siblings reunited

My cousin, Carie, isn't the only one in the family with multiples. Miraculously, another set of Donaghue triplets has just been discovered!

The evidence? Each boasts a telltale mullet haircut too similar for their identical genetic compositions to be denied.

Although two of the culprits have since cleaned up their acts and now have more dignified haircuts, the third one still sports a Missouri Waterfall.

But don't take my word for it. See for yourself. I'm telling you, the writing's on the wall.

Dad, sometime in the mid-1990s. He still swears this wasn't a mullet; maybe all the perm solution fumes he inhaled while enhancing said mudflap with a bodywave clouded his memory. He also attests that the Z Cavaricci jeans he wore during this timeframe were REALLY cool. And don't get me started on those flat-footed pixie prancer wrestling shoes he had. Oh, wait...he still wears those.

Todd, circa 2006 at a Halloween party. I told him it was an event that required a costume but he refused to dress up. He said only rednecks participated in costume parties.

Bud, circa a few days ago. He's/she's still proudly rocking a mudflap cut. No fancy barber for him, either. He does it himself.

child protective services should be here any minute

I had nothing to do with this. I swear.

Keeping The Whites Pearly

Tilly got to go to the vet yesterday for a much-needed tooth cleaning. Greyhounds are known for their bad teeth. Apparently, it has to do with a combination of bad genes and the poor diet they receive at the racetrack.


She was 3 when I adopted her through a greyhound rescue agency, and her teeth were already kind of grody then. We've had them cleaned twice before, and she eats lots of crunchy food that should help make them strong. But they've continued to deteriorate.


Poor old girl. She had to get six teeth pulled during yesterday's cleaning and felt miserable when I picked her up. Her mouth bled all through the night. The vet said it was normal for that to happen. She's extraordinarily spry today, though. Probably knows she's going to get the fat off the brisket Mama cooked for dinner.




Augie's breathing a sigh of relief that he didn't have to accompany her to the appointment. But he'll get his turn soon enough. And since he's not required to be on a soft diet for the next week, no brisket fat for him. Okay, maybe just a sliver.


Heck, maybe I should get all of this guy's teeth pulled, too. He's been nipping my hand for almost 16 years. He probably wouldn't mind a few extractions; that would mean he'd get to eat canned food all the time.

Or, I could get this devil de-beaked so she'd quit biting. Now there's an idea. They'd have to sew on some lips, though.

Gettin' The Boy To Sleep

I've been told I'm fortunate that at age 4, Logan is still fairly willing to take a daily nap. But there's a catch.

He refuses to hit the sheets until he's surrounded by a selection of his toys. And his definition of "toy" is pretty broad - it ranges from hot wheels cars to rocks and pork chop tongs. Once he's arranged them to his satisfaction, he's out like a light.

It's about noon right now, and he's back in the bedroom arranging his nest with today's favorite toys. Hopefully, he doesn't develop an affinity for playing with bugs and lizards anytime soon.

Post-Father's Day Tribute to Dad

This was Dad's Father's Day gift last year. It's a pencil drawing from a 1977 photo.

That big watermark across the bottom wasn't on the final product, thank goodness.

I'm way behind on getting in some posts. That Disney World trip (photos are on the way) really wiped us out, but I'm slowly tunneling my way back from fantasy land to my ordinary routine.

Anyway, I saw this idea somewhere, liked it, so decided to "borrow" it. In honor of Father's Day, it's a list of some of the things I got from my dad.

• Hazel eyes
• Allergies
• A sense of humor laced with sarcasm
• A suspicious nature, especially when dealing with salespeople
• Flat feet
• Really good handwriting...but he still has me beat.
• The ability to hunt down a good deal
• An appreciation for things that are done right
• A name I could pass on to my son
• My delight when devouring a thick, rare steak (preferably one he's made)
• A preference for quiet over noise
• An ability to get lost in a project and work at it to the best of my ability
• A desire not to procrastinate.

Thanks, Dad. I could've done without your toenails, though! Love, Lisa

Bath Time For Tilly

"I hate this," Tilly says.

Logan helped me give Tilly a bath today. Tilly is our retired grayhound; I got her from a rescue organization when we lived in Virginia. She's the best-behaved dog I've ever been around except when it comes to food.

She'll take anything from anyone and is really quick about it. She once jerked a whole roast off the counter at my dad's house and was making a dash with it in her mouth when we caught her.

We ate it anyway.