Some Thanksgiving Pics - 2007

Chef BC

The "organic" turkey

No one told Kiley what her new pet turkey would become...
The cooks
The table

The Aspic

Mmmmmm...

Ernie, Tawnee & BC

Tawnee, Jeremy & Ernie

The kids' table

Tawnee

Tawnee & Dad

Zane, Jeremy & Ernie

Dad & Kids

Ernie

Ernie & Harrison

Grandpa Bob & Bella

My man and me

... again

November 2007

On our way to Neenaw's, riding the train - it was November, so our trip was in the dark all the way there.

Doing some kind of "kitty" pose here. I can't believe how much her hair has grown since then. (More pictures from the Neenaw trip later)

meow

Remember the movie Better Off Dead? That's what the attempt was here.

Bella's fall choir concert - quite an eventful evening. The bleachers fell down, the choir director had to direct the choir while playing the piano, and then she asked the audience for help with the next concert. That's how I happened to play for the Christmas concert.

Bella is on the top row, third from left.

Resting while the orchestra play something - the choir was mostly well-behaved

Whatevs

Blast from the Past

I've been busy scanning pictures over here at Neenaw's.  She's starting to think my butt is glued to the computer chair.

My tragic past

Here we are, on the patio, almost twenty years ago - me, Melanie, and The Missionary.  One thing I probably never told you about The Missionary is that he had a giant cotton ball for a head.  He was really helpful when I needed to take my nail polish off, but whenever I kissed him, I always got cottony fluff in my mustache.  That's the real reason why we broke up.  I finally thought, "I can't live my life like this" and told him to take his giant cotton ball noggin and hit the road.  He said, "It's because my head is a cotton ball, isn't it?" and I said, "Yes.  I'm sorry but it's just not going to work."  I figured, why lie?  Eventually he'll have to deal with this cotton ball head thing and maybe he'll do something about it.  What he could do about it, I don't know.  I do know I wasn't prepared to deal with a lifetime of being married to someone I would have to make excuses for.  "He can't sing in the choir, he has a cotton ball head."  "No, I have to be the breadwinner because he has a cotton ball head."  "I'd let him change the baby, but he can't really see what he's doing because of the cotton ball head."

Instead, I married Bunny, and it all worked out for the best.