January 2008

Harrison in his new Christmas Sean Alexander jersey

Rozzie, Bella, Harrison and Carter in the car at the mall

Carvy passed out on the couch, with half of Mommy

Hippie Brennan ("I'm not a hippie!!!")

Bella on the loveseat outside the Family History Center

Shave?

Getting a little sloppy with the squirty whipped cream.

Get Snacky

Brennan's New Year's Eve culinary creations. I see a future chef thing happening for him, don't you?

Christmas at Pa & Grandma's

Pa & Grandma

Opening presents...

Opening more presents...

Rosalind and her ouchy forehead

Roz & Aunt Kristy

Carter, Harrison & Uncle Steve

Harrison & Uncle Steve

Aunt Kristy...

...wearing Roz's new tiara

Kristy, Steve and Rosalind

Carter's Birthday & Christmas 2007

Dad and Brennan received new cell phones for Christmas... we waited till Christmas Day to give Brennan his, but Dad couldn't resist trying his phone out at work a few days before.

Cheeeeeeese

We opened a few presents before we left for Tri-Cities. Here are Harrison and Carter in their new Christmas shirts and ties from Grannie and Grandpa Bob...

Cutie boys

... and Rosalind in her new pretty dress, also from Grannie and Grandpa Bob

Cutie girl

At Grandma & Pa's house in her new Cinderella outfit. The last few days of school before Christmas break, she and Carter had some bad luck - he cut his eyebrow open at a friend's birthday party, necessitating a visit to the clinic (fortunately no stitches); and she ran face-first into a cement thing sticking up from the sidewalk at school. Then we went to the grandparents' houses and everyone probably thought we beat our kids.

Cinderella, Cinderella

Brennan on New Year's Eve, hoping for a kiss...

Pucker up, buttercup

We Interrupt Our Christmasy Niceness For This... Thing

Today I tried to find out whether or not I had a dark/sick/twisted sense of humor. I really did. I found a really stupid online quiz that told me absolutely nothing... Oh, just read the post.

Chief Ten Bears

1) Chief Ten Bears of Dances With Wolves fame died.
What we may not have known about Ten Bears, aka Floyd Red Crow Westerman (unless we are rampant fans of "Walker, Texas Ranger" or "Dharma & Greg"), is that he was quite a prolific actor and showed up in freaking everything.

While I have the utmost respect for the man and sympathy for his family, if I see one more Comcast News headline that says, "Dances With Wolves actor dies" or "Walker, Texas Ranger actor dies" or "Dharma & Greg actor dies," I'm gonna get out my fork gun and do some serious damage. Every time I see one of these headlines, I'm all aghast. "Holy crap, who are all these actors dying?" So I click on it and wouldn't you know... it's always Floyd. It's like the boy who cried "Ten Bears Died!"

2) This is what I get for griping:
Now Dan Fogelberg died. It's all because of me, and Elasticwaistband Lady, because she made fun of his tank top and hairy armpits. Way to go.

3) Hope I'm not spoiling anything...
...but Todd the Jolly Rancher won the $1,000,000 on "Survivor: China." I called that one (but I really hoped James the Grave Digger would win).

Chief Ten Bears

4) Ten Bears died.
(Just making sure you're aware.)

5) Jen Lindley is still dead.
Let's all sing along with this charming Irish ditty: "Everywhere we looked, there was death, death, death..."

6) Death is everywhere. There are flies on the windscreen.
Come here. Kiss me. Now.

7) This really doesn't have anything to do with anything...
... but William H. Macy is still gonna kick your butt. You just watch yourself. He has the death sentence on twelve systems. "I'll be careful." You'll be DEAD!

8. This Chinese music on the "Survivor" finale is leaving me cold.
Flute? Weird wailing? Drums that make absolutely no sense? I'm SO not Chinese. You'd think that after all my years of genealogical research, this would have been obvious before now.

Chief Ten Bears

9) And just in case you were thinking of forgetting...
Ten Bears is still dead.

"Shu-mani-tu-tonka Ob' Wa-chi! Do you see that Ten Bears is dead! Will you bring the funeral potatoes to the stake center for the dinner! Shu-mani-tu-tonka Ob' Wa-chi! Do you see that we still need ham and a salad and the homemade rolls! Do you see that no one has set up the tables in the multi-purpose room! Shu-mani-tu-tonka Ob' Wa-chi!!!!!....."

A Song For You

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.