The first picture is me as you see me now, the next is me as an East Asian, then African, then much older, then an ape, and finally a Mucha painting (where I got the picture to make my new header).
I sent the link on to my sister who called me while we were in the middle of making our transformations (and laughing hysterically), and as much as I would love to post a few of her pictures that were far funnier than ours, I’m pretty sure she would not appreciate it. (o:
Here are some from the girls. The first is an age progression of E, and then an age progression of R.
Okay, now that I have permission, here are some of Matthew’s transformations. Normal, East Asian, West Asian, Old, African, and Ape.
Our dog died on Saturday after 16 years of life (that’s 112 doggy years). She was sweet, smart, affectionate and full of character– she really seemed like a person most of the time. She could always tell when we were talking about her, and she always knew when she was about to go for a walk… it was kind of eerie actually. She had a happy howl/bark when she would get excited about going outside or going for a drive. She was also very stubborn but even more loyal, and it was obvious that she loved Matthew more than anything. I think she lived a long life just to be pet and praised by him.
Matthew got Pebbles shortly after his father died in 1992. Having to care for her (she did not start off as a very obedient dog) helped him to be able to focus on something else and get through some very difficult times. When he first got her, if she ran away, he had to make a trail of bread in order to get her to come back. She could get out of any collar, and break any chain. He persevered and continued to train her into an extremely obedient and loyal happy dog.
As long as I’ve been married to Matthew, Pebbles (otherwise known as Punky-Nub, Pebbley-Poo, or Pebble-Pot-Pie) was there too. For as long as I’ve known them both, they went for a long walk together every night. It feels strange to not need to refill her dog bowls. It’s strange to not hear her low snoring all night long, and to never hear the “click-clack” of her toenails on the hard floors.
Anyone who knew her well, knew that she was really one of a kind. We will always miss her.
No sooner had I posted that other post (where I talked about not feeling nauseous) had I begun to feel the more full effects of early pregnancy. As time has gone on, I have felt more and more ill, with these last several days being spent almost entirely on the couch.
Earlier this week (before the cold snap), I decided to sit outside while the girls played. I figured, if I’m only able to just lay around and not get any work done, I might as well sit outside so the girls can at least have some good play time. That way I also didn’t have to look at the big mess all around me (our entire apartment). (o:
The second day we were outside, M was able to join us, and after I went inside while R napped, he and E made a little stone bench. E also installed a “worm pile” which is a pile of loose dirt next to the bench where she puts the worms that she finds.
Now, almost everyone has some level of a sunburn and it’s cold outside again, but we’ll be back out there again soon hopefully.