Mustache Easter Weekend

I'm sort of disappointed there will be no Mustache Easter Weekend this weekend. Easter Mustache Weekend 2009: The Nix clan met up in Wichita for Easter and family time. The guys grew their mustaches out and wore (?) them for one weekend, a practice I think is actually really gross, but it was funny.

The Easter brunch at the Wichita Country Club, thanks to Aaron's generous aunt and uncle, was delicious. And we were completely serious the entire time, as you can tell...

We were in Tallahassee for last year's EMW, and this year there won't be one at all. I think 2012 should be the year to revive the weekend, but not necessarily the mustaches.

Genetics are cool.

My niece Imogen (2011) / baby Aaron (1987)

When Tiffany sent me this picture of Imogen I thought it was adorable.

And how cool is it to find such a similar picture of Uncle Aaron doing the same thing?!

I love it.

We made it!

I am sitting on a couch with King Henry VII*, drinking coffee my dad made, watching cable TV and enjoying the sites, sounds and smells of my parents' East Texas home at Christmas. 

THERE IS NO BETTER PLACE IN THE WORLD.

We made it last night after a boring 12-hour drive from Tallahassee. We brought Olive and Toad, and they did well except for Liv being absolutely inconsolable unless she is perched between your neck and the car headrest. That wasn't happening for me, and we had a battle of wills until she relinquished and burrowed under my North Face jacket in the back seat. It was really cute, actually.

Today I have to wrap all of my family's gifts and perhaps get one final gift for this girl. And keep Liv and my sister's cat, Mildred, from killing each other. 

I successfully placed 12th in 4/5 MarioKart games last night against Aaron, Jillian and Hayden, but I think I impressed them all when I got fifth place at one track. I even beat Jillian. I think A-Rod and Haydo placed first and second or second and first on every track they played. Boys.

I'm going to be using my sister's fancy camera today to work on Christmas bokeh shots. My dad had the ultimate Grinch move this Christmas and FORGOT TO TAKE OUT OF THE ATTIC OUR SANTA AND SLEIGH and put it in the yard. What the heck, Dad?! The self-proclaimed King of Christmas landscaping forgot to take out THE essential yard decoration; it was the first thing I noticed when we pulled in the yard last night. It may have been the first thing I said to him after hugging him and saying hello. He promised to fix this egregious error this morning, thankfully. I'm also having lunch with my oldest friend Chels today, who lives in Florida, too, but whom I've never seen at her Florida home. It's funny how that happens; we grew up together from age three, and then we ended up in the same state together while Chelsea and Aaron both work on their graduate degrees. 

ANYWAY.

You might want an explanation about King Henry VII and the menagerie.

*This is King Henry VII, fondly known as Henny Penny, BFP (Big Fat Penny), Pigpen or Hen Pen. He's eight years old and the most fantastic feline to ever grace the planet. You could poke him with hot irons and he'd roll over and start purring. Which is good, considering Jillian and I used to wrap up our kittens in our great grandmother's quilts and push them around in doll strollers for hours on end. Please don't do the math... I wasn't necessarily doing this at age 14. Anyway, he takes great joy in distracting you from any task you may be doing if you are relaxing on the couch. For instance, as I write this, he is trying to sit in my lap and pounding his big fat head into the screen of Jillian's laptop. So charming. 

Here are the other two animal players in the Anderson family troupe: Gus, the german shepherd, and Mildred, the fickle feline. 

Gustav aka Gus aka the Goose, will be two years old tomorrow! We count his birthday as his adoption day, which was Christmas 2008, although the breeder said he was born on Halloween. His original name was Green, because the breeder identified each pup by the color ribbon tied around his or her neck. Sweet little Green.

Gus and I have a sordid history. He is a huge dog, and for the first year and a half of his life, the Goose did nothing but cause trouble. In the last few months, though, Gus has turned his act around and began to mature. Color me impressed. 

The little white furball under the kitchen stool is Mildred. Millie is my sister's cat, a gift from my parents her senior year of high school. She has an attitude and does not like to be petted. Until, apparently, my sister, came home from college two weeks ago and now Mildred is as sweet as BFP. I tested it last night, and she has become a new animal as well.

So anyway, that's the pet situation at the Anderson's. And here's a picture that would have been cute.

Womp womp.

TSLHT

Maybe three years ago, one of my friends, I can't remember who, exactly, gave me a pretty little red and blue clay heart. I put the heart in my car, where I felt happy every time I saw it. Several months later, on a return trip back to my hometown, I was running errands with my dad and sister - we took two cars because we had to drop one off - and my dad sat in the front seat. Somehow, my little heart fell on the ground without my noticing.

I did notice, however, that my dad was mushing together something in his hands as he sat in the front seat. I asked him what he was doing, and he showed me a purple clump, told me I needed to clean out my car.

Enraged, I swerved to the shoulder, grabbed my deformed heart from my father's calloused hands, and pushed him out of the car door, never to see him again. Just kidding. But I did ask if he LOOKED at the heart before he went all Play-Doh Destruction Force on it (he said no).

Sheepishly, he tried to mold my once-perfect heart into its former glory. He stuck it on my dashboard, where, after harsh frozen winters and the heat of summer, it is now permanently melded.