Showing posts with label Pizza. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pizza. Show all posts

Friday, February 20, 2015

More February Fun

So here's a little shake and bake of what we've been up to...

Mom made Valentine's Day a lot of fun making us heart shaped pizzas and heart shaped cookies.


Mae has been busy dressing up in last year's Halloween costume and taking lots of car naps.


Pax helped rake the aisles of Home Depot last week and then he got into this Poonchky or whatever you call them.


And then we did a homemade photo booth, complete with fun faces at the end!


Tuesday, December 2, 2014

When I Grow Up / Field Trip!

So ever since I was little (I know, but even littler) I've wanted to be a veterinarian. So about a year ago I was talking to my Nana about it and since she's had so many animals she's been a frequent visitor of her local Vet, so she said she would take me.

Well, she did, and it was amazing. I slept overnight and the next morning she and I went on our own little field trip (even skipped school for the morning).

Saw the computers, operating tables, looked into the microscope, the whole bit.




This cat was in because it wasn't feeling well so we worked on it together (well, I didn't really work on it but you know what I mean).


Saw this cat skeleton and told the previous cat he doesn't want to end up like this any time soon.

Learned about doggy heart worm and what you can do to make sure it doesn't happen to your dog. Then after that, we looked at the dog heart and learned about it as well.



Lastly, I took a seat in the Big Dog's chair in the Big Dog's office.

And even got to don the uni... hopefully some day I'll be wearing one that fits me perfectly.

And to put a ribbon on the morning Nana and I stopped and had a little pizza party.



Friday, February 7, 2014

Mae's Work History

So while we ate cake the other night and basked in the glow of Mabel's birthday, we started reminiscing about the past, and all the unbelievable jobs she has held in her short time here in this thing we call life. It's actually amazing what she has achieved. So we thought we'd take a look back...

She started out at that dueling piano bar where there was never a request she couldn't fulfill.

The piano playing was a night gig so during the day she looped in with this Polish trio and covered the Wicker Park area cleaning houses.

On Saturdays she got a job at the local car wash. Turns out the manager had actually seen her her at the piano club and she was hired on the spot.

 Later she joined the MLS and took the Seattle Sound all the way to the final, only to see her team lose 1-nill on a questionable call that led to a penalty kick.

Her piano friends all had grandiose ideas of becoming bigtime musicians so she decided to become multi-faceted and started drumming for a band called Let Go of My Blanket.

Then the summer hit and it was all about the lifeguard jobs at the local pool.

And by night she was a starving artist who dabbled in painting and grafitti.


Her true love called in the Summer of '69 (hello, Bryan Adams) and she spent 3 months on a farm in Kentucky as a ranch hand with her Nana.

She moved back to Chicago and got a job working in the kitchen at a pizza place where Finley and Dad ate 6 times a week on her kitchen discount.

There she met a lady who owned a cake decorating company and asked her to come on board part time as a baker, which for a few months she felt like was her true calling in life.

Until she saw the broadway play CATS in London and tried out for a part as Mr. Mistopholes. She didn't get it, but she did get a part as a jungle cat dancer and was on stage for 6 seconds every night, which was a highlight of her life.

Being around musical folks every night brought her to her next adventure, which was lead singer of a wedding band that specialized in 70s disco music.

One of the weddings was a shotgun wedding and the bride, who was born and raised on the south side of Chicago, was looking for a nanny. She loved the way Mae sang that soulful 70s music so she asked her right there on the spot and Mae jumped at the chance and spent her days watching over a 4-month old while she dreamed of her next big adventure.

Mae - always looking for the angle, that kid.

Friday, August 6, 2010

Swim Diaper Alert

Sometimes even a swimsuit needs a belt.
Okay, so here's the conversation that followed this episode. Mind you, it was really windy and very hard to hear.

DAD: FIN! PULL YOUR PANTS UP

ME: WHAT?

DAD: PULL YOUR PANTS UP (very articulated, or so he says)

ME: WHAT? WE'RE GONNA HAVE PIZZA?!!

DAD (laughing): NO! YOUR PANTS, PULL YOUR PANTS UP!

ME: PIZZA??!!!!

Maybe you just had to be there.

And if you're as cool as Mae is in this photo - CLICK HERE to go see a bunch of our vacation pictures.