Project 365. Day Ninety-Five: The Rupert Series Part C...

A plane...



Jason's dad creepin' on our picture...



Crawfish face...



David and I caught in a refection...



...Annnnd, back to the end of the semester crunch until my next post. Yay?

Project 365. Day Ninety-Four: The Rupert Series Part B...

The band...



The love...



The cooks...



The brother...



The Youtube Tuesday...



*Auntie Karen,

Thanks for always commenting on my posts, I always look forward to reading them!
Can't wait to see you in Juuuuuuuuuuuuuuune!!

Love,
Your favorite niece

Project 365. Day Ninety-Three: The Rupert Series Part A...

A couple years ago, Jason's dad started throwing an annual crawfish boil. That first year, I started my own tradition of releasing one lucky crawfish into the wild, free from our feast. I affectionately named that very first crawfish Rupert, and the name stuck. Now, every year, a Rupert is released. It's no longer called a crawfish boil but rather "Rupert Day" (atleast thats what anyone with any sense calls it ;D ). One year when Jason and I couldn't attend this tasty event, his dad even set one captive free. And last year, the Rupert legacy was passed on to Ricky (our oldest nephew), who found the Ruperts to be such great fun that he freed a good half-a-dozen :).

Over the next few days, you'll get a look into my quest to free the Ruperts ...and have a full tummy :/.

The beginning of the 160 lbs of crawfish that would be devoured...



Rupert 2010...



The release...



"You're good to go, buddy"...



Tom Cruise...



Bottoms up...

Project 365. Day Ninety-Two: Dear Diary...

The Dog's Diary

8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Dinner! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!



The Cat's Diary

Day 983 of My Captivity

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Bastards!


There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now ...

[Orig. taken from an email]

Project 365. Day Ninety-One: Almost Wordless...

Great food.
Freeing tiny, red, prisoners of war.
Friends and family.
Outside all day.
Exhausted.

Project 365. Day Ninety: Headache >> Wordless...

Sorry!



Goodnight.

Project 365. Day Eighty-Nine: Dandelions...

I used to pick dandelions for my mom when I was little because I thought they were pretty, I could never understand that they were weeds. When my dad would take weed-killer to their sprouts in the yard, I objected. "They're weeds, we don't want them in our yard," they'd tell me. "But...they're pretty...," I justified. I would spend the rest of my childhood springs blowing the dandelion puffs all-over our yard and neighborhood in an attempt to save my flowers from extinction. I was certain that nothing so pretty could really be that bad. Everybody just needed to give my dandelions a second chance, so that the pretty flowers that made me so happy, could prove them wrong.

Once I was finally old enough to understand my childhood conundrum, I decided that I'd always blow dandelion puffs, no matter how old I got, in the hopes of finding a new dandelion someday. Someday, I'll even let my daughter do the same :)



“It gives one a sudden start in going down a barren, stony street, to see upon a narrow strip of grass, just within the iron fence, the radiant dandelion, shining in the grass, like a spark dropped from the sun.”

--Henry Ward Beecher