Wonder that

One more Jake from the Southpaw Wrap Party

Guy you need the rings to do Wonder Twin power activate thing.

Right Austy?

Got save some things to celebrate milestones.   #Lucky7

Lucky 7!

Seven days a week, for seven years, OMG has continued to post and make their presence known.  Sometimes in big way,  sometimes in small ways but always there.

And it all started with this :

Sunday, August 12, 2007

Ready, Set, Go!

"Jake seriously, I don't think that's what they had in mind when they said beard."
Overheard in Chilmark 

And it's given us all this

After all these years, and all these post and comments some might say we might have a seven year itch.  A seven year itch?  Not us.  The only itch we've got, is itching to see them live the best genuine, joyful lives they can have.

And we'll be here making our way every single day.

We celebrate 7!   in our own special way:

Texas Training Triumph

Austin's training techniques might not be for everyone, but they work for him.

First Triathlon. 7th Place. I'm pretty thrilled. My time = 1:32:49 See photo  -- Aus10

Then again you've been doing a deconstructed version of a marathon for a while.

Just one question does this mean Team Texas Burritos trump Team Green Kale in the house?

Ya'dun good Mr Nichols!

7 Wonders

Can you believe it is has been 7 yrs, since Tale of Toothy Tile began.

Of course the love story started before that.

One Adorable Blind Vice

Thu., Mar. 10, 2005 9:00 AM PST by Ted Casablanca
Blind Vice

OK, sugar-muffins, the only reason this one's in the Vice section is because until quite recently, Toothy Tile was dating his superpopular, superannoyingly perfect girlfriend. Not boyfriend. Which, if you ask this old gossip whore, is the classification Tile would prefer his significant others be filed under in the very near future.

Mere days ago, while everyone was hooting and complaining about this gown and that host from the Oscars, Tile was right out in the open holding hands with his man in a West Hollywood restaurant—which shall remain nameless...because I love going there and they probably won't serve me anymore if I start outing their customers, ca-friggin'-peesh?

Not that I'd be outting anybody, anyway. Mr. Tile took care of that himself. Covertly, but he did it.

It was late in the afternoon; everybody had cleared out. Save Tile and his man-amigo, who extended his hands flat on the marble table (yes, that's a hint) until they were intertwined with Tile's. Massive smiles then appeared on both daring dudes.

Too sweet! And such a departure for this debauched department, doncha think? Don't worry, as sure as Tile's famous ex knew, deep down, way below her doable dimples, what Tile really wanted (hence, the breakup), next week, we'll be right back on salacious patrol, damn sure.

Of course since then, Toothy's bf was christened Grey Goose, and the devoted couple grew into a family.