Thursday, December 31, 2009
Steve's Wedding
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
what I saw out my window
There are 2 morals to this story:
1. Make the best out of every situation
2. Always carry a camera with you
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Christmas Morning
After the Santa hats were distributed, we commenced the opening.
Anna's "surprise" gift, a new snowboarding jacket.
We've used a combination of about 4 sets of silverware for the past ten years, and slowly our stash has been dwindling. We can't imagine why forks get lost so easily, unless the boogieman steals them, or more probable: they get thrown out with paper plates by incompetent people. So this year someone had the brilliant idea to get mom a silverware set that actually matches! Thursday, December 24, 2009
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
A Week In Fastforward
Of course we have to start out with one cute family:
I miss my baby already...
Sunday, December 13, 2009
On the Carousel
Friday, December 11, 2009
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Thanksgiving Weekend
The lovely table. Feel free to feast your eyes on those delightful leaf place cards. Anna and I both got carpal tunnel from cutting those out, but it was so worth it.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
The Breakfast Test
"The people I love are always somewhere else and not able to come to me, while I can at any time fill the house with visitors about whom I know little and care less. Perhaps, if I saw more of those absent ones, I would not love them so well— at least, that is what I think on wet days when the wind is howling round the house and all nature is overcome with grief; and it has actually happened once or twice when great friends have been staying with me that I have wished, when they left, I might not see them again for at least ten years. I suppose the fact is, that no friendship can stand the breakfast test, and here, in the country, we invariably think it our duty to appear at breakfast. Civilisation has done away with curl-papers, yet at that hour the soul of the Hausfrau is as tightly screwed up in them as was ever her grandmother's hair; and though my body comes down mechanically, having been trained that way by punctual parents, my soul never thinks of beginning to wake up for other people till lunch-time, and never does so completely till it has been taken out of doors and aired in the sunshine. Who can begin conventional amiability the first thing in the morning? It is the hour of savage instincts and natural tendencies; it is the triumph of the Disagreeable and the Cross. I am convinced that the Muses and the Graces never thought of having breakfast anywhere but in bed."
-Elizabeth and Her German Garden
Friday, November 13, 2009
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Of Almost Finishing
This is my inspiration: (it's going on my title page)
I'm doing my paper on Donaldina Cameron, a woman who rescued thousands of Chinese slave girls brought into San Francisco's Chinatown in the late 1800's to early 1900's. Tomorrow I'm DONE!!! It will be lovely...
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
The Hardest Part
Is laid in gold
Surrounded by
Joy untold
A hedge of thorns
Guards the gem
Like every rose
Has its stem
Rainbows form
Only after rain
Love is laughter
Love is pain
Hurt and healing
Go hand in hand
Those who once fall
The stronger stand
Behind every cloud
Is a silver lining
Just like the fire
Does the refining
A friend's arrow
Cuts deep the heart
Loving them back
Is the hardest part.
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