Found this old photo.
Crushed metal can be pretty
when everyone’s safe.
wildebeest’s herd
Anyone Seen King James?
It’s been a while since I’ve seen Wildebeest’s friend, King James. If you see the handsome devil, tell him to stop by, ‘kay?
Forts R Us
I’ve been AWOL, I know, but am easing back into LJ-Land with the latest creation by Wildebeest & Friends:
I peeked inside this one when talking with Wildebeest this morning
and was surprised by the spaciousness.
When Wildebeest and Zebu leave home and it’s time to down-size, I just might live in a fort.
and was surprised by the spaciousness.
When Wildebeest and Zebu leave home and it’s time to down-size, I just might live in a fort.
Calling Architectural Digest
Another Wildebeest & Friends creation:
This one is more open-air than the last.
Fort Wildebeest
Yesterday morning Zippy went to the basement to feed Lebowski the cat, and found this:
© Zippy 2011
Wildebeest and friends (all 17 years-old) came home on Friday night and built a fort to sleep in.
It all began with one sheet and a piece of yarn.
This makes me smile.
Moose Pong
Wildebeest and friends are down in the basement.
Wildebeest insisted I come down to see the goings-on.
Zoinks!
D’s ping pong game may suffer
But he’s a slave to fashion.
Wildebeest’s Hair – Part Deux
A while back I wrote about Wildebeest’s quest for dread locks.
He hit a, shall we say, snag along the way.
The dreads were put on hold.
This past Friday Wildebeest’s friends were here.
While skating on the patio, Wildebeest caught sight of his shaggy reflection in the window
and decided he wanted to see his neck again. (His words.)
He ran upstairs and informed Zebu, D, and J he wanted to cut his hair.
Mania ensued.
The whole process lasted about twelve minutes since Wildebeest had to leave for an
appointment. D and J did a pretty good job under those conditions but there was definitely
room for improvement. The next morning, with D’s guidance, I tided up Wildebeest’s hair
as best I could. Later, he took this self-portrait.
This morning I asked if he still liked his hair.
Wildebeest said, “My long hair looked nice when it was combed out and smooth.
But now it’s nice all the time.”
He’s happy.
I’m happy.
Lights! Camera! Action!
Wildebeest and friends are helping D make an extra-credit video for Spanish class.
D came out from behind the camera to wield the bat.
Wildebeest bared his belly
and K donned a multi-color wig.
A few minutes later Wildebeest ran into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of ketchup.
I get the feeling viewers are going to wish there were subtitles.
Bonding
Wildebeest considers me the enemy. The Man.
His friends are nervous around me as a result of
the Wildbeest rants they’ve heard over the years.
I’m strict. I’m controlling. I’m a hippie freak. I don’t
like video games about killing. I make him take vitamins.
Friday night Wildebeest had his two best friends over for a sleepover.
One friend, D, is on the wrestling team. D’s coaches told him
he needed to cut his Shaggy-do before the next day’s tourney or
they’d cut it afterward using the tape scissors.
After much consultation including me reminding everyone what
Wildebeest’s bangs looked like in sixth grade when I accidentally
chopped them off WAY too high on his forehead, we came up with a plan.
Wildebeest did the early work as he used the clipper’s #5 attachment
to remove inches of hair. J snipped rogue strands. I offered suggestions
and swept the floor. When it got to the final shaping stage, I took over
the clippers.
Two hours after we started the consultation, D had a new haircut. And you
know what he said?
“My mom was right. She kept telling me I’d look better with short hair.”
Did Wildebeest immediately ask for his haircut?
No.
Is that okay by me?
Hell, yes. We choose our battles around here and hair ain’t one of them.
D looks good. Wildebeest is actually proud of my help with D’s hair.
And yesterday when J overheard Wildebeest giving me some mild-mannered lip,
he admonished Wildebeest about being sassy.
Wow.
Tracy Abell 