Wednesday, July 03, 2013

Photo Challenge: BLAST

I really did mean to get this up earlier but last night we had so much fun at Drunk Dog Training (not an officially sanctioned activity, just some fun that Sara and I get up to) that I didn't have time before I had to sleep. Never fear, though, we've got photos and, as promised, they are a BLAST! Enjoy them and please scroll down for the next prompt! (Also, have a blast over the holiday but do please be careful.)

This is a favorite of mine from the Mermaid Parade a couple of weeks ago. One photographer asked to take a photo of Alita separate from the rest of us and by the time I stepped back she was being blasted with lenses.

Our Janet has a flair for the Rocket's Red Glare, if you'll pardon my rhyme scheme.

delight on many levels
Our Bethany's family is having a blast without getting blasted. 

Blast Off!
Our Ana calls this one Blast Off. I could not agree more.

Ticket Blaster
Apparently at Chuck E Cheese you can go into this Ticket Blaster and grab as many tickets as possible in a fixed time period. Let us all stop for a moment and applaud Our Lisa for enduring a Chuck E Cheese birthday party for one of her beloved sons.

I don't know about where you are but up here the air has been drinkable for over a week. To call it humid is some sort of insane understatement. With that in mind I want the prompt to be MUG. Any form of MUG will do. MUG, MUGGY, MUGS, MUGGLE, or anything else you can think of. Have fun with it!

Please enter by 9am Tuesday July 16th for posting on July 17th. Tag your photos with PHOTO CHALLENGE and MUG. Check out the wonderful work in our Flickr Pool for inspiration. Also, let me know if you have questions.


  1. Hear, hear for Lisa! I don't think I'd do that even for Ralphy!

    Speaking of drunk dog training, I visited my friend Megan at her new digs last night and while sipping on a Miller Lite (don't judge, I had a craving!) and then a xxx dirty martini, we attempted to teach Daisy (her dog) not to scratch our legs for attention, not to jump up on our laps and spill our beers (me) and not to pull on the leash. Not sure how successful we were ;-)

  2. The mixed blessing of DDT is that sometimes, even while getting the behavior you want, you're training another wholly unacceptable behavior.