Archive for December, 2007
Is anyone else annoyed
that the Valentine’s shipments were up on the risers at the stores, waiting to be put on before Christmas? ARGH!
The word for today is………
As always, Jimmy Santa spoiled me rotten. The kids, as always, were spoiled rotten. The day was so very nice, although last night was pretty stressful and tiring – last minute wrapping, combined with SOMETHING wrong with my stomach all day, led to a long, drawwwwn out day. Today was better, though, and all I had to do today was make dessert and the ham – everything else had been done last night
That photo up there? That’s taken with my NEW CAMERA!!!! and so were these:
Chocolately face, peep eating psycho child baby girl with the beautiful blue eyes.
"Zachy, leave the tree ALONE"
"what do you mean it’s a roaster oven? It looks like a step stool to me!"
"Yeeeehawwwwww!"
So yeah, a really nice day. Be prepared, people, because this is a ProFesSionAl GraDe CAMERA, so I’ll be taking a BAZILLION pictures with it! And of COURSE, posting them here and there and everywhere lol
Merry Christmas
Quote of the Day:
I was so hungry I could have eaten a horse. But only pigs were available.
–Anonymous
to all… and to all a good night!
Ok, so this is freaky – I can’t get over how much Heather looks like Libby… or Libby looks like Heather – whichever. Santa looks like he’s had it, though.
My brother, like “Uhhh… are we done yet?” and me “I don’t WANT to sit on his lap, mommmmmmm”.
I think Libby looks like Heather in this one too LOL
And I think Zach looks like Tommy. My family is too freaky.
And finally, I just have to say… Tommy? Were you going for the “My mother dresses me funny” award that day? I mean… camo and baseball? Ack!
*G*
In other news, I just want to wish you all a wonderful holiday – spend it the way you love. Here’s what I love:
Ok, enough with the short dresses, mom!
So apparently, this was the year that mom my lopped my hair off cuz she was so tired of brushing the knots out of my hair lol. It’s amazing how close Libby came to that same fate this year but she’s finally stopped knotting her hair. She still twirls, but somehow, it doesn’t snarl
I love this picture. I love the tree, but I don’t know whose house we’re in.




