Nom de Photo

Andre' Constantini'

What else could he be besides an Italian politician with a name like that.

Besides, he looks artsy fartsy. (cool guy btw).

Kinda makes Brandy Dial sound lame. Not to mention my early housewife look. My great-grandmothers names were Katarina Lucia, and Latuna Gazia Gabbitas. No?

What do you suggest?

P.S. Here's a photo I took while I was suppposed to be listening to lighting technique. Thought it was post-worthy.

5-0

Ahhh. City League Soccer.

This season the Scorpions are 5-0 (because they "strike real fast")

This handsome prince has the athletic prowess of insert athlete of choice here.

A magnificent specimen of a man(ish).

Letter to the Editor

I am a former resident of Mt. Sterling but have only attended Wellsville Founder's Day a few times. Luckily, only once did I witness the "Sham Battle". This year I wanted to take my children (Native American children), to the festivities and purposely avoided going during this idiotic display. But, apparently it can't be avoided as the actors involved are a part of the parade also.

I stood and watched, nearly in tears, the participants acting as Indians at the end of the parade with my beautiful children, one in my arms, one in the street gathering candy when she said, "Cool!" as they shot blanks into the air and hooted and hollered like no Indians I've ever heard. I had to correct her and say, "No honey, that's ugly, that's not cool." She was thankfully oblivious to the stupid display at age 4. I can't believe that I am the only one offended at the ugly, racist activities during an othewise wholesome, fun, family oriented Founder's Day celebration in Wellsville. I hope that the new mayor's first point of business is doing away with the practice of people painting their bodies and hooting and hollering like idiots shooting into the air in an effort to remind us that Wellsville is founded on land which was forcibly taken. Is that something to celebrate?

Thank-you,
Brandy Dial

For the Love of Alice

Oh how I ADORE Alice in Wonderland. Mae is too young to protest, so she gets the first Alice room. Lest you think I've ordered a Disney comforter and dust ruffle I'll show you that instead I used the decorations from our Relief Society breakfast that I couldn't bear to toss to make her already fanciful room/school room fancifuller.

The painted roses.

The Queen's deceitful rose painters.

Entrepreneurialisticism

"DO YA WANT YER FACE PAINTED?" These little buggers in north Oregon shouted at all the passing cars in front of the ice cream parlor. Georgia said, "They should have their mom."

"I'll give you $2.00 and get my face painted next time." was Jason's reply.

After we'd started working on our cones Jason changed his mind and sent Liv and George to get what he'd paid for. He was highly impressed with the gall of the half-naked (you can't see the little brother who happened to be shirtless), kids to stalk the patrons of the diner to earn a buck for ice cream. Those are his kind of business people.

Schooled

After church in Seattle this Sunday Liv said, "Jaxson's teacher asked me to do something with numbers and I said, "I can't" and Jackson helped me. Then she said, "You don't know how to do that?" and I said, "No, I'm home-schooled."

The best part about this?! Jaxson is home-schooled too!

Off to See the Wizard

Just like in Oz, we caught the Wizard unawares. Sent her on a wild goosechase with her Mr. He referred to me as "Mark" while I apologized for the fact that my husband wanted to eat at a yet nameless spot about a block north of The Market that served chowder.

Oh shoot, it's closed.

Take your nauseated, with-child(ren) wife to the elevator at the north end and turn and head south.

Avoid the homeless man by the pig shouting obscenities and racial slurs at the night guards. We're going to a joint called Ivers that one of said insulted guards recommended.

Nevermind, we don't want to walk that far, just head into the Crab Pot.

"You guys and your directions!" she said as he led her through the stinking restaurant after her 1st restroom break.

And then we were there! She suffered through the smell by breathing scuba style. Some friend I am to let us end up at such an offensive restaurant.

But she made it through dinner and next morning glowed on the couch to recover while we visited D.D.D #3 Voula's

I caught this darling pair in the lobby (aka the parking lot) while we waited for our table. I couldn't resist a baby butt crack. She was cute as can be. Most Seattle babies are because of their hippy heritage. That is if you can find one. They're as illusive as a pregnant woman at a fishhouse.

And then to the beach/park with the whole crew...

We watched a baptism or two. "Hallelujah!" they'd shout upon emerging from the sound.

Chaucer tried to get fresh with Mae.

Picture #3,987 of Georgia holding a feather.

That night we ate sushi. :)

RIP

I was editing photos one Saturday when Liv rushed down the stairs, "MOM, I'm serious the crab has one of the fish"...

It was like watching Wild Kindom. He held it with the Popeye claw and ate with the one that looks ironically like a crab fork.

RIP Zach