Day off = hiding from husband on computer...

Anyhoooo...so what? So my sister posts blogs for me. You want updates, you have to be happy wit what you get...I am neither fancy nor creative like my sister, Hannah, or my other sister, KC. You get pictures...that's about it. Let's see...I did promise recipes. KC, I swear, this sounds gross but it is SOOOOO good...making it tonight, in fact (shhh...it's Weight Watcher friendly...).

BBQ Bacon Meatloaf

serves 10
oven: 375 F

2# ground turkey
12 slices turkey bacon, uncooked, diced
1 c. quick-cooking oats, uncooked
1/2 c. bbq sauce
2 lg. egg whites
1 T. worcestershire sauce

Mix all ingredients together. Press into ungreased loaf pan (9x5).

Bake for 1 hour 15 minutes (I am finding that this is too long...check after 45 min. and go from there).

Let stand 10 min. before serving.

Jeter here is mighty cool...too cool for t-ball, in fact...



Graduating from kindergarten...yeah, yeah...5 months ago...whatevs.

Walking with Dinosaurs...Ben said, "Mom, they pooped on stage!!!"



Oh, dear. His happiness cannot be good for ANY of us...




Ben's birthday cake made by Hil with a wee bit of help from Hannah...a lot of help from Hannah. I'm a failure, okay? Hope you're all happy...




Mommy's angels...p.s. you never think a two-year-old is accurate until you get a ball going 30 mph thrown at your head...

Labor Day at 319

Oh its so hard to have been abandoned by my siblings. One moved to Germany, and the other...the other? All the way TO TONAWANDA. I'm all alone here and have not enough means to travel to those who have left. I feel like I am on survivor, but I have been voted indefinitely on the island while the others have run off to the mainland. But one magical day, a mysterious and powerful tornado scooped me and the boys up and took us to Aunt Hannah's. It was the first time I've seen her new home. It was nice. She's only lived there 3 years. And I had all summer off. And she's so poor she has to ride her bike to my house. It takes her 4 days. And she came to my house 60x this summer. But I finally made it out, the day before school started.

Anyways, our visit provided many anecdotal stories and chapters. Like the one where Evan sat in the living room peeling the sticker backings off Aunt Hannah's mosaic Pier 1 coasters. Or the time one of the boys smeared ketchup on Aunt Hannah's celery green suede coach. Or the time the boys enjoyed the crummiest cookies on earth all over Aunt Hannah's OCD clean floors. Oh the times.

Obviously not suited for those under 4 feet, her home provided inadequate entertainment. Punching Pandora and blasting her in the face with a water pistol is fun for only so long, you know. But alas, my young serpent, I mean, baby, always lets his vivid creativity pave the way for excessive fun. And this is what he found (and YES, the stone children in the fountain ARE facing backwards, because Aunt Hannah finds them creepy and doesn't like to look at their revolting faces):

He was soon joined by his older and more refined other half, gentleman Ben.

But somebody always has to take it to the next level...we call him Uncle Buck now.

"Lord please....are they gone yet??"

Dinner in the Pen

"OOOooooooohh! Dinner time! Delightful!! I LOVE the mess hall!"

But you can't beat any geek off the street, gotta be handy with the steel if you know what I mean, earn your keep. Regulatooooooors!

Mount up!

And anyone who gives any lip gets HIT. Word up

**Note from Evan: I was only one then. Give me a break. This is so old hat. I was young, I made mistakes...but I've learned from them, I've moved on, I've grown. I really wish you people would stop judging me on who I used to be...

Just Don't Feed Him After Midnight...

After a long day of running summer school programs, a weary mother returns home to prepare the family supper and complete all chores needed to make the next day run smoothly. As she works on these tasks, her youngest takes on a project of his own, complete destruction of all domicile common areas. 

After clawing desperately to her last remaining shreds of sanity, a young frazzled mother turns to an unlikely ally: a tranquilizer dart gun that her sister had lent her early in the week. Her husband objects to her ideas, but upon threats of inviting her sister over for dinner he reluctantly rolls over on his resistance under one circumstance; the offense must not take place until he has left the vicinity of the scene in order to protect his ethical responsibilities to the community. With the baby's father safely in the garage, baby momma unloads a small yet high powered dart into her baby's bum.

With the young beast sleeping peacefully, the family goes about its normal routine, undisturbed. They enjoy a quiet dinner and all chip in to clean the earlier fall out. Weary from a long day, the family drags to bed, forgetting the resting monger in the middle of the living room. But alas, the baby wakes. Confused and hungry, he moves to the kitchen, spinning the lazy susan to the first available jar of fluffernutter and inhaling the heavenly white goo ravenously. Suddenly, the baby's tummy begins to rumble. He crawls to the oven and glances at his face in the glass. He notices a stark white streak of hair running down the center of his head. Frightened, he whirls around and looks at his fluff covered hands only to see green claws and scaly skin....the baby realizes what he has done....he glances at the clock and reads the time...12:05 am....he looks one more time to the oven glass and sees the dastardly results of his late night feeding...

The baby considers his first instinctive emotional response: fear; but then, reconsiders. He now embodies many of the powers necessary to propel his raging destruction! Imagine the fear in the hearts of brother, mother and father!! Who could possibly tell him what to do NOW?! The baby jumps up with glee. He begins to charge towards the family sleeping area when he trips and finds himself rolling across the kitchen upon his beloved jar of fluff. The baby struggles to maintain his footing but is unaccustomed to these new claw ridden feet. He loses his balance and falls to the floor, bumping his head and crinkling his large ear. 

As the baby lies on the floor trying to assess the damage incurred in the fall, he smells something delicious...mother's cooking!! The feels a familiar happy warmth on his head...blankey? He feels the cool reminder of a juice demanded earlier in the evening resting between his arms....is it possible that the baby dreamed this whole event? The tranq dart? The fluff? The transformation?? Or did mommy utilize her one remaining dose of anti gremlin serum just in time to save the earth from gremmy take over???? I guess we'll never know...

She stilllll hates feet! :)

aaaaah....there's nothing like family.

Play Ball!

Aaaah these Kunkels are multi-talented. We think he likes soccer better, (evidence: at one practice Ben shirked his baller responsibilities and couldn't wait to get to the adjacent playground, smugly reporting to Craig, "I tricked you. I just wanted to come here to use the playground.") but he sure does make a cute ball player!

"Robert's" Red Satin Pillow Gallery