Over Memorial Day weekend the Husband and I packed up and headed north to Maine for my cousin Ben’s wedding. The boy I remembered most as being about ten-years old was old enough for the old ball and chain. Poor kid. Wait, poor me. I feel old!
The wedding was beautiful and made even more memorable by my sister yelling, “Mazel tov!” in the nice Catholic Church. The reception was very nice and the food was excellent. I do admit, however, that the DJs were a bit frightening with their…boistrous attitude and foam cowboy hats.

After the wedding and during the next day we were able to hang out with everyone. I think seeing everyone was the best part. Since mom died I really haven’t seen much family, except during Uncle Irv’s funural at the beginning of the year. It’s mostly been my fault. I’m not really one to contact people (I know, you are shocked!) and I also don’t have much that I think is interesting going on in my life so I never email. Now that last statement is scary when you take into account that I have a blog (actually about 7 of them). What the heck do I write about? Other than knitting that is.
Anyway.

So we spent a lot of time with my side of the family. My little second cousin or cousin twice removed or whatever that convention is set up baseball teams for a game we never played. One team was led by an ex-football player, the other by his 4-year old brother. The first team had two or three former baseball players, the latter had the moms, grandfathers, and non-athletes. He was on the first team. That is one smart 7-year old.

I didn’t bring my camera for various reasons so all the photos are from the kindness of all the family who brought their cameras. All photos can be found on my flickr account.

Before:

After:

I really should have gotten one on his side. Maybe later.

This month’s header is thanks to a mysterious drive-by Buddha…

We came back from a trip to NJ over the weekend and sitting in our garden next to the driveway was…something different. A Buddha, as it turns out. The Husband picked it up to see if there was a note but nothing was attached. I refused to touch it in case it was a trap.

Hey, you never know.

Anyway, we thought it was cute and left to add charm and character to the garden. This morning the Husband came in from his run to let me know that another Buddha had appeared in the front garden. Or maybe the little Buddha was there all along and we didn’t notice. Either way we now have two.

I must admit that it’s starting to get creepy, like they’re evil Buddhas secretly multiplying like in a horror film. Some day I will walk out the door and the whole garden will be filled with them and then they’ll attack.

I have theorized that someone is stealing Buddhas from the neighbors and leaving them in our yard but since they are the exact same Buddhas we think this may be unlikely.

We are convinced that a friend is putting them in the yard and are pretty sure we know which friend it is. However, he/she is denying it. We’ll see how long he/she keeps denying it as the Buddhas start to attack.