Magoo Speaks Her Piece: #0000000000004

Background, Part 1: Magoo's talking is getting better. It should be, because she talks constantly, as in giving Rufus a run for his money. All that practice should account for something. We're in that phase where some letters are pronounced just right yet. She replaces her "S" with an "F" sound...making a word like "Sure" sound like "Fure." And she replaces some of her "L"s with "Y": "Yook over there! Dog eating shit!" (No, Yo Mama, she is not replacing her Tr's with F's like another cousin did...)

Background, Part 2: Magoo, also like Rufus, has a "hog callin' voice." You can hear anything she says from a mile away, even when she is whispering.

At church on Sunday, we stopped to shake hands with the preacher. Magoo was loyally at my side.

Preacher: "So nice to see you!"

Fatty, trying to act upright and good and all: "Thank you--I enjoyed the sermon."

P: "Glad you learned something."

Magoo, loudly: "Oh yes! My Mommy know yots. She FART!"

(That was really "smart"...which, of course, is debatable for a whole other set of reasons.)

The Princess and the Duke

Here we are - off to the long awaited Yucca celebration (aka hurray for the cactus). The Princess is one of the eight from whom the Yucca Queen will be chosen and the Duke is escorting the Duchess of Volleyball, one of the 532 Duchesses who are part of the Royal Court (Duchesses don't get to wear white fluffy gowns - they wear slinky colored dresses). I am just praying that the zipper on the back of our borrowed white fluffy dress doesn't burst from its seams before the event is over. The prior wearer of the dress was not nearly as well endowed as our little Princess.

Life certainly is exciting around here......

Magoo Speaks Her Piece: #0000000000003

Magoo has a twin-sized bed. Last night, I crawled into it to read her a story:

Fatty, plunking down on the bed: "You ready for your story?"

Magoo: "Yes!"

Magoo then smooshes her tiny little body all the way up against the wall, leaving about 95% of the bed open and going to dire lengths like laying on her side, to make the most empty space.

F: "What are you doing?"

M: "Makin' room for your big booty."

Many Moons Ago Part 2

Many Moons Ago

Last Ones

Rufus at the bottom of "The Face," a steep but smooth black (expert) that has the ski chalet at the bottom of...this means you have to be able to stop. Last year, he went down The Face and was going to fast to keep control. He fell on purpose, Bumpus ran over to him to see if he was okay, and Rufus was crying. Bumpus said, "Are you okay?" Rufus replied (sobbing), "I'm just crying because I'm happy that it's over." This year, Rufus skied The Face and did not fall down.


Whoop-De-Doo Haven is one of Boudreaux's favorite trails. It is easy (gentle hill) but has a long series of moguls--large bumps in the snow about two-feet or so high (you can see them in this photo) that make you jump up in the air. The only time I have ever stopped, removed my skis, and walked--and this is counting many, many days of me crying in frustration as I was learning to ski--was when I mistakenly went down this trail. I felt like Dolly Parton drunk on a trampoline.

DysFUNction at High Al-tee-toods

Rufus can now ski the greens (easy) like a pro and is getting more comfortable on the blues (intermediate).

Boudreaux can now way out ski me on blues and is starting to work on blacks (expert). Bumpus may be a little nervous about keeping up...

Rufus Climbs the Walls

Bumpus has a wonderful sister who lives in a gi-norm-us city, with tall buildings and cars (not just trucks) made after 1998. Aunt Woolah had Boudreaux over for the night and then took him to a wondermus museum exhibit. We drove up to get him on our way to the mountains. Of course, Bumpus cannot resist the chance to drive by an REI without stopping for some little fire-producing thing or some undershirt that costs more than my whole outfit but will keep you toasty warm in the Alaskan wilderness.

At the REI was a climbing wall, and of course Rufus couldn't really resist that. The wall was over 2-stories tall, and next to it was a staircase, which I ran up to get this photo.

CPD (Christmas Present Demo)

Magoo is modeling her new fuzzy few-shuh cape, her golden handbag, and her Snow White plastic high heels, all xmas loot.


What do two boys buy at Walmart with $10 gift cards (thank you Carolina cousin!)? Rufus got video game supplies. Boudreaux got books and a bag of doughnuts.

I'm So Far Behind

Where have the last four weeks gone? I guess I was in a Christmas Crack Coma. Or maybe I was washing dishes.

Magoo Speaks Her Piece: #0000000000002

Fatty: "Where is the dog?"

Magoo: "Outside!"

F: "What is he doing?"

M: "Eating his shit."

One Happy Cowboy

The Kaptain is now a Texas Ranger, or something. He really hit the bonanza this Christmas with flags, poles, candy, cookies, LaCocina shirt, and a real Texas Tony Lama belt. Just look at how proud he is. After wearing it to the Boat Show (where peeps asked what it wuz) he tole me it wuz a bit stiff so guessed it would have to be worn a good bit to soften it up. Y.M. got him good when I asked him if he wuz gonna hire sumbody to wear it til it got more flexible. I think he thought I wuz serious, fortunately he didn't do no hiring. Y.M.

Admiral don't care - he eats N E thing

Y.M. got a bread maker for Christmas, very fine one too, 'n The Kaptain was very excited when yesteddy, things wuz kinda calm round here, and I embarked upon my first journey N 2 Chef-Land-Bread-Business. I Very Carefully measured and followed all di-rections 2 the fullest. We sat and waited for 3 hours 30 minutes and Here It Is !! The feller at the grocery who showed me where the dried milk was said he used to be a pastree cheffe. I conde-sendly gave him a big smile and looked him strait in the eyes and said I was a bread maker pastry chef. Said he used to make bowls and then they filled them with soup or salad. Wunder if that is what I shoulda done with this baby. But good, Yum Yum it wuz good. Just don't think I can sell my wares, even to my own familee. Any suggestions? Maybe the lst loaf is sorta a break-in-the-machine-exercise.?? Y.M.

All I Can Say Is It Tasted Good

even had the paddle still in it! Woe is Y.M. !!