Yesterday was the graduation at the air force academy, so Troy and I drove one town over and hit it up.  By hit it up, I mean we sat in a field across from the stadium and waited for the important part.  The important part is the end because that’s when the Thunderbirds put on a show.

I brought my camera and Troy brought a space shuttle, to each their own.

He occupied his time while we waited and waited for the show to start by loading “moon rocks” into his Thunderbird.  Clearly the difference between aircrafts is really not that important to him.

The Thunderbirds busted out over the stadium and Troy fah-reaked.  I swear, he is going to end up a pilot and not a NASCAR driver, much to Jeff’s chagrin.

I honestly vote no for both professions.  I would prefer something a tad more safe, like an esthetician.  Momma could use some help with her pores, Troy.

You don’t hear about many estheticians being hurt on the job.

I can’t imagine being the mother to one of these pilots.  I bet they have clogged pores and totally bite their nails all the time.

Those crazies flew right over us too.  My ears are still ringing, at least Troy had the common sense to cover his.  He probably learned that during flight training.

I’m sure you are probably wondering why Zoe didn’t go, that’s because she was actually at the graduation.  She didn’t graduate, she was in the audience with my mother.  After the ceremony, the cadets throw their graduation caps in the air and then the people in charge invite the children down to the field so they can gather up one of the caps to keep.  The cadets just leave their caps lying there, isn’t that weird?  Anyway, it’s smart to let kids pick them up, hello free labor.

Zoe is super proud of her cap and get this, it had $20.11 taped to the inside to represent the Class of 2011.

To summarize, I might be deaf, Troy thinks astronauts fly jets and Zoe turned a profit at graduation.

Now get the hell out of here.

ZDub=Ladybug action shot photographer.

I am so over my house right now.  I have so many projects I want to get done, most of them involve paint but the weather has been so craptastic lately.  I mean, I cannot possibly spray paint in thirty degree weather and Jeff said I can’t use spray paint (anymore) in the garage even if the door is open and I put down drop cloths.  Apparently he has a fear that one micro dot of said spray paint might blow towards his motorcycle and if that happened, we would probably get divorced because how can I be with someone who doesn’t support my creative endeavors?  Spray paint benefits the family, Jeff.

We have a large cabinet in our living room. It cost more than our couch, chair and ottoman combined and I happen to think it is hideous. Please note I did not buy this piece of furniture, it was from my mom’s store and if I told you the retail price you would laugh and then think I was lying.

Upon first look, you will be all, “Why does that cabinet have roaches on it?”

Then you will be like, “Are those grenades?”

Pinecones, y’all.  It’s not like I have 479,087,239 pinecones aka Satan’s helpers in my yard, they have infiltrated onto my furniture.

I have been looking at this dumb dumb cabinet for three years.  Jeff and I have talked about moving it out of the room, but we use it as toy storage and I think I would rather look at roach grenades than have my eyes assaulted with a million toys.  That’s a bold statement, yes, but if you open that cabinet it contains blocks and 5,000 cars.  Some things need to stay behind closed doors.  And this cabinet was free.  Free is my absolute favorite.

Now if I paint this cabinet, my mother will probably disown me.  My mother is a firm believer that all wood is best in its natural state and if she even considered touching a paint brush to wood, she would instantaneously be struck by lightning.  I am sure she comes upstairs while I am sleeping and does quality checks on her precious cabinet.  Even if I did want to paint the damn thing, those roach grenades are carved into the door.

But she didn’t say anything about covering the doors in fabric and changing out the knobs.

I turned to my support group in my time of crisis, Etsy and Antho, and boom, hotness abound.

[white wonderland moda fabric & granita knob]

Let’s look into the future, the future being 5-7 business days once the post office brings my mail:

ZOMG, I can’t stop looking at it.  Jeff better not say one word or I will make a squirrel slip cover for his motorcycle.

I’m not sure how to attach the fabric, tacks and nails and staples are out, so I’m thinking hot glue.  Or spray adhesive.  Or chewing gum.  I’m not trying to damage the cabinet and get disowned, so if you have any ideas, let me know.

Your craft daddy,

ZDub