Birthday!

Happy Birthday Pop!  I still think you're the best!

March 30th

Since I don't have any photos of my Dad's birthdays as a kid, I present this photo montage re-imagining of what one of his parties could have looked like...

Happy Birthday Pop! I love you!

Beards (reblog)

This is for my Pop... and probably a few other fathers who read my blog...

Click HERE.

40 years...

and my parents still seem to like each other...

At their wedding my Mom wore a sweet empire cut dress with a pink and lace vest (for the reception) and my Pop wore a ruffled powder blue shirt (with extra ruffles) and this swank plaid suit coat (bell bottomed pants were not saved for us posterity)...
Happy Anniversary (a month ago)!

November respit

Disclaimer; I solemly swear to try and stop with the half-assed blogs... must actually put interesting things up on the internet... must be insightful... after this one;

This I took a break (as most of you know)... I've been working solidly since May with few days off in the midst. It had been making me rather amazingly cranky. So last week I ran away.
I went to Catalina with my best friend;


I caught up with some friends from high school.
I had lunch with Sarah and Rosie, where I met many of Sarah's new family members (as in new since 2001) and Lisa (who I may have met before or perhaps only online. It all gets blurry...) I failed to document "When blogs collide" in a room of ten people (four of them under the age of six) seven of us were bloggers... and I don't think any of us took a photo.
although I got this one in the coffee shop later...

I pestered my sister.

Had early Thanksgiving with my family

played some pinball... swung on some ropes...

I took a hike on the Ernie Maxwell trail and all in all had a lovely week away from responsability

Company

You take them places they’ll love,


You take them to things they wouldn’t do or see at home…
You try to show them a good time

While you know that really they’re just visiting you and would have done so if you lived in the bleakest most boring place on the Earth…

After exhausting days of living through someone else’s vacation and enjoying the rare treat of their company, they go home,
and it’s a little sad.

Happy Father's day

Well I'm dreadful at ever sending cards or presents for Father's Day or Mother's Day and although I always remember what everybody's birthday is, sometimes I fret for so long about what to get somebody that they get their birthday present a couple months after the event. So anyway today my Dad gets a phone call and this post.

I wish I had a few better pictures of us together because in this picture I look a little distracted but believe me I am at this point I am actually very grateful that my daddy helped me get through Alice in Wonderland. I wasn't exactly brave about all of these rides as a little kid especially since I had been living in the boonies and this was one of my first experiences with amusement park rides... This trip was definatley my little sister's first trip to Disneyland (she was still crawling and Mom held her while Dad rode all of the rides with me).

My dad is the best. He's always been there for us, he's supportive and always makes my sis and me feel like we are truly loved. What more can I say? I totally lucked out with parents and I'm very grateful for that, even if I don't send them Hallmark cards.

Dad, I'm sorry but you're not getting; a tie, a golf bag, a gun rack, or cologne this year. I love you!