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Ho Hum

Well nobody’s bought our house yet. We haven’t even had anyone come for a walk-through! We’re trying to sell it ourselves using Forsalebyowner.com and we are on the Kansas City MLS. Out front is a big yard sign with weatherproof brochure dispenser always full of flyers because that is R’s big pet peeve when we drive around looking at houses. “They’re out of flyers! They’re out of flyers!”

Every day I make sure that thing’s full.

I also bought 5 of these from Office Max (and Andrea painstakingly wrote our address front and back on each one) and stuck them at the intersections leading into our subdivision but the city took them away because of some ordinance, of which the sheriff came by to inform me…

Then he took a flyer. And Andrea’s boyfriend’s dad took a flyer. And probably all of our neighbors have, out of curiosity, because we’ve gone through lots of flyers.

But by gosh, we have yet to run out!

(Speaking of Rodney, here he is – had he been 42 – in 1980. Ha Ha! I just can’t get over this. And me! Aww, Class Couple):

I resort to things like this to subdue my house-anxiety. It helps.

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Saturday Rodney took me to see butterflies. Actually the festival was over, but they still had the conservatory open through this weekend. I have no idea what the “festival activities” that we missed out on consisted of, I just wanted to walk amongst the “flying flowers!”

Look at this big butterfly net outside the door:

I got a butterfly net for my 8th birthday – I’ll never forget. One day I came inside and my mom was in tears laughing at me. “Wha…?” She’d been at the window watching me chase down a butterfly with that net – swiping it this way and that, and never able to catch the darn thing. I guess I looked funny? Thanks for the encouragement, mom.

As soon as we walked in, butterflies were darting all around us. They swooped like bats and when you watched them fly off, it looked as if they were marionettes on strings that someone was jerkily controlling from above. They’re not graceful, that’s for sure.

I mean, it’s not like I’ve never seen a butterfly before, but seeing so many at once (and all flying right up and around you and taunting you) was a cool new perspective.

They gave us each these fans to combat the heat (so humid!) and also to identify the different butterflies. I kept laughing at Rodney carrying his around like he was on the safety patrol.

Pretty blue butterfly:

R kept saying, “That’s a [whatever type of butterfly],” and getting irritated with me because I was calling them all birds.

This one creeped me out:

They ARE just like bats!

All the butterflies were regular size except for certain blue ones. They were much bigger than the others and did the most swooping and darting. I really wanted to take pictures of them but they were so fast! Or they would fly right up to me and around me playing ring around the rosie, making it impossible. I’d swing around and twist and shout and NEVER get them in the shot!

I tried chasing, I tried standing in one spot and letting them come to me, I tried flailing all over the conservatory. Basically I was 8 years old with the worthless butterfly net all over again.

I ended up with one shot of the ever elusive big blue butterfly:

Until we were done and I saw the balloons outside the entrance:

I got your Blue Morpho’s right there. That totally counts.

Update: Oh My Gosh. So, The Stone Rabbit blogged about going to the festival and my jaw hit the floor when I saw what happened and the pictures she got of the Morpho’s. You won’t even believe it. I don’t want to talk about it.

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42

Every year for Rodney’s birthday he wants the same dang thing: me to make him a fried chicken dinner and a devil’s food cake. I guess I’m a traditionalist, too. I have to put the number of candles on a birthday cake corresponding to how old the person is.

His tradition he loves. Mine, well it’s causing more difficulty for him each year.

(With Andrea’s help, he did get them blown out. Hee!)

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Yearbook Yuks

Andrea just got her senior pictures and I just found a hilarious website that allows you to see what you’d look like in yearbooks through the decades. Yearbook Yourself. We’ll start with Andrea… here’s her senior picture (Class of ’09!):

But here’s how she would’ve looked in yearbooks from 1984 and 1990:

The first one is very Tina Turner but, aww, both are cute. I miss big hair! I want it back soon! The following is the picture I used of myself (you know I had to do this). I chose one where I was laughing, but not nearly as hard as I was laughing while doing these transformations:

OH MY GOD!!:

In the first one I’m a man, complete with 5 o’clock shadow (or Mr. Drysdale’s secretary on Beverly Hillbillies)… and in the second, I am my elementary school librarian! Mrs. Enke! Hee… the first picture I found to use of Rodney was from last Halloween when he was a male stripper to my bachelorette party bride:

HAHAHAHA!:

What a nerd Rodney was in 1952, good lord. But his 1986 is pretty Rick Springfield. Here we are as a 1950’s family:

Late 1960’s family:

1990’s family:

I’m about to wet my pants from laughing so hard. But get this. I showed Rodney his “1976” picture and he said, “I have a picture with my hair like that! And I’m wearing THAT SHIRT!” We dug it up and WOW. His actual ’76 school picture looks exactly how they portray the classic ’76 guy look. He was such a slave to fashion. HA!

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Me: I can’t believe how much you got stuffed in your trunk.

Him: Isn’t that a song?

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Here’s our current house:

Here’s the house Rodney is smitten with:

The goal is to downsize so we’ve been looking at townhouses but I came across this place and it is so “us.” It would be a downsize as it’s less square footage and considerably less cost than our current house, but it’s no townhome. Uh oh! I keep reminding Rodney about all that yardwork. We’ll see what happens.

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