What the heck is G.O.F.?? Well, like any good little student, I looked it up. Apparently it can mean Gang of Four (some type of design stuff), Gathering of the Faithful (MG car enthusiasts), or even Goblet of Fire (yup, Harry Potter clip). It could be Geographers on Film (truly, this page looks as dry as a desert, and I *like* science), Guest Observer Facility (another science link, but it's space stuff!), or British Gof (some sort of funky looking performance theater, gotta check that out).
But in this case? What does G.O.F. mean according to the Garren family? Simple.
Alright, alright. I know your eyes are watering at the thought, but hang with me for a minute, even though G.O.F. could now stand for Gross. Out. Friends. (or for me and Kate, who were the recipients of the wafting green veil, Gag. Our. Family.).
I don't know whether it was the Lunchables nachos or the Snyder's Honey Mustard & Onion Pretzel Pieces or something that crawled inside him and died (sorry, but if the phrase fits...), but that kid Gassed. Our. Feminine-sensibilites. James and Kate have both been unduly fascinated with saying FART lately, partly to see if Mom will object (until I was in high school, I thought "fart" was the f-word because my mother has a fit if anyone says that word instead of "poot" or "toot" or anything besides "fart"). Their fascination with farting includes letting 'em rip to amuse friends, as well as making up phrases like "It's the fart of the day!"
When they were little, I could understand all the giggles and potty humor. In fact, I about doubled over laughing one day when I saw a three year old James sitting over the hole created in the party pit couch when you put down the armrest and let out the recliner. I had to ask, didn't I? His answer to "what are you doing?" was priceless. "Gassing. I had to gas, so I left it inside the couch." Nope, not to many of us wanted to sit in that spot of the couch for a while! Well, needless to say, 6 and 7 year old humor is a bit more sophisticated. Last night, as the green veil of Green. Onion. Fartfromhell. encroached upon me, my son turned to me and his sister and said,
"It wasn't me. It was the cat."
Anyway, I know you like pictures to go with these stories. Although I'm fairly certain the digital camera could've captured that radioactive glow last night, I decided to spare you that treat. Instead, for today's pictures, howzabout some Got. Outta. Focus. pics the kiddos snapped when I took them with me to a Gallery of Fantastic-art (that would be Argonne Gallery in Kirkwood, Missouri, where I have some glass sculptures on display). While I was chatting with Sarah and her dad Tom, the munchkins grabbed my camera and snapped a bunch of shots with the camera still set for macro shots. So, they really are outta focus pics, but they do have an interesting feel to them!