The Doodles of Google

Did you notice that Google has two "L"s today?

Do you know why?

Google is celebrating it's 11th Birthday!!

Happy Birthday, Google!!

Have you noticed the different Google Doodles over the years to celebrate different themes?

Have you ever visited Blackle?

They are so creative and awesome.

Google Doodle artist Dennis Hwang is responsible for most of them.

Do you have a favorite?

I doodle.
I don't get paid for it though.

I Google too.
and don't get paid for that either.

Darnit.

Don't look at me.

I found some of Remy's artwork in a pile of papers the other day,
and I had to scan it onto the computer.

It's a colorful, quirky, fun-looking snail!

He can be sensitive, so I decided to ask him first, before posting it online...
our conversation went like this:


ME: Remy, I love this drawing! Do you mind if I put it on the blog?

Remy: Sure, but I want 50 cents for it...


Good lord have mercy.

He loves to barter and make deals.


I don't know where he gets it.


Meanwhile...I told him that if he starts sleeping in his own bed,
I'll buy him a Star Wars Lego kit.

Oh, wait, I get it now.

Guess I shouldn't have started this when I bribed him with toys
to get through potty training at four years old.

hehe



Come on, admit it,
you've bribed someone in your life at some point, right?
Right?
RIGHT?!

Doodling Legos...Forms of Art.

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Now, on to today's post.

I've shared my boys' artwork with you before.

And I've made you try to guess the story behind the art.



They're wonderfully creative and scary at the same time.




Well, lately, my older son has been doodling on himself.




I've started hiding the markers.




And then Remy, my younger son, created something very interesting with his Legos.



Very mysterious. Or not.

What do you think?

What is Remy's Lego creation?
Give me your best guess.

Did you ever doodle on your hands or arms or legs when you were younger?
What shapes or designs or words did you doodle?




Ttomorrow I have a very special interview post
about a very special birthday girl
that so many of us in the blogosphere just adore.

Here's a hint.

She takes photos of calf nuts.

If Remy was President...

Remy came home with this last week or so.

Translation:
If I were President I would...get a pet dog that is a boy and my dog is named piggy. My dog would be smart and talented, really, really talented and I would get a servant

named Bobby and I would go to McDonalds.

Isn't he cute?

And then I found THIS drawing in my notebook by the computer:

hehe

Such an interesting child.

What do you think is going on in that picture?

The Art of Illustrations...or my Pantyhose is choking me

As I helped Donny with his homework tonight...wait, let me clarify...I don't help him with his work until he has attempted it on his own and is stuck, then I swoop in to help him work things out, so that he has the FULL learning experience.

Why do I feel the need for disclaimers like that? Because I know people judge. And, I worry too much sometimes. I wear worry like pantyhose, it's hot and a fits too tight, but it's going out of style and I'm ashamed. I want to tear it off, but then I feel bare without it. Naked. Nekkid. neck kid. Weird word.

Ok, moving on.

Anyway, my son Donny was doing a science packet on energy. He's in sixth grade.








Here's the one we had problems with, up close. Our problem? We couldn't tell what the heck that was a picture of?! Can you?



And I swear, this photo is exactly what it looks like on the paper. We didn't mess with it at all. It's blurry and indecipherable. What the heck??




Then Remy, my six year old, drew a picture, his special brand of art work. Now YOU get to figure out what's going on in this picture.




I had to angle the picture sideways to fit it in the scanner. It was an extra-special, wide mutant piece of paper.

Update - the Madcap Prevaricator talks

The artist consented to an interview about his work. This first drawing is a car made out of water. The deep blue water keeps the car together, the lighter water is normal water on the outside. It only travels in the water, it's like a boat. There are two drivers. The driver on top is a robot driver who is there to drive in case the bottom human driver falls asleep.









This next piece is a volcano erupting onto the guy, and the guy is so hot that fire is blasting out of his head. Are you sorry we asked?!

Madcap Prevaricator

One of my sons has a little issue with fibbing. I hesitate to use the "L" word. Let's just say he likes to embellish the truth. Or completely come up with his own truths. I don't know where he got his annoying little trait from...



He told his grandmother that he'd been trying new food recently, and that he'd been eating lots of "stinky tofu." Really, Remy? Really? Not at my house.

He once told an old lady in the shoe department at Dillards that he was an orphan. His parents had died.

If my older son Donny and I are talking about the dreams we had the night before, Remy shares his dream...which sounds remarkably like his older brother's, only changed slightly.

Our sweet Annie has been blamed for some pretty wild capers. I just don't think her paws are capable of throwing that sticky ball all the way to the ceiling.

Then, last week, he started telling me he had a locker at school. First graders don't have lockers. And, because we'd made such a big deal about his sixth grade brother practicing his locker combination before school started, I knew where this was coming from.

However, he kept talking about it. Wouldn't stop...but had a silly smile on his face and changed details a lot...so I threatened to email his teacher to ask her. And he told me I could. So, I called him on his bluff.

This is the email I received:

Yes, we do have lockers. We are so special because we are the only 1st grade class that has lockers! We only have lockers because our classroom does not have a closet like the other 1st grade classes. The fact that we have lockers in the highlight of our year!!! It is so funny how the kids get so excited about something like lockers!!! Remy was telling the truth!

So, now who's looking foolish and feeling ashamed? Yep. me. Just figures. The little stinker. Reminds me of the story of the boy who cried wolf.

On a related note, I was cleaning out my car while being robbed pumping gas and I found some of Remy's recent artwork folded up on the backseat. So, I decided to share my little madcap artist with you.

This first one made me smile. What he wants to be when he grows up.



And because I'm a good mom, I won't tell him that this is unlikely because:

1) He's white.
2) We don't have super tallness in our family.
3) He's white.

Actually, he's awesome at basketball. Really good. So maybe he could.

This next photo is a mystery. I can't tell if the guy with wings is attacking the volcano or if the volcano is attacking him? What do you think?



And this last one, made me smile even bigger. I don't know what the heck's going on.



I want your opinion on this one. While Remy's at school, give me your best guess at what's the story is, and I'll find out his version when he gets home. Let's see how close we can get...

My little stinker.

From my soul to your sole.

Every summer, a large part of our family flies and drives to the Texas Hill Country, deep in the heart of Texas, to renew our souls.

I grew up on a ranch here. My memories and my heart will always have a home in the country.

And this week, as we drive six hours to the Guadalupe River to swim and be with family, we will once again pass this familiar landmark...the fence of boots.

My mom stopped one year and took pictures, so here they are to share with you.

This isn't something you see in many other places...

Which is your favorite?

I've seen lamps made out of boots and purses made out of boots,

but fence art is pretty unusual.