December 2009 with the Girlies
December was groovy - sledding in the park, Santa, Christmas tree, presents, all that jazz (By the way, I wasn't really talking about jazz right there - I was saying 'all that jazz' like one would say 'all that stuff'. Apparently the cool kids say 'all that jazz' while they do their AOL Instant Messaging and listen to their iPod Minis and wear leg warmers -- coincidentally, jazz fills me with anxiety . Of course I like the old Kansas City-style jazz and Dixieland/New Orleans jazz, but this free-form nonsense of some guy plucking a giant stand-up bass for 37 minutes with no idea where he is going or what he plans to do next is just completely and utterly dreadful! Songs are supposed to have a catchy melody, several verses, and maybe even a dc al Coda if you are feeling a bit experimental, but by no means should they go on and on and on with no point or direction. This is also one of the dozens of reasons why I absolutely despise the Doors).
Since I included my vomit story in the last posting I have officially run out of ideas, so no more hilarious anecdotes shall be forthcoming. Here are the girlies and their wacky, unpredictable hijinks:
Since I included my vomit story in the last posting I have officially run out of ideas, so no more hilarious anecdotes shall be forthcoming. Here are the girlies and their wacky, unpredictable hijinks:
Watering the Tree
Cool Christmas Presents from Ina
Jumping in the Cribs
The girlies with Elijah and Saylor, shirking their assigned chores