the adventures of ROO and LU: Beetle Juice! Beetle Juice! Beetle Juice!

welcome to the tales of our crazy life

I'm Heather. I'm over-caffeinated, under appreciated and constantly amused by these two crazy peeps we call our daughters.

I started this blog in April 2006 because I don't want to forget a single second of this awesome life. Why a blog? Because I'm a slacker. That's why.

Baby books? I'd actually have to find a pen. Have you SEEN my house? (Shhhhhhht...NOT a question). Scrapbooking? Puh-lease. When you can add six more hours in the day MAYBE we'll talk about it. I do like to sleep. Occasionally.

Beetle Juice! Beetle Juice! Beetle Juice!

Okay, they're not beetles, but it's just not the same when you say, "Cicada juice! Cicada juice! Cicada juice!"

So, I'm deeply concentrated, channeling my inner National Geographic photographer when Mr. Pranky Prankster comes up beside me, tickles my arm and yells out, "There's one on you! There's one on you!" Wish someone had a camera on me at that moment. That might have been a record high vertical jump. Yep, I totally freaked. You know, jumping around screaming, arms flailing about. Not pretty. At all! Yeah, maybe I'm glad nobody had a camera on me afterall.

The girls heard me screaming and wanted to know what we were looking at so Chris picked one up so The Lu could get a closer look.

When he put it back on the rope he found it on we realized his fingers had torn off the tips of the wings and we noticed some kind of fluid seeping out of the ends. We touched it and it kinda felt like baby oil. It was crazy!