sixty-one.

boooooooo i need pictures to keep up. here is a charlie brown christmas tree.
ALSO IT'S ALMOST CHRISTMAS

60! This is a large number!

These are not lost, even if they appear to be.

59.

This is what happens when you ask people to gesture love for you.

Fifty-eight. (is great!)

What is this post about, you may ask. Well, it's somewhat about my mother and my grandmother and the simple transparent beauty of family heirlooms.
But it's mostly about the fact that my grandmother knitted a sombrero and a zarape for a hot sauce bottle and I love it kind of a lot. So there is one picture of it disassembled and one fully assembled in all it's glory.
Also we have never used the hot sauce, but it cost 11 cents. The price tag is still on it.

57. Pan likes corn.

Pan also just got glasses. Ain't he a cutie? He is one of the loves of my life, although unlike Crumb, he has yet to propose to me, and unlike La Bookworm, he refrains from constantly reminding me of my mortality.  Pan is short for Pandemonium, much like Pig is short for Pigwidgeon in 'Arry Potter and when you meet him, you know precisely why this is his nom de blog.

56! HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY, Sra. COCINERA!

Loving that everyone sings to me face!

Today (well, actually Monday but I'm post-dating this because I would have posted on time and everything except I had an unintentional loss of the connector cord thinger.) is my beloved sister, Sra. Cocinera's 35th birthday. That's right. 35. And I'm 21. And yes, she is my only sister. Are we done with that part now? Okay good. I love her and she is my friend. I miss her when I am gone and sometimes she even misses me! Mostly she misses me as a buffer for los padres though.

She is MUY FABULOSA and here are the many faces of mi hermana on her birthday:]

Incredulous!

Yes yes I'm still your mother eat that now face

Pleasantly "Yes dear what is it now" Face!

 

 

 

 

55. Or, why Eat Pray Love irritates me.

Because it does.

Fifty4

"Trust the Ocho, feel the Ocho, love the Ocho. The Ocho looks good."

Or, life in Iowa as defined by this picture.

Roses are red,

Violets are blue.
This duck got too close,
So Aaron touched it.
(53)

Fifty-two.

Viva la revolucion! Or, Aaron inadvertently poses for a picture.

Fifty-one.

I have a little baby bumblebee, won't my mommy be so proud of me?

Well, actually, this baby bumblebee has it's own caretaker. So I didn't capture it and do all the other gross things mentioned in that traumatic song.

50.

This is how I feel every morning. Curse you, USDA. (Click it, you can read it better when it is big. And I am not tech-savvy enough to make it big on here without making it all hinky and gross.)

49 and I'm with it again.

On Crumb's birthday, I had a bit of a photo shoot with La Bookworm and her next oldest cousin. Here is one of my favorite pictures. They really like anyone willing to stand around and take pictures of their gorgeous mugs.

48. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CRUMB!

I feel as if Crumb will need a new moniker before the project is up. Because now he is 4. FOUR! That's a lot of years for a person of his size.
You know what's awesome?? Birthdays in general. Cupcakes, family, giant snakes. What's not to love?

47! Someday, I could be this old!

Also, I love iced tea, while I'm telling facts about myself. Pretty pretty glass in CO. Ooooooh.

46 pictures.

In Colorado, some of the members of my family like to sit in lines. Making it appear as though they want to be on the cover of some bizarre tribute album. They're all quite lovely yumans, though.

45. In the order that you count in! like 4, 5.

Crumb went hiking. He got a little tired. But it's only to be expected, he does have incredibly short legs. Again, that makes sense. He's 3.

Fourty-four. Ah ah ah.

Annyong is fickle like the wind. Or he can't tell the difference between the pandas. Potato, pot-ah-to. That doesn't translate so well to print. Anyhow, he really likes tickling the New One. Jean-Baptiste also has fairly pleasant feeling about the entire endeavor.

You may call me Aunt Vicki.

43. Where Jean-Baptiste reenacts the Parent Trap with the newest panda of the Solitude Universe.

42! Six times seven!

Math is fun! What else is fun? Dismantling your best friend. Just ask Annyong.

41. Doodling at work.

It appears that Hinky Panda can come apart. Also, his eyes look not unlike Jack Skellington's. Ah, two peas in a pod.

40. from a different tiiiime zoooone.

(twilight zone music)
I am in a different dimension. BahaHA.

Thirty-nine. In which Annyong forgets how to spell his name.

He can, however, spell T-rex.

Thirty-eight. FORTUNE TIME.

Annyong has a gives you great advice with a slightly creepy smirk.

Thirty-seven.

Hey cats and kittens, please welcome to the blog our new friend, T-Rex. Yes, he needs a name. Suggestions? Let me know. But anywho, here he is. With his sometime friend and sometime victim, Hinky Panda. (Because there is definitely something wrong with his eyes.)

Also, I'm growing Sea Monkeys. Is this the best thing in the universe? I defy you to find something better.

Thirty-six.

This is my beloved godson and nephew. Crumb looks a little Becks-esque in this picture. What a doll. But of course, I'm biased.

Thirty-five.

I do not want to go on family vacation. I love them, really. I just prefer to love some of them from far away, and being home this summer is really harshing that mellow for me. Being in Dead Moines is never easy, and this particular summer is not going fast enough in any way.

Thirty-four.

Thirty-four minus 14 is 20, which is how old I used to be.
Look, picture.

33. 33. 33. 33. 33. When I forget to take a picture and end up with this.

Thirty-two...work is boring.

These are things I do at work.

"I know she's a brownish area. With points!"

HA. CAUGHT UP.
This entry brought to you with inspiration from Buster Bluth.
Shadows are fun for us. Don't judge.

Thirty and feeling a-flirty.

With this "Venom" truck. Oh, Des Moines. Your wonders never cease.

Well, twenty-nine.

These are our new best friends. We love them. More than the mean angry lesbians at Ritual Cafe.

Twenty-eight, now's the time we (pretend to) graduate.

Look! Faux senior pictures with an excess of sexy face. We're both trying to play hard to get with the brick wall, but it's just too magical to resist.