Rainbows and Celebrations

Mom!

LOOK! 

The work will wait while you stop and enjoy the rainbow!  

But the rainbow won't wait while you keep on with the work!

It's gotta be a message!

It's time to blog!  It has been toooo long!

You tell us, 

"Life is like a rainbow. We need both the sun and the rain to make its colors appear."

OK.  So life's had its little storms recently.

Finals. Upset bellies. Wisdom teeth extractions. 

TOO MUCH THUNDER!

But the sun's been out, too!

I've had a birthday, for gosh's sake!

Granted, it wasn't quite celebrated the same way as Fergi's was,

but it was still MY BIRTHDAY!

AND THAT'S IMPORTANT!

I was 4 years old and I deserve to tell about it.

All about it.

It took over a week to celebrate it, so I should have the liberty to take as long as necessary to blog about it.

OK?

(Do you even remember?  It's been so doggone long ago that we started celebrating!)

The weather wasn't the greatest on that VERY SPECIAL DAY

(It was ages ago ... on May 26. 

Ummmm.  I hate to remind you, but the last time Mom let us post was the day before. On the 25th.)

Thanks to my VSB (very sensitive belly) we forewent (how's that for a new word!?) a party for a short adventure.

First stop.  Red Rocks Park. Just about four miles from our home.

A brief little hike couldn't be THAT bad on the VSB.

Plus, it made me feel like the king of the mountain.

Any guy deserves that on his barkday.

(We WILL come back when the light is good.

This is a really GREAT place for a good hike.

And there's a lot of cool history here, too.)

Back in the car. A drive up the road to an awesome view looking west down the interstate.

Not too impressive this day?

Too cloudy?

Just you wait!

We'll be back!

Back in the car.  

"Let's go shopping," the Girl says.

(It's not HER birthday, but she knows I love to do anything she likes to do.)

Back to civilization.

Wow!  This could be good!

(Stanley: is that ball big enough for you?)

Hey!

Is there food? My VSB is hungry!

No food? How about art?

(I'm feeling pretty small about now.)

Anybody home?

Can we come in?

The Girl sees a shoe!

Hey! Fergi! Whattya doing? Come look!

(She was too busy. Enjoying the flowers.)

Up close and personal. That's Fergi.

(She's so delicate and feminine.  Just smells them. I'd probably try to eat them. Or at least dig 'em up.)

That's a girl for you!

Me? I liked the big, dirty, yellow machine in the parking lot.

Closer!  I wanted to move closer!

Even if it did intimidate me just a little.

(That was one big pooper scooper.)

Speaking of VSBs and pooper scoopers,

We decided it was time to go home.

We could wait for the party.

(They've never let me down. I knew it'd happen eventually.)