event

4 Apr


An unexpected death in the family had me road-tripping to Pittsburgh late last week (which is why you had no FPF…my apologies), and I only arrived back in DC a few minutes ago.  Since I forgot my camera (as usual), you’ll have to take my word that the following things actually happened:

1. I met  my new nephew, who, in case you were wondering, is UTTERLY awesome.

2. I said good-bye to an old friend by doing a shot of tequila with my moM, daD, brotheR, sister-in-laW, and Chibi. (Yeah, that’s right. My family ROCKS the grieving process).

3. I discovered something that should NEVER be repurposed — an empty weed killer bucket — and taught my 2.5 year old nephew a new phrase.  (“DO NOT REUSE THIS CONTAINER,” which, if you’re two and a half, sounds a lot like, “DOOO ROOoOSE TAINER.”)

4. I hugged some people I haven’t hugged in a long time, told them I missed them, and admired their brandy new almost finished house (and watched their little son lock himself in his closet about sixty thousand times).

5. I shot some coke cans all up, in the name of target practice, with my daD.


Sorry, Coke.

6. I renewed my love/hate relationship with the PA Turnpike.


I hate you, construction.


Here’s to Harvey, who once spent an hour trying to convince me I ought to be a professional beer taster – may the next phase of his journey be everything he hoped for and more.


5 Sep

…uhm, no one, actually. Apparently none of you hang out in airport bars in Pittsburgh with your parents. Never fear, though. We are the Queen of This Blog, and We have decided to name a Winner anyway. The Winner, chosen by Ourself the Queen because she left the snarkiest comment, has been contacted via e-mail, and We are pleased to bestow upon her the Custom Order of Her Choice from Our Etsy Shoppe, valued at $50.  Congratulations, Brooke!  (Can you tell I spent the week catching up on the Tudors?)

And now, because you, Our most loyal readers, are yet unsatisfied, here are the rest of the guessing game pictures: 

My daD and I were waiting for my Mom’s flight to arrive at the Pittsburgh airport, and so we stopped in for a beer and a shot.  Yes, yes.  daD and I drink beers and shots together.  I LOVE IT!  I’m not sure if it was the beers (or the shots), but daD & I thought the counter top at this particular bar was the coolest thing we’d ever seen.  We especially liked (read: “mocked”) the fact that people wrote their initials on pennies & then shoved them up under the bar top (FYI: it was extremely difficult for me to take a picture of the bar top without either my legs or bar paraphernalia in the shot).

daD began to ridicule both the pennies and the countless people who had wasted their money (and defaced currency), and ended his diatribe with the following: “And what kind of person carries a Sharpie around, anyway?”

Well, friends, I was a Girl Scout.  I was told to “Be Prepared.”   I whipped out my click-top Sharpie marker & initialed daD’s pennies like a champ (What, you thought I was going to spend my own money?  Come on now.  I just batted my eyes a little and three pennies appeared in front of me.  Aren’t daDs great?).  It is important to note that by this time the entire bar was listening to our conversation, and everyone (including the bartender) was now openly mocking Yours Truly.  It didn’t help that I was the only woman there.  Mom’s flight had landed, but she was still waiting to disembark, so we sent her this picture to give her something to look forward to:

Welcome Home, Mom!  And just for good measure, here’s a shot of our bartender, who is my cousin Nick’s doppleganger, and who graciously agreed to let me photograph him:

And THAT, friends, is that.  Congrats again to Brooke, and thanks to everyone who commented or e-mailed!  })i({