RUBBER TURKEY

eeewww. awwww,

2010-09-27T23:07:00.001-05:00

let's try again. the worst has happened. the best of it will be reported. stay tuned.

The Children's Museum

2008-12-08T20:38:00.002-06:00

Time Out

2008-11-11T20:14:00.003-06:00

We have graduated from Baby to Little Boy.

Door knob covers have been purchased and a gate has gone up to prevent entrance to the hallway. Cooking has become almost impossible do to extreme curiosity. He wants to know about EVERYTHING that is going on.

Thus the introduction of Time Out.

Time Out is a little place on the floor behind the couch. Little Boy has to sit there sometimes because he can't control himself.

I wasn't sure that a 15-month-old could grasp the concept very well when I instituted the new policy. But I needed some kind of discipline technique because "NO," "DON'T TOUCH," and "STOP PULLING THE DOG'S TAIL!" wasn't working all the time.

However, my doubts were assuaged the other day when Little Boy wouldn't keep his Legos or his passy out of the dog water bowl. I told him "NO, NO, NO!" several times, and when this didn't work, I sternly started marching towards him.

Little Boy quickly dropped everything, ran over to the little piece of floor behind the couch, and put his bottom right on it.

I was totally shocked. And thrilled that my discipline technique was actually working.

So I went over to him and went through routine of asking him if he was sorry, and then telling him Mommy loves him, and are you ready for a hug?

He then pouted his lips, stuck out his index finger, and said, "NO, NO, NO!

Guess there is still some work to do.

Baby Animal

2008-11-03T19:46:00.001-06:00

Happy Halloween

2008-10-31T17:19:00.000-05:00

Cooler Weather Prompts Need To Wear Jeans

2008-10-23T20:27:00.001-05:00

Hoodie also required as temperatures fall in Austin.

Pacifier still needed year-round.

YAY!

2008-10-18T20:25:00.003-05:00

We are so proud to tell you that Fricano's Deli has won an award from the Austin Chronicle.

We were voted "Best Kept Secret" in the Reader's Poll.

Here is the link:

Austin Chronicle Best of Austin

We are at the bottom of the page.

We want to thank the friends and family that have been so supportive. We couldn't have done this without you! (That especially includes you, WINGY!)

Relaxing On The Porch

2008-10-18T19:39:00.002-05:00

Cameras Are Mostly Untrustworthy

2008-10-14T21:38:00.002-05:00

We haven't been able to get a good shot of this baby lately.

He really hates the camera.

He wants to either completely hide from it, or take it and kill it.

Needless to say, this new development has made blogging a little difficult.

Hi Everybody!

2008-09-29T20:10:00.000-05:00

Number One

2008-09-29T20:06:00.000-05:00

The Latest

2008-09-23T22:08:00.005-05:00

The market is down, anxiety is high, but Baby learned a new sign today.

"EAT."

Yes, that's right folks, the Baby can now tell us when he is hungry with one simple hand sign.

He even runs over to his high chair when he makes the sign to make sure that we get the full gist of what he is trying to tell us.

And because he has been rewarded for his latest venture into the world of shared communication, he will now take one bite of whatever he has been given to satisfy his hunger before he signs the word, "DONE," so that he can get down out of his high chair and take a lap around the house before he signs the word "EAT" once more.

We now have to teach the kid the hand sign for, "YOU ARE TAKING ADVANTAGE OF THE SITUATION."

Any suggestions on what the appropriate hand sign might be?

Couch Rumble

2008-09-14T20:35:00.003-05:00

Chicken

2008-09-10T19:52:00.002-05:00

Jelly Bean

2008-09-10T19:50:00.000-05:00

Snap

2008-09-07T01:41:00.003-05:00

http://www.nytimes/2008/0907/opinion/07dowd.html?

Oh, I Can't Stop

2008-09-02T20:49:00.006-05:00

Here's another one that's all over the internet today.

Boy, am I glad I am not running for Vice-President.

I Heart My Garden

2008-09-02T20:08:00.012-05:00

Every night after Baby eats dinner we do our gardening. It's my favorite part of the day. Baby has really taken to his gardening chores. Less of the yard is going into his mouth as he is realizing that dirt isn't a snack and snails taste like, well, snails.

Yes, we do occasionally take a break from the hard work to relax and read a book.

Life at our new house has been fantastic. And Mikah is such a happy little boy. We can't wait for all of our visitors over the next couple of months!

Ha Ha, Wonkette!

2008-08-31T01:58:00.004-05:00

Uhmm... Do You Know This Woman?

2008-08-29T23:48:00.006-05:00

She could be your President.

Happy Birthday, Daddy!

2008-08-28T23:04:00.003-05:00

Signs

2008-08-22T17:06:00.002-05:00

Retraction (And An Apology For Hosting A Serial Killer)

2008-08-20T21:13:00.003-05:00

A couple of days ago, I posted some news. In that news, I reported that no frog killing had take place at our new home.

(See No Pics.)

I was wrong.

Yes, we have frogs. And yes, Monkey murders them.

And yes, I do pick up the carcasses so that Baby Mikah does not suck on them.

I Love My Dog

2008-08-19T00:07:00.000-05:00

No Pics

2008-08-18T23:01:00.014-05:00

Well, I really tried to post new photos of Mikah tonight. But Blogger is not cooperating and continues to give me errors when I try to attach pictures.

I will give you news instead.

The neighbors are arguing. And because we don't have a privacy fence yet, I get to see Hairy Guy yelling at Barbara Big Hair about when the trash is supposed to go out. (Names have been changed to protect the somewhat innocent.)

Monkey (real name) has no frogs to hunt at this house so he is digging up snails. And no, Monkey doesn't suck on them until retrieved (see Things You Might Find In A Baby's Mouth.)

Lola is napping.

Mikah is in pajamas dreaming about "more tickle". (Ask me, it's silly.)

Daddy is watching pre-season football on ESPN, wondering how he is going to catch all the Giant's games in Texas.

Deli is great. Busy as can be. Order your sandwich by phone and you won't have to wait too long when you come in.

Wingy still gets an occasional squirt.

Mommy is good. She's been gardening and making cupcakes and stuff.

So stay tuned for pics. When Blogger gets its act together, you will see something.

A Wedding

2008-08-13T16:13:00.002-05:00

Baby Mikah

2008-08-05T19:00:00.003-05:00

Daddy Cam

2008-07-31T22:30:00.002-05:00

One

2008-07-28T09:50:00.001-05:00

Rubber Turkey Will Be Back...

2008-07-22T19:56:00.003-05:00

...On Monday, July 28.

Our new house is ready, and we are finally moving in.

Check back with us next week for word of the latest adventures.

Things You Might Find In A Baby's Mouth

2008-07-16T22:10:00.010-05:00

1. Live snail. Found thirty minutes after we had been playing in the yard and gone into the house.

2. Wad of blue painter's tape. Retrieved a good half an hour after Baby was anywhere near anyone painting.

3. A soggy cucumber. Eaten at lunch which ended 15 minutes prior to incident. Cucumber dropped from Baby's mouth onto Dog's back. Hairy soggy vegetable was then placed back in Baby's mouth by Baby himself. Whole process witnessed by Parent across the room and helpless to do anything about it.

Lola, Monkey, and a Sippy Cup

2008-07-16T21:33:00.001-05:00

Hey, Joey! Remember This Shirt?

2008-07-12T20:11:00.001-05:00

Snork

2008-07-12T19:57:00.000-05:00

What Does This Mean?

2008-07-10T23:03:00.002-05:00

Paul Found This One

2008-07-10T12:17:00.001-05:00

Beautiful

2008-07-07T22:08:00.003-05:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zlfKdbWwruY&feature=user

4 million people have already seen it. You may be one of them.

Click on "Watch in high quality" if you can.

Just watch.

Made me feel good.

Walking Baby

2008-07-07T20:42:00.003-05:00

Happy Birthday Sis!

2008-07-06T21:08:00.002-05:00

Count it. 32. Hope you had a fantastic day!

Sorry you couldn't be there to enjoy it, but the cake was really delicious.

6th of July

2008-07-06T20:47:00.002-05:00

9:36 am: Mommy's neck hurts. Daddy's grumpy. Baby won't let anyone forget that his two top teeth are emerging.

11:45 am: Mommy and Daddy hire a professional painter.

1:35 pm: Mommy and Daddy and Baby go out for bar-b-q to celebrate. Baby even ate a pickle.

4th of July

2008-07-04T21:31:00.007-05:00

5 am: Three piercing beeps. A smoke alarm goes off in the house. Adrenalin shoots through Mommy's body. Mommy gets up to investigate, but no more beeps incur, and she goes back to sleep at approximately 5:15 am.

5:17 am: Three more piercing beeps. OK, a bum battery in one of the alarms. Which smoke detector is it? Decide to wait for the next set of beeps in the kitchen, a central location in the house.

5:53 am: Three more piercing beeps. Mommy wipes the drool from her face and pulls head off kitchen table. Did the beeps come from the right or the left? Try to discern intervals at which beeps are happening, can't figure it out. Decide to stay standing and awake for next set of beeps. Mommy also realizes that she is the only one awake. Baby, husband, and dogs are snoring. Mommy is not.

6:27 am: No more beeps. Fully awake. Must be the smoke detector over the stairs, the oldest one in the house. Climb on the railing, twist the detector from the ceiling, only to realize that it is not battery operated, but wired into the house's electrical system. Can only deactivate alarm if electrical breaker is turned off. Too tired to care. Go back to bed.

6:29 am: Three more piercing beeps. Mommy still the only creature in the house that has woken up as a result. Stay in bed.

7:02 am: Baby wakes up of own accord. Makes sounds in crib. Decide to ignore. Husband and dogs still asleep.

7:37 am: Baby starts yelling, "HEY, HEEEEEY"

7:45 am: Husband and dogs get up to take care of baby. Let Mommy stay in bed.

8:40 am: Dogs running around house, baby scootering into everything, Daddy trying to keep everybody contained so Mommy can sleep. Mommy finally gets up.

10:03 am: Daddy has gone out to get Mommy coffee. Mommy peels herself off the couch and gets ready to go.

10:47 am: On the way to the new house to paint it. Have packed baby, baby's food, baby's diapers, baby's toys, baby's extra set of clothes, baby's playpen, baby's scooter. Only took forever.

10:49 am: Forgot Mommy's sunglasses. Very unhappy.

12:30 pm: Mommy and Daddy painting new house. Baby very glum in playpen.

12:32 pm: Mommy calls friend to help. Friend totally wants to help and comes right over.

2:00 pm: All adults in house are painting, baby is screaming.

2:02 pm: Take baby for drive to induce sleep. Works. Drive back to new house and immediately induce baby dissatisfaction.

2:30 pm: Baby melt down. Mommy takes baby into yard to play.

2:31 pm: Baby only wants to eat tiny pebbles in front yard. Probably bad for digestive system. Go into back yard to play.

3:30 pm: Daddy and friend have worked like dogs in the house. Daddy scraped popcorn ceilings, friend painted walls and ceilings. Baby opened and closed back gate 463 times, and now bored.

5:00 pm: Everyone exhausted and DONE.

6:38 pm: So called, "Exhausted Baby" back at home, making loud sound effects in crib with pajamas on. Mommy and Daddy eating Whataburger.

8:03 pm: Baby has passed out.

8:31 pm: Three sharp pops in the sky. Dogs start barking.

8:33 pm: Dogs have not shut up.

8:35 pm: Fireworks really begin.

8:37 pm: Dogs bark more. Baby cries.

8:45 pm: Dogs won't shut up. Baby totally awake. "HEEEEEEEEY!" All sorts of high jinks ensue.

10:14 pm: Baby, husband, dogs asleep.

10:18 pm: Mommy wired. Looks for Law and Order rerun.

11:30 pm: Mommy has apparently seen every Law and Order on TV 500 times already.

11:32 pm: Mommy has realized that the smoke detector has not gone off since 6:29 am. Will it go off again tomorrow morning? Oh my sweet goodness, she hopes not.

11:34 pm: One more sharp pop. Mommy has opened a very cold beer.

11:35 pm: To be continued....

Scooterin'

2008-07-02T19:06:00.004-05:00

He would do this all day long if we let him.

Frog Update

2008-06-25T22:24:00.000-05:00

We thought this was all over and done with.

But it's not.

And we don't have any pictures to show for it. Because it all happens in the dark.

The DARK.

Frogs come out at night. At least around here. They chirp and bull and puff. Trying to get attention. They hop around on their little spongy toes and swell to unusual sizes to get attention...

The WRONG KIND OF ATTENTION.

Monkey has alerted us to the fact that our wee frog was not alone.

Oh, no.

He was part of an Army.

An Army poised to hop into our kitchen one at a time and gain our unopposed trust.

Rubber Turkey believed them. We thought they were feeble and weak.

But since we last updated you, Monkey has uncovered several buried frogs in our yard. Granted, some were dead, but some were just feigning death to gain mere passage to our home. They were hoping to outwit the feeble minded Monkey and hop their way into our kitchen for the usual errant fly.

Monkey has proved to be a fervent uncoverer of the truth. A warrior of undocumented dimension.

Thank you, Monkey. Thank you for killing unmercilessly those who do not deserve entry.

Your powers have not gone unnoticed. And you will be highly exalted.

Reckless Driving

2008-06-23T19:49:00.004-05:00

It's been too long since we posted. Rubber Turkey will try to do better.

Can you tell what body of water that phone ended up in at the end? Yes, I know. Time to move the water bowl.

On Top Of Spaghetti

2008-06-10T21:05:00.003-05:00

So Long, Kevin! We Miss You Already!

2008-06-09T19:39:00.003-05:00

Fricano's Deli has lost a valuable employee.

Kevin, pictured right, was punctual for work only three times. He burned about $120 worth of chocolate chip cookies, and once baked a batch with salt instead of sugar.

But to his credit, he did arrive at work once fifteen minutes early and helped me tremendously during a breakfast rush (Granted, it was a mistake. He was staying at a friend's house and didn't realize how close his friend lived to the deli.) Kevin also put up with all of our boisterous regulars with grace, and didn't seem to mind that Gil could only talk to him about all things Chinese, even though he is from Colorado.

Kevin took all of our abuse remarkably, and always made us smile. We miss you, Kevin. Good luck in the big city. Don't let it chew you up and spit you out.

(For all of our New York readers, if you come upon this boy in the city, please treat him kindly. He's doing the best he can.)

Cheers, Kevin.

Monkey Hair

2008-06-04T21:34:00.004-05:00

You might notice that in this last shot, Mikah is trying to throw my keys into his playpen. Thank goodness I caught this action photo, or I might never have found them.

Shanghai Surprise

2008-06-03T22:13:00.005-05:00

Stella, our babysitter, has been back home in Shanghai for family business. We miss her so much. But she sent these beautiful clothes to remind Mikah that she will be back soon. Thank you Stella!

A Passing (the latest, and seemingly last, Frog Update)

2008-06-03T21:55:00.004-05:00

We haven't seen the frog in a few days. His appearances had been regular and, well... appreciated. I mean, it's weird to have a wild frog show up in your kitchen every now and then, but he was harmless. And when he wasn't in our house, he was waiting by our back door.

To make a long story short, Monkey started barking at something in the dirt. I walked over to check it all out. And there, half-covered by dusty Earth and belly-up, was our frog.

I feel strangely sad. He was a regular occurrence for a while. We will miss him.

Oh, I hope he didn't suffer. And I hope he didn't leave any helpless tadpoles behind. Which I doubt, because it's been dry.

We are starting a collection for poor Mrs. Frog. Checks payable to Fricano's Deli c/o Beloved Frog.

We (Might) Have A Winner

2008-06-01T21:18:00.011-05:00

Last week I went to the city shelter. A kill-shelter. I found a beautiful dog named Frenchy. German Shepard mix, two years old, long sexy legs, and a silky black and chestnut coat. Oh, did I mention the sassy curly tail and the soulful chocolate eyes?

We passed the initial interview and our application was stamped approved. All that we had to do to take Frenchy home was introduce her to Lola.

A "Meet and Greet" on the grounds of the city shelter.

Now, Lola has issues. I mean, she was originally rescued from a junkyard in Brooklyn. She can be aggressive with other dogs, is abnormally protective of her people, and has a LOUD bark.

But she has had a whole bunch of doggy friends. Like, Hara the Rottweiler and Nova the Labrador. We know that she has social skills. Other dogs just have to get used to her. I was a little worried, but not too worried..

So this is how it went. I showed up at the shelter with Lola the Dog and Mikah the Baby. A young girl greeted us and explained that I would not be present for the meeting. I asked, "Are you serious?" and she said, "Yes."

She took Lola's leash and led us to another building. Lola was then taken to the "Meeting Room." Via another door, I saw Frenchy brought into the building and led to that same room.

Three minutes later, maybe less, Lola was marched back out to me. My heart sunk. I saw Frenchy leave through the same door she entered. Ugh.

The chick holding Lola's leash then explained that my dog didn't like their dog. Sorry. No doubt about it. This adoption wasn't going to happen. Good luck to you and your unworthy family. Good bye. And oh, yeah, we'll euthanize about twenty dogs before sundown. Cheers.

Can you say DE... VA... STATED?

Took me a few days do get over that one.

After a lot of griping, and cursing, and crying to Jamil, I pulled myself together. Started looking for an alternative. Because I'm not BUYING a puppy, and I know that we are a good home for some unwanted mutt.

Enter Rescue Foundations. Google "dog rescue" and the name of your home town, and be prepared to be amazed at the quanity of lonely dogs that really need you.

Here's one:

He's three, he's nuetered, and he's a force to be reckoned with. Meet Sargeant Monkey Scruffles McShrimpToast.

He's spending a two-week trial period with us. We love him already.

He bosses Lola around, sleeps in our bed, and sticks to me like glue. This little dude can hang.

Hot Day

2008-06-01T20:28:00.008-05:00

Boy, is it hot in Texas! Not that we're complaining. We have a great yard and we love to hang in it.

Today we set up Mikah's little baby pool. Notice there is no baby in it.

What was El Niño doing?

Playing in the doggie water bowl. We had to insert that bowl into the frog to get Mikah interested in even getting near it.

And then we had the best day ever.

Having a little shrimp around is a lot of fun.

Mikah's Busy

2008-05-30T21:56:00.002-05:00

We Are Interviewing A Terrier Tomorrow

2008-05-30T21:39:00.002-05:00

OK. We have dog adoption fever. We have been through several ups and downs in the last few days. Trials and tribulations.

But a little mutt is coming to our house tomorrow to meet our family. He has been rescued from the city's shelter, and is in foster care at the moment.

I will post more tomorrow. It's just too hard to give too many details right now because we have had several heartbreaks in the last few weeks, even in the last few days.

Wish us luck.

Scooter Update

2008-05-27T20:17:00.007-05:00

The consensus amongst my friends and neighbors has been to liberate Scooter, preferably at night, and whisk him away to our new home when we move this summer. Or to call the Humane Society and tattle on his owners. However, after stalking his residence for the past five days, I don't really think that the kidnapping plan is realistic. It seems that there is always someone home at Scooter's house, and they stay up rather late. Maybe all night from what I can tell. And he lives with a giant black lab that acts as a watchdog and would certainly alert the little druggies to covert activities taking place in the yard.

I did drop by yesterday during daylight hours just to say "hi" to dear old Scooter. He was still wearing the collar that I bought him, and the kids that live in the house assured me that all of their fleabags have now been treated. So if they are making an effort to properly watch after their pack, I would feel really guilty turning them into the authorities.

I'm not saying I'm totally giving up. I mean, if his gate flies open again and I see him running straight into my arms, I certainly won't be returning him a second time. I will just dye him dark brown and give him some blue contacts. Maybe even teach him an accent.

For the full Scooter story, click here, then here.

Mimi and Grandpa and the Zilker Zephyr

2008-05-26T22:36:00.003-05:00

So The Fleabag Has A Home

2008-05-23T23:55:00.005-05:00

When he arrived at our fence, Lola chatted him up and kept him entertained for some time. We kept watching the strange dog at our gate thinking that his owner would call his name and retrieve him at any moment. Didn't happen.

According to our neighbors, he was running around the neighborhood all day. His collar was too tight and broken. No tags. His coat was matted and he was emaciated. Jamil and I thought this dog had been on the street for a while.

We let him into the yard an he and Lola hit it off like old school chums. But we didn't invite him in the house because he had about a gazillion fleas on him.

But what a sweet, gentle dog.

I took him to the vet and got him fixed up with all the goodies that a young fleabag could want. Hart guard, Advantix, flea bath... Then off to the pet store to get him a primo collar.

To make a long story very short, I never stopped looking for his owner. After everyone went to bed, I did every kind of Internet search that I could do on lost fleabags in Austin.

Bingo. Found a hit.

His name is Scooter and he belongs to some pot-smoking, patchouli wearing, faced-pierced twenty-somethings that live right down the street.

Awesome.

We returned him tonight. Guess what the reward is... a free tattoo. Yeah, I can't wait to redeem my free tattoo that will remind me for the rest of my life that I had to return a neglected animal to a bunch of idiots.

Even more awesome.

Here's the ad that made me cry:

Last night, our male German Shepherd/ Yellow Lab mix got out of our back yard and is missing!!! he is probably still in the area, and is not likely to stray very far.

PLEASE!!! if you have found this dog,or have seen him nearby, please call us at either (***) ***-**** or (***) ***-**** .

His name is Scooter, and is un-neutered. He has a hand made leather collar with spikes and O-rings, and has a scar across his nose. He also has distinct black spots on his face.
He is VERY playful and friendly, so if you spot him don't be afraid to pick him up and call us!!! He has no tags. Please call any time day or night!!! Thank you very much!!!!

If you return him to us, we will give you a free tattoo!!! We all work in a professional shop, and will give up to a $120 tattoo!

So This Fleabag Showed Up At Our House

2008-05-23T19:59:00.017-05:00

He can read. I know this because he saw the big sign on our front door that says, "A Whole Bunch Of Suckers Live Here."

He has put life back into Lola, who has really been moping since Ginger's been gone.

They do this all day long.

He's handsome, smart, and interesting.

Quite a catch. I hope we can't find his owner.

Frog Update

2008-05-22T22:29:00.003-05:00

Is it the same one?

Frog was spotted in kitchen again. The one we found last night was promptly placed outside in the grass after the photo shoot.

Frog must be waiting by the kitchen door to sneak in when we have to run outside and yell at Lola to shut up when she sees a jogger run by, or a cyclist roll down the street, or a squirrel steal a nut, or a leaf blow in the wind.

I mean it's either that or there's a colony of frogs under the kitchen sink.

Frog On A Log On Our Blog (actually in our kitchen)

2008-05-21T21:52:00.006-05:00

We found this guy hopping around the house. Or maybe it's a girl. Not sure.

Hi Stella! My Shirt Still Fits!

2008-05-21T19:24:00.001-05:00

BFF

2008-05-15T22:23:00.002-05:00

Mikah's First Cheeseburger (Certified Organic)

2008-05-15T21:59:00.003-05:00

R.I.P. Ginger Bear 1996-2008

2008-05-07T22:11:00.005-05:00

Our beloved Ginger Bear passed away May 6, 2008. She is missed by all, especially by Lola her friend, pack-mate, and botherer; Mikah her matey; Jamil her daddy; and especially by her Mommy DeeAnne.

We miss you Ginger...

Teething Bather

2008-04-22T20:43:00.004-05:00

He does this every time he takes a bath. I use one washcloth to scrub him, the other to keep him happy.

The Yard

2008-04-21T20:28:00.002-05:00

New Truck

2008-04-18T19:52:00.008-05:00

Double Meat Joe, one of our favorite customers, passed this big red truck along to our family. Joe is the guy who printed our t-shirts for the deli. Thanks to him, we are now a two-car family, Texas style.

His website is romanapparel.net

And please check out his latest project, a beautiful venture... the best Texas t-shirt around!

www.itexastexas.com

Fricano's Deli loves him.

Lola Hasn't Been Getting Enough Airtime

2008-04-18T19:36:00.003-05:00

Happy Birthday, Ginger!

2008-04-06T21:24:00.006-05:00

It costs more to keep this 12-year-old dog alive than the 8-month-old baby.

Scooter

2008-03-31T18:57:00.004-05:00

More Easter

2008-03-24T19:46:00.005-05:00

Easter Weekend

2008-03-23T22:49:00.003-05:00

Check out my sister's blog to see what we did. We had a blast.

The Scott Boys!!!

Rubber Turkey will post more pics tomorrow.

Who's The Beast?

2008-03-14T19:52:00.003-05:00

Wrestlemania

2008-03-08T10:42:00.004-06:00

Word

2008-03-08T10:37:00.002-06:00

Lunch

2008-02-23T17:19:00.004-06:00

Rubber Turkey At Town Lake

2008-02-18T20:50:00.004-06:00

Austin Real Estate Market Flourishes

2008-02-16T22:15:00.006-06:00

"Some Cities Are Spared The Slide In Housing"

And we suffer.

The Wind Beneath The Wing

2008-02-16T20:34:00.002-06:00

We love Chris Wing.

Baby Attack

2008-02-13T23:04:00.002-06:00

Crawling

2008-02-13T20:53:00.005-06:00

New Noise

2008-02-04T15:57:00.001-06:00

Jamilio Is Happy

2008-02-03T21:15:00.001-06:00

Giants won. And Puppy Bowl IV was cute.

Don't Scoff. It Will SUCK YOU IN.

2008-02-02T23:11:00.001-06:00

PUPPY BOWL 2008

The Dingo Did Not Eat My Baby

2008-01-30T19:52:00.002-06:00

What I Miss About Brooklyn

2008-01-30T19:24:00.001-06:00

Fricano's Deli....good times....

2008-01-25T20:00:00.001-06:00

He's A Reader

2008-01-16T19:49:00.001-06:00

Denyse!

2008-01-13T12:13:00.000-06:00

You Have No Idea. OK, You Must Have Some.

2008-01-06T00:35:00.001-06:00

Our lives haves changed so much. We have gone from being Brooklyn Family to being Austin Deli Family. Little Mikah Muh has a completely different destiny. He now is the SON OF A SANDWICH MAKER.

And he does not know how different his life almost, almost, almost was.

Pictures will be posted soon. Please stay tuned.

Trip to the Grocery Store

2007-12-27T23:30:00.001-06:00

Cousin Jake, Aunt Laura, and Mikah Muh in Grapevine

2007-12-27T23:13:00.000-06:00

A Very Manic Christmas. Featuring Jake.

2007-12-27T22:57:00.001-06:00

Block Party

2007-12-23T03:46:00.000-06:00

Mikah Muh!

2007-12-20T21:23:00.000-06:00

Merry Christmas

2007-12-20T20:43:00.001-06:00

Wowee Wow, Wow Wow

2007-12-17T21:53:00.000-06:00

Oh, boy. We have been B. U. S. Y.

Sorry, no pictures at the moment. But the deli is changing EVERY DAY so I HAVE TO TAKE SOME PICTURES TOMORROW to share.

The CAPS force me to be serious about my promise.

We have new bar stools and a fancy new shelf and a cute little Christmas tree.

And we love our awesome customers that live around the neighborhood. We have FUN all the TIME! I knew this would be a blast, but I didn't know it would be this great!

SORRY IF WE ARE OBNOXIOUSLY HAPPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I just want to bang on the drum all day.

Fricano's Deli- The Inside

2007-12-14T15:49:00.000-06:00

Here is our glorious work in progress.

FRICANO'S!!!!!!

2007-12-13T22:55:00.001-06:00

www.fricanosdeli.com

link us!

Happy Birthday Mama Turkey

2007-12-12T22:39:00.002-06:00

Tonight we went to Trudy's for a birthday celebration.

Here we are with Paul and Janet.

They even lit up 37th Street just for me.

Grandma Made It and We Have Internet!

2007-12-11T18:05:00.001-06:00

More coming shortly.