Xd weapon of brotherhood

Our home takes everything to the extreme, even the weapon of brotherhood. Angie had been noticing I was having a hard time relating to the fully functional members of our home by not having things to complain about like communal JJts, diapers, kitchen prep, giving kids spankings etc. So Angie, being the disciple she is she decided something must be done about this cruel seclusion, hence the breaking of her foot. Now we bond over itches, jelly muscles, the inability of our casts to commit for more than 6 weeks, and how we complete each other's eating abilities.  

 oh and getting sloshed has become far more hazardous 

editors note: for the truthful version of this story please refer to www.angie-lina.blogspot.com

24/7

24/7 has become the new motto for the Fontanars Fiesta. Four consecutive days of parties till 6 in the morning wasn't enough for us and we decided to outdo the natives with our own housewarming party for all the brethren in Spain. After many promises of mountains of brownies ( which turned out more like chocolate cake thanks to Gabi's Spanish cooking skills ), about half the brethren came to eat our undercooked chicken and (once properly drunk enough) groove out to "Lady in Red".


a ride on the wild side


















queen of the moors
























right before the gagging and choking started















our alcoholics anonymous club















integrating with the natives

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