Dad and the Basil

Dad has just "harvested" all the basil from our garden boxes and the kitchen smells wonderful. He is making lots of delicious pesto to freeze and enjoy throughout the winter!

Redeemer

Discussing the intricacies of WW 1 and WW2 with Luke (who knows quite a bit about it) discussing alliances, etc and Sophie pipes up - "So basically it's like a big game of Redeemer?" Well - actually...yes!

Alive in Lakewood

Sam. Gold star for blogging. I am to improve drastically! Busy couple of weeks here with YaYa and GDick. We made a digital album of the wedding and family pictures for them to have to take to YaYa's 50th high school reunion. I made a little storybook for the Rourke kids about their new baby, I started my own little mini business. I am pretty excited about it. I created some "word art" - a Lakewood one and a Cleveland one and took it to an art consignment shop (Local Girl gallery) - they have been selling like crazy so I designed a Rocky River one and am starting on some others. I have started up an Etsy Shop and plan to approach some other little shops. Kind of my new thing - I think it's got some real potential. More later!

Also - while Yaya was here, she painted the guest room which is going to be Sophie's new bedroom. New everything in her room for her bday. Dad came up with the bright idea of switching rooms which allows Sophie's old room to become the guest room and we can leave the decor as is! Dad and Luke have learned how to change out the ropes in the windows and they work great now.

I miss my kids who aren't here everyday but I love all of you so much and am so happy about life choices that you each are making. Very excited to hear more about Max's interviews for internships - very cool. Glad I am not writing the # of essays that Sam and Jack are - and wishing that I could be at the first men's chorus concert -

Have a great day - clean up spilled milk thoroughly!!!! Pour water on it and keep blotting until NO white residue...tip from Momma:-)

Love
Mom

Sam blog

Well I feel like we could start calling this the Sam blog because evidently no one else wants to blog. Now, this is definitely not because I have the most exciting life; on the contrary I believe I could fight for being the lamest one of us seeing that I bond with the library for 10-12 hours a day. I guess all the bonding time makes me want to break out of my shell and open up a bit. Seriously though, there's eight of us...I think one post every two weeks by each one of us would make this a hoppin blog. If not, that's totally cool though: anyone looking at the blog will just see that I'm clearly the most loved son (or maybe the amount I blog compared to you all shows my internal longing to have a sense of belonging? I hate psychology; those guys make me overanalyze myself). So, in an effort to comfort my inner depressed soul and boost my ego I am going to ramble on for the next minute or two about all the things that pop into my head. First of all, school is flippin hard! I mean seriously, what's with all the homework and essays and that jazz. I love my political theory class though. It may sound sadistic, but I think machiavelli's the man. Sure he had no morals and is totally screwed in the eternal perspective, but he's a smart guy. Also, I just bought some valentina (Mexican hot sauce). It is so flippin amazing. Welp, I gotta go have a social life. Loveya guys!

Fo-Hawk

So, I have a coupla more updates that I hope the family enjoys. If not, um sorry? So I guess the fun things start out with not crying over spilt milk. I went shopping this past Monday and came back with good things (most important being milk because that's like the greatest drink ever). Welp, I was putting them away when all of a sudden my milk (which I am positive was securely located) decided to hop off the mini fridge in our living room and spill all over the carpet. We all dried it up to the best of our abilities and then carried on with our normal activities. A day later however, the apartment started to really stink and we had no clue why. All of a sudden it hit us...darn milk. So, we bought disinfectant and our places smells just great now. Funny thing though, Creighton forgot about the moldy milk towel in the bathroom so the bathroom reals and no one knows why; the humor is worth the smell to me.
Now, side story to go with spilt milk. My whole jug wasn't emptied when it fell (thank goodness or that would've been way bigger of a mess) so I put the remaining milk in a pitcher in the fridge. I started drinking this milk the next day and I couldn't help but think it had a certain spicy flavor to it. I figured the container was just a little dirty (we're college students :)) so I didn't give it a second thought. So, the next day I really noticed the flavor again and then the milk had froze so I threw it out. Dane was with me when I poured it out and then decided to tell me that our other roommate Phil had put hot sauce in the milk a coupla days before. He made me promise not to tell Phil that he snitched so I just guilted it out of Phil later. Moral of the story: milk and hot sauce=not good. Second: I told Phil that payback will come. I want to let him simmer for a bit so it'll be a surprise but I would sure love some ideas, let me know of you have any! I'm looking for something subtle butter better than simple sauce in milk. Please text or post ideas!
As to the fohawk...my roommate did a little editing to my haircut last night after max helped me with the beginning. While doing so he asked if he could give me a fohawk for a day. I'm not digging it but what do you guys think?
I love you guys. Ps here's my apartment's family photo (plus Bree who came along for the night), hope you like it:).

So there was this one time...

I feel like sometimes we let energy take ahold of us and we end up doing some silly things. Now, on a normal basis we try to keep those silly things to ourselves; however, sometimes we just let it spill out. I generally like to keep things on the down-low; for example, I am not going to write about how I watched Crazy. Stupid. Love yesterday and then yesterday night decided to jump out of a moving car, because that would be silly. All I can say that if I did do something like that, I'd probably be surprised at how hard it is to effectively jump out of a car, even if it is only going 5 miles per hour. Thank goodness I wouldn't do something like that. Welp; here are some pictures for things I am willing to admit to doing though, hope you enjoy!