Double nickels
Happy birthday, Dad. Fifty-five years young.
Tag: family
comedy the family videos
Family vs. jelly beans
My pal Ashley gave me a box of BeanBoozled Jelly Bellys at Christmas and I finally put them to good use. Good use, of course, being watching my family writhe in anguish as they deciphered chocolate pudding vs. canned dog food, licorice vs. skunk, barf vs. fresh peach. We had an absolute ball. I took some really long, unedited, shaky video. Enjoy, if fun is your thing. Family vs. Jelly Bean from Lindsey Turner on…
photos the family
So this is why people tell me I look just like my dad
Because I do. Er, did. When we were babies. Before he had a beard. Thanks, Grandmaw, for the awesome pics of Dad you sent me today!
holidays project 365 (2009) the family
Day 361: Noel
The family had its Christmas Day giftapalooza Sunday when I could be there. I got digital photo frames for my parents, grandmother, and sister, and everyone seemed to like them (especially when I loaded up jump drives with hundreds of photos so they didn’t have to do the heavy lifting, although some people didn’t hesitate to critique the photos I had chosen for display; note to self — Grandmaw does not appreciate my “art” shots).…
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Daddy’s girl
I’m a godless liberal heathen and he loves me anyway. Against his better judgment. Photo by my sister.
it's true — I'm crazy the family
Nature!
Scene: In pasture by pond, youngest nephew fishing. Me: That horse is about to poop! Youngest nephew: Huh? Me: Its tail is raised! Awww, it went behind a tree. How modest. Youngest nephew: Ew, did you want to watch it? Me: Kinda! Youngest nephew: [horrified expression]
project 365 (2009) the family
Day 250: Neener
My sister, she is silly. She hates having her picture taken and I don’t understand why. I think she’s so pretty. [Project 365]
project 365 (2009) the family
Day 217: Parental Guidance
I’m lucky they’re patient and know stuff about … stuff. [Project 365]
project 365 (2009) the family
Day 209: Parental Observation
I haven’t written a lot about the house hunt because I am exhausted. Mentally, physically, emotionally, spiritually, existentially, laterally, longitudinally, grammatically. But the hunt, it rages on. It has gotten very serious. I have spent many many hours online and on the phone and in stranger’s houses, writing down numbers and percentages and trying to make my brain understand things like closing costs and PMI and taxes and pre-paids. It’s not all about touring houses…
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