January 2011
5 posts
Spelling Lessons
Last night I was sitting by the fireplace making a collage. Lame activity, I’m aware, but anyone who knows me knows the solace I seek in collaging. The theme of this particular collage was the color red. Dresses, words, perfumes, fruit, etc. all cut out of magazines and “creatively organized” aka thrown together. Ellie (12) was reading all of the words over my shoulder… “Fair” “Delicioso” “Public...
When Parents Text... →
My Dad wants to get on this website. He is the “cool Dad” according to most of my friends, and I have to agree. But his attempts almost go too far. Believe me Dad, I’ve tried numerous times to get you on this site, but the admins just don’t like what you have to offer. So here are some his prime texts that should be on the site, but haven’t had the privilege of being selected:
Mini-Christmas Trees...
Horses on the Slots
For summer vacation 2008, the family took a trip to Las Vegas. I considered it a reward for having to spend four days in South Dakota, when there is really only one major thing to see there. Having never have been to Vegas (the children, me included), we were consumed by the lights and the red curtains in all of the theaters. Not to mention the live lions in the lobby (MGM) and the fantastic...
Welcome!
2010 was like all of those guys I made out with at parties.
I enjoyed it, it was surprising, I would almost do it again, but I’m not wishing to see it again. Full of college experiences and things I thought I would never encounter, 2010 was great.
Now its time to work on making 2011 that much better. Okay, that sounds lame. But I’m not in the right creative mind because I just spent 40 minutes in...
We Don't Play Xbox
Today, CiCi (7) was practicing her gymnastics on the furniture. Because of her “cuteness insurance” (you know, when they’re protected from getting in trouble because they’re so cute) and her natural talent to have pointed toes and high jumps, she was not scolded until a spring popped in the couch. To this, my father responded, “We don’t do that, CiCi.”
Honestly, my ears bled. This whole “we”...