Monday, May 4, 2009

Why Don't Animals Attack When You Want Them To?

This past weekend, I participated in the Martin Family Annual Crawfish Boil. Instead of Tshirts this year, we got cups!!! (The picture is a little blurry, but it says "Who's Your Crawdaddy?) It was a great party that included many many plumerias (which I will have to post about another day), 350+ lbs of crawfish, 1 margarita machine, and 2 kegs of Bud Lite.

I met a member of the family that I had never met before. THE Aunt Molly from Amarillo. This lady was FANTASTIC! She made taquitos, biscuits and gravy, lasagna, pea salad (don't like pea salad, but I'd eat hers every day for the rest of my life) and I'm sure there were plenty of other delicacies to write home about that appeared before I got there and were eaten after I left. (Mrs. Pam - if you are reading this, I'm going to need to get these recipes. She should write a cookbook!)

I got to visit with some friends whom I haven't seen in what seems like ages, but it's really only been like a month. Melissa and I even had a slumber party. Except we are too old to actually stay up all night, so we just gossiped and then fell asleep around 10, like our parents do. We got to see Raymond, The Blairs, The Harts (who we see more often than the rest) and so on and so on. Behold:

(Pictured above is John, Melissa and Kristen.) As we were sitting at the table enjoying our crawfish, a hellion child came over with a live crawfish and thought it would be fun to semi-attack us with it. I was hoping for the crawfish to put up a fight:

He proceeded to hold it (as pictured above) and take it around and either throw it at people, or leave it on their shoulders. Not cool, kid. Not cool. At one point he approached me with it. I said "You need to go ahead and take that away from this table, right now" (and then stomped my foot.) How motherly of me! I said it in a mean tone, like if he didn't stop, I was going to report him to his parent. And he left. He wandered away to torture someone else. Kristen decided that he behaves this way because he has a much younger sibling and is acting out to regain the attention that he once had, but has now lost. She's going to be a great mom!

Speaking of future great moms, here's Jen (Eric's sis) and her new puppy Jax. He is an American Bulldog (pit) and Boxer mix. Many Michael Vick jokes later, Jennifer decided to wrap Jax's neck with Mardi Gras beads for decoration. (Jen, down the road when you wonder why he's so violent, report back to this photo.)

A fun weekend was had by all. Many thanks to Ron, Pam and the rest of the Martins for their hospitality!


Stephanie Jordan said...

I love this picture of Kristen. She looks suspicious!

Jennifer Kirby said...

You should add Aunt Molly as your friend on Facebook! Then you can get all the recipes you want whenever you want them :-)

The little hellion torturing you guys with the crawfish was the son of my high school friend's boyfriend, both of whom were at the party - and obviously not watching after him! Surprisingly, he's not the youngest of his siblings. He has 2 much older step sibings, so he's sort of an only child. Regardless, he's obviously seeking some sort of attention!!

Do you think I should rename Jax "Michael Vic" instead?? ;-)
Now THAT boy is going to be a hellion - already is!!!

Kate said...

I want Aunt Molly to adopt me.

You should rename Jax, Vick. That would be hilarious.

melissa said...

like the blog! Enjoyed our slumber party! It was totally rad!