Friday Metamor"phrag"sis

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Welcome to my Friday Metamor"phrag"sis post.

There are so many phrags metamorphing around in my brain that I just have to share them with you.

In fact, it would appear that this little ole blog is turning into one long metamor"phrag"sis, as phrags appear to be all I'm capable of these days.

So many thanks and shout outs go to Mrs. 4444 who makes this meme available to us each week.  After you finish here, be sure to follow the links over to her place and see what kinds of phrags are metamorphing all over blog land.
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Meet Maxzilla, the Monarch larva (caterpillar for those of you who may or may not recognize the biological term larva) our grandchildren (and their parents) are observing this fall.
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Maxzilla, like all of his (her?) kind is quite an architect.  In a matter of 15 minutes he was able to remodel himself into this beautiful pupa (chrysalis).

I'm especially fascinated by the golden jewels he (she) weaves into the top third of the "building."
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Our "pet" chipmunk, Chippy, who used to live in our back yard has disappeared.  We are pretty sad about it as we did so enjoy watching his (who turned out to actually be a her) antics.

He did, however, leave us a surprise which has sprouted up in our window well.

We are letting his sunflowers grow - just for fun - and to remember him by.
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I had my hair cut and color appointment this week.

There is NOTHING quite like the "make-over" of a new do.
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I just wish THIS part - - - where Tracy is gently arranging my "locks" would last longer.

BTW, Tracy is da bomb.   No lie.
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I have been a BAD Kamma and have passed my poor speller gene on to my grandson Mack.

Oh Mack, how I WISH I would have given you a GOOD speller gene - - - I remember struggling with my own spelling words back in the day.

I also remember while doing my homework shouting out to my parents:  how do you spell _____?   Only to hear them reply:  USE THE DICTIONARY!

And I'm sure it is NO HELP AT ALL to tell you that in just a few short years, after your spelling classes are over, it WON'T MATTER at all if you can spell or not 'cause spell check and google will take care of all that for you.

Sigh.
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SOMEBODY in this family drives a candy apple red Durango AND has covered it with Badger pride.

Then the other day SOMEBODY noticed another vehicle with a BIGGER Badger helmet on it.  True, that vehicle just had the ONE bit of Badger flair, but still SOMEBODY felt passed by.

Hmmmmm - - - SOMEBODY better get on the stick and find a bigger helmet for herself.
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These are my cute little "summer" salt and peppers,
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And these are my cute little flip flop corn on the cob holders.

I NEARLY forgot to put these fun summer ornaments out this year!!!  Fortunately I thought of them in late July and got them out.

Since summer doesn't end until September 21, I can enjoy them for nearly two months.

Whew.
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The three "children" that have joined our family via marriage are gems.  We couldn't have hand selected better spouses for our three married kids.

This is Jason, the first SIL to join our family.  He comes up with little witticisms which his wife, Keri, has dubbed "Jasonisms"

This is one of those.

Funny guy that Jason.
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This evening the Seahawks are playing the Packers at Lambeau Field.

I doubt that I need to remind you that THIS is the Packer state, and nearly everyone here is a RABID Packer fan.

Except for me of course - - - I'm pulling for "my boy" Russell and am proudly wearing my #3 Seahawks jersey all day - - - even when we go out for supper tonight.

If you don't hear from me on this blog again for more than two weeks, you better send a search party out to look for my bludgeoned and bloodied body in some ditch or woods where the Packer Backers will have left me when they are finished with me.

I do kid.

Kinda

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Fisherhubby "tried" to burn our house down this week by turning on the patio light and then forgetting it.

The flammable problem was THERE WAS A ROBIN'S NEST ON TOP OF IT.
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I don't know how many times he had told me "don't turn on the patio light or you'll set the house on fire."

Then HE did it.

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Fortunately my "bloodhound" nose saved us in time that this was all the damage that was done.

First time EVER that Fisherhubby was thankful for my bloodhound nose.
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Marry a Fisherhubby and you too can have THESE in YOUR refrigerator.
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Now please head over to Mrs. 4444's place

To check out more metamor"phrags".

While you're there, why not join in the fun???

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