She had it coming

Well after a month of complaining to God about how utterly uninteresting life had become since moving to "Poco Loco"( the affectionate, pet name given to our thriving, metropolitan, commercial, centre ) something finally happened. As God often does with long, crooked nosed, stubborn mumurers he gave them their request but not the form they wanted it in. Well I broke my arm and have repented of my murmuring since all activities that were being participated in before this point have come to a standstill and I have resigned to reading science books on a mass scale and going on long evening walks with the kids to develop my shepherding skills and to keep mind and left arm occupied. I must run now but I'm having an operation tomorrow to put pins in my arm so please pray for the doctor as he informed me that I would be his guinea pig since this is the first time he is performing this type of operation.



P.S. Children ( and midlife crisis daredevils ) do as your parents or your wife tells you to and wear head/body gear when rollerblading. A helmet and arm pads are far less painful to your pride then a broken bone is to your body.

Hitler will be missed

A sad, sorry day it was when we waved goodbye to Melody and her sometimes self-inflicted mustache; but not without a single and final memorial to her eccentric self. Welcome to " Eccentric Night" where the only rules were "if Melody would wear it, then its legal."


























Esma on a "spa tour" minus the hunky, brain-dead, Kronk


























yes we were all shocked Jace had kept those corduroys since 1995

They believed they could fly

"Dying with dignity" is not a phrase know to Spanish chickens. Since the poor dears aren't alive and squawking anymore and therefore can't protest theirs rights , I thought I'd give them a little helping hand to insure that Spain imports some more Romanian workers to make them a little more presentable for our Sunday roast.




































( disclaimer: this is the result of not leaving a pocoloco village for four weeks running. If this post in anyway upset you either report me to the RSPCA, or buy me a plane ticket)

Since I've been gone

I've been a prodigal son and deserted my blog for the riches of the real world. In family lingo that translates as "fund raising and traveling across Europe in a caravan overloaded with surfing equipment". I don't have time to go into the details of how we survived mentally and hygienically for 3 days in a car with a constant intake of red bull, coffee and a continuous output of undignified language aimed at the French road system. Let the pictures tell the story of my last 6 weeks of frivolous living ( ahem I wish)

first of all a spot of modeling (i.e. having your hair being made to look like a bunch of pubes by a hairdresser who thinks its all "gorgeous darling".)























had a touching family reunion

















took on the man's role for nina's sake























made sarah's cake and blew out her candle















took loving, post-shepherding photos with emily ( only certain people will get this)

















stayed with the frenchies and partook of their cheese

















and feasted on vast amounts of junk food( hence the overjoyed preschooler face)

Groovy Baby!

Remember the bell bottoms, the gold medallions, the hairy chest, the inappropriately long sideburns ? Or like some people do you hope to forget? Whether you loved them or hated them you have to admit the 70's were a wild time and the perfect theme for our next home activity.




















" It's Raining Men"

Nina looking authentically 70's and Rachel looking like some sort of cross between a drag queen and a 70's slut




















Groovy Baby! the original Austin Powers

some 70's square dancing

Sara showing the blonde how its done

St. Paddy's day

Symbolised as a day to get drunk and sings songs about killing the English, this year limerick (Ireland's third largest city) was crashed by seven family members waving pumps, latex, paints and promising to make everyone look festive, or stupid. After a parade of Irish army guys and a Massachusetts police squadron trying to be cultural and get back to their roots, we hit the pubs to witnesses to the drunks and harlots ( and sell them latex of course). At 8:00 when people couldn't stand anymore and our shamrocks started looking like green balloons, we called it a day and retired to the blessed comfort of beer and vinegar soaked chips.

Sarah's face was blotted out so I wouldn't be continually accused of posting bad pictures and our friendship would remain alive and vibrant

some very sweet, very blonde girls who insisted on having pink shamrocks

what happens when you mix Guinness and baileys

that desperate look you get whist waiting for your junk food

Satisfaction!

celebrate good times. February 18th

Yet again I have put off blogging till 3 weeks later and I hear complaints rumbling about how I never update ect ect. Due to technical difficulties (i.e. a longstanding selfishness on the part of the people who downloaded the photos first), I was unable to post for a considerable sum of time , but finally here we are! So after 3 days of spiritual feasting we did the hygienically suicidal and had over 50 people at our little home. How the inspiration went don't ask me as my contribution was 4hrs in the kitchen to produce enough potato salad ( don't ask me how we manage to commit that sin ) to feed the hungry masses. After saying goodbye to our 50 guest and cleaning up a mess that looked like the result of world war 3, its was time to have our own little 50's party and talent night.

Please don't ask .

If you take my burger I'll make mince meat outta you!

junk food makes you happy

That was not some strange fertility dance, but a game.

and our boy band debut to "baby when you move to me ",

complete with socks as so our manhoods bulged just that little bit extra.