March Madness

 In the US there is a tradition of basketball teams from colleges and university competing to be the national champion.  That final rush starts with 64 teams that do bracket elimination games over a period of about 3 weeks.  The period of time of the games is called March Madness.  My family has never needed sports to have its own March Madness.  First of all my dad was born in March.  Consider the photo to the left for verification of Dad's just a bit crazy side.

Sis #1 and Sis #2

This craziness has continued through the years.   Sis #1 and Sis #2 were known as having the fastest car in the area.  Yep, drag racing all the time.  Daddy said he couldn't figure out why he had to replace the tires so often.  

Mom was not above a bit of craziness especially when her sister was around.  This looks like some March Madness going on in this photo.

Then there are times when I was a bit less than lady like. 

Daddy made certain the gene was developed for the grand kids.  

This March brought this crazy:

Sis #4's iPhone malfunctioned.  She accidentally dialed 911.  Operator answered and police had to be dispatched.  Text notices were sent to all #4's emergency contacts.  They all called to check on her . . . at almost the exact same time.  Things settled down sort of until she realized notices were being sent to everyone every time she changed the location of her phone.  Well, that made for close to an hour of complete craziness and lots of giggles.

Our youngest grand son decided that he needed to see just how much steak he could eat.  

All of that one and another 10 oz. one.  

He had to sleep it off like this!

Of course everyone gives the doggie a birthday party.

Then a week later while I am at the Son's house watching the liquor cabinet and teen boys, the sweet DJ is outside keeping the world safe at about 1:30 in the early morning.  Suddenly she reappears in the living area.  A terrible odor fills the room as she wipes herself on her favorite soft pad.  I ran and grabbed the 'skunked' DJ.  After confirming with younger noses that indeed that was skunk, she was put in the garage.  Later that morning, like when there was daylight, Grandpa came with items to remove said scent from DJ.  It was mostly successful.

Boiling vinegar replaced the skunk smell in the house.  The garage may never be the same.  Son et al are still sleeping with windows open.

De-skunked DJ drying in the sun.

  Yes, March Madness indeed. 

Peace,

Janice