My brother, Bud, is a single father to my 9 year old niece, Fiata. Since he’s not into girl fashion, he let me take Fiata shopping for school clothes. He did the right thing, too. He gave me a credit card and said, “Get whatever she wants.”
Fiata and I made a day of it with sushi, shopping, and then a little fashion show. For the fashion show, I took pictures of her in different outfit combinations and then printed the pictures into an 8×10 collage through Walgreens.com. Now Bud can look at the collage to get ideas on how to dress Fiata for school.
I had such a good time with Fiata and the pictures came out so cute that I decided to share them with you.
Also, I have a couple of shots of our day. Here she is texting me from across the table at lunch.
Poor sweet thang passed out on the way home. She shopped til she dropped.
My family makes this pie all the time. It’s great for the summer because it’s chilled and the pineapple makes it refreshing. We made a couple of pies this summer while we camped in Backwoods, Oklahoma.
In the picture below, you can see our “stove” powered by firewood and a double burner that we use for making coffee and for frying things like green tomatoes. Pioneer Woman ain’t got shit on this kind of cooking.
Primo Pineapple Pie
1 (20 oz.) can crushed pineapple
1 (5.1 oz.) box instant vanilla pudding
1 (8 oz.) tub sour cream
1 graham cracker pie crust
1/2 tub whipped topping
Mix the crushed pineapple (with the juice), pudding mix, and sour cream together and pour into pie crust. Top with whipped topping and refrigerate for at least 2 hours.
This recipe is for one pie, but I normally buy enough for two pies and use half of the whipped topping on one pie and the other half on the other pie. This way, I can have my pie and share the other one.
You can also make this into a dip by omitting the whipped topping and pie crust. Just mix up the filling and dip with graham crackers. It’s delicious and kids love it!
Here are a few more pictures of us camp cooking….
Red and green tomatoes ready to be battered and fried. This is may favorite camp food.
My sister, Champ Superstar, is chopping up onions as the cabbage waits to be steamed and cooked in bacon fat.
My Mom is teaching my niece, Fiata, how to dice cucumbers for Mony Mony Macaroni Salad.
Gave my son a weekend off. He stayed with his cousin, Fiata. I caught up on True Blood.
Per his request, of course.
My family. We were never the type of people that wear matching outfits and hire a photographer to snap pictures of us walking hand in hand down the beach. We’re the type of people that find a photo that we think is totally gangsta and recreate it. That is exactly what we did for my Mom’s birthday a few years ago.
The picture is a polaroid of my parents and some of their friends, circa New Year’s Eve 1981. It is amazing. The pullover sweaters, the Farrah Fawcett wings, the crepe paper.
Here is the original…. My Mom is on the bottom right with the margarita we still can’t pry from her hand. My dad’s brother, BB, is on the bottom left with the molestache. My Dad, the goofball in the back with someone’s bitchin’ Boston Terrier.
The backdrop is my Mom’s living room because it glows with the early 80’s pallette we needed. The bad patterns and sweater vests were raided from my Mom’s closet. We couldn’t find party hats, so we taped plastic cups to our heads. This was three years ago, so the kids were 3 and 5 and already such good sports. You have no idea how many takes it took to get this one. Wait, here’s an idea. Here are the other takes….
I used to have a badass camera (it was badass in it’s time, okay). It’s dead now. Crashed into some concrete in the middle of a hand off. I’m still heartbroken over it. Here is what it looked like…
Anyway, to drown in my sorrow, I decided to post some of my favorite shots I took with that camera. None of these have been altered in any way.
Mom: “Ducky, if you ever get to be in the circus, what are you going to do? Train the elephants?”Ducky: “No.”Mom: “Train the bears?”Ducky: “Nope.”Mom: “Then, tell me, what do you want to do?”Ducky: “The girls!!”Then he lays back with a grin, crosses his legs, rests his hands behind his head, looks dreamily at the ceiling, and says, “I’m doing the girls.”
When my Mom told me that her and Mama Gee wanted to take Ducky, Fiata, and one of Mama Gee’s relatives to the circus, my heart grew warm and my eyes lit up. When I realized it was the same day as Buzz Fest, which is an all day music festival that we already had tickets for, my heart sank and grew another thorn on the side that pokes into my lung.