My name is Lindsay and this is just so I don't feel guilty for not keeping a written journal...

Friday, December 31, 2010

The story of 2010-

Once upon a time...
there was a little a'this,
(how cute)

a little a'that,
 (how sweet)

 ...and no she di'n't.

And they all lived happily ever after...

Stay tuned for the gripping sequel entitled 'The Story of 2011'...

Happy New Year everybody!  Don't do anything I wouldn't do!  (Meaning no drugs, no alchohol, and NO Tim Allen movies.)  

(Toy Story doesn't count)

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

post-Christmas posted-post

After my last post I assume I don't have to explain my lack of Christmas morning pictures, right?

So... Two.

Two pictures.

Brenda's high point and Suzie's low.


If I had had just half a brain that morning I would have also snapped a picture of Garret bonding with his new Sheriff Woody doll.  Maybe I'll still do that.

Or maybe I won't.

Maybe that's just the bologna talking... 

(ask Tyler)

 So I can sum up our Christmas weekend into one word.  Family.  Family, family, family!  We are awesomely surrounded by both extended sides and, therefore, were bouncing from one home to another to laugh and play and goof and eat and give and receive and hug and smooch.  With Mike's family we had a dramatic reading, an in-house helicopter, some insanely good almond roca, some white-'elephanting', and plenty of 'OOOOhs and AAAAAhs.  With my family we had one divine ham dinner, a careful-to-not-pee-your-pants hilarious game of Madlibs, some 'name that tune' (I think I totally won.), and one gruesome bear suicide.

It's no wonder I'm still recouping.  

Wait, what??

Oh, don't worry.  It was a teddy bear.

***added  note- Somehow I gave the impression that we opened at 2 am.  NO FREAKIN' WAY.  10 am people!  HOORAH!  (I'm a middle-of-the-night blogger...)

Sunday, December 26, 2010

Christmas spirit

You think this is going to be a deep, nostalgic sort of post.  Don't ya?  Well, sorry to disappoint you but I've got way too much 'Good&Plenty' in my system for serious.  (Thank you Santa) 

So this is my impromptu 'tell-all-about-my-Christmas' post.

No pictures 'cause it's impromptu.

Why imprompty?  Uh, I mean impropmtu.  Arrr, impromptu (Stupid 2am fingers.)

Because it's 2 am and I don't want to watch Barney.


Saturday morning Mike and I donned out cheerleading sweaters and skirts and pigtails and pompoms...

Mike in a skirt?  Oh heavens.  Thank goodness I'm being metaphorical. 

"What's this??  I see a present fooooorrr BRENDA!!  Wanna open it?  Over here Brenda!  What is it???  What could it be???  WOW!  A Star Wars lego person-thingy!!!  COOL!!  Oh wait, Brenda, come back!  Brenda!  You can play with legos later!  Leave the legos in your room 'cause there's more presents!  YEAH! 
Whhhooooo's next???  It's a present for SUZIE!!  See Suzie?  LOOK!  No, no Brenda.  It's for SUZIE!  OK, you can help her open it.  What is it???  HUH??  WOW!  A baby doll!!  No, Brenda, give it to Suzie.  YAY!!  A BABY DOLL!!!
Is Garret next????  OOOOOh, Garret look!  ...Garret?  Garret wake up!!  Wake up Garret!!!  Look!  It's aaaaa...  OK Brenda you can open it.  WOOHOO!!  A Woody doll for Garret!  No, no Suzie.  It's for Garret!  GARRET WAKE UP!  Look!  A WOODY DOLL! 

Ummm, where's Brenda?  Is she back in her room with her legos?  Brenda!!!  Come open more presents!  

...Cheerleaders?  Yes.  Never thought that'd be me. 

Now would be the time to expound on the wonders of this weekend but alas, Suzie has completed her why-the-hickory-heck-is-this-girl-up-at-2-am playtime and is drifting into toddler dreamland.  So off I go to drift into my own dreamland which will definitely, dreamily, include another box of 'Good&Plenty'.

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Santa's no fool

Her bedroom is covered in "snow". (stuffing from the living room cushion)
The bathroom is still drying from today's flooding. (the legos needed a bath...?)
And my closet was visited by a tornado.  (dress up time never looked so good)

...And she thinks she's getting toys in her stocking?

It only took 10 years to finish

 Before our first Christmas I was shopping and just fell in LOVE with an adorable Santa stocking.  It was $15.  Too much to spend  on our little budget, and how was I to know how many to buy??  (Back then, just 9 months after getting married, I assumed we'd have a house full of kids...)  So, with Mom's advice, I bought just one, went home to copy it, and returned it shortly after.  With each addition to the family I've brought out the red felt and material scraps, still happy with the design I picked.

Mario does not get a stocking.

...Actually, a rudolph would be cute...

mike's (the first)


all five

hi Mario
Also, a resolution I'm bouncing around in my head is re-learning how to crochet and not forgetting this time.  Thanks, Mom, for the inspiration.  Janet LOVES the hats and gave me a gift to give you.  So everyone fake  your joy when next year I present you with one of those crocheted, rooster-ish, toilet paper covers...

I was there when Jesus came...

A TON of work went into our 'Night in Bethlehem' activity at church.  Thank goodness I had nothing to do with it or our annual Christmas party would have been popcorn and a Muppet movie.  (I don't do complicated...)  But I did, however, get to be the photographer.  That's just what I want to be!!

The gym was a courtyard of booths, each with it's own specialty.  You could learn to make pottery, candles, jewelry.  You could sample ancient (yet fresh) foods.  There was even a toy shop!  Everyone was draped in cloth, robes, sheets...  We were a handsome bunch.  I looked like my linen closet just puked on me, but hey, I was behind the camera...

It was a lively crowd with laughter, games, visiting, and even a little tax-collecting.  But when 'night' came a reverent hush fell over us as we waited for Mary and Joseph.

We watched the innkeeper reject them and the wisemen (3 ten-yr-olds, so cute) gather.  The kings brought their gifts and we all sang 'Silent Night'.

Weeks ago I saw a fascinating documentary about the photographers of the White House.  I remember the comment from Pete-something (the photo-guy on 9-11) who said it wasn't until he was home that night that the magnitude of what had transpired truly hit him.  'The camera', he said, 'works as an emotional buffer.'  In my own little way, I know what he was talking about because there was a moment when I took a break from the weight of my camera and almost immediately felt a sudden rush of sweet emotion.  The room was full of people I care about and we were all there to celebrate the life of Christ.  Oh now I'm getting blubbery. 

Christmas makes me mushy...

Thursday, December 16, 2010

potty break?

I walked into something awkward today.

Didn't ask.  Just put them back where they belong...

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

signs of Christmas

 Brenda was outside with Mike the other night.

"Look Brenda, an airplane!" Mike said, pointing.

Brenda gazed up and corrected her father.

"That's not a airplane, that's a Santa Claus!"


And I was surprised how little the kids were interested in candy houses.  

I was very interested.  


(tummy ache)

new wheels

I could tell the whole, detailed story of how I had the strong impression that I needed to get Garret out with me on my runs.  And how I had to just shrug my shoulders and figure it wasn't meant to be, for now, when researching the cost of large, handicap-friendly strollers.  And how my parents showed up, a few weeks later, with an early Christmas/birthday present.  And how I'm stumped on how to thank them enough...  

But, for now, let's look at some pics-

Yesterday was our first run and though it was slow and more work for me, it felt GREAT.  Garret giggled and flailed.  I would stop to check his mood and each time he would rock forward with a grin, seeming to say- 'Keep going!'.   

And this afternoon, just minutes after walking in from the bus, Garret went to the stroller, sat down, and laughed with anticipation.  'Sorry, munchkin.  We can't go when Daddy's gone, but we'll go again real soon...'

I guess the best way to thank you, Mom and Dad, is to use it, use it, use it.
And we will, we will, we will!!!  :)

Monday, December 13, 2010

You'd be featured too, if your sweater matched...

This is my new lamp.
This is me saying, 'Don't you love my new lamp?"
This is new lamp and me celebrating our mutual admiration.

I know you might hate it.  I'm used to getting funny looks when showing-off my latest discoveries.  (Got that from Dad who specifically wore L.A. Gear shoes when they suddenly became reputation-crushing lame.  I remember wishing I had his guts...)  But just know that my friend, Monica, likes it just the way it is.  And she's smart and pretty.  So there.

(Click *here* if you think I'm full of it.  I dare you.)

P.S.  Tomorrow's post will be brought to you by the surprise of blue skies today, and the ever-ongoing non-surprise of how awesome my parents are.  I might get mushy...

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

tender-December mercies

A Christmas miracle in our house is the continued existence of our sweet little nativity set. I loved it first as a wedding gift and I love it even more today. Merely a decade old, it shows the wear-and-tear that comes as an occupational hazard in our home, but each piece still stands humbly to remind us of what we are truly celebrating...

Sweet baby Jesus. Even with a tattered face, He is still adored as the centerpiece-

The dedicated shepherd has faithfully kept his flock-

The wise men came with presents in hand...

...lead by a blinded camel-

Oh, good morning Garret!

Ummm, sweetie-pie? Can you move so Mommy can take a picture?

Thanks Gare-bear. Isn't it delicious?

Be near me, Lord Jesus,
I ask Thee to stay
Close by me forever
And love me I pray

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Mrs. Munchnik stuck in an elevator...

the answers to the last post's mystery movie quotes...

1. Christmas Carol
2. A Christmas Story
3. Elf
4. Charlie Brown Christmas
5. White Christmas
6. Home Alone
7. Rudolf the Red Nose Reindeer
8. National Lampoons Christmas Vacation
9. Miracle on 34th St
10. Mixed Nuts
11. The GRINCH of course!

They're all classics to me. (Even though I can't stand 'Home Alone'...) Have you seen 'Mixed Nuts'? It's a fantastic display of CRAZY. Madeline Kahn (who was BRILLIANT in 'What's Up Doc') is the icing on top. (Title reference)

But I have to say my favorite is 'A Christmas Story'. (Actually, my favorite Christmas movie is probably 'A Muppet Christmas Carol', but I didn't quote that one so...) Nothing beats Ralphie's little brother in his puffy winter suit... "Wait up guys, WAIT UP!!!!!..."

Second- just a little o' this

Monday, December 6, 2010

famous Christmas movie quotes-

Do you recognize them???

If these shadows remain unaltered by the future, none other of my species will find him here. But if he is to die, then let him die...! "AND DECREASE THE SURPLUS POPULATION!"

Aunt Clara had for years labored under the delusion that I was not only perpetually 4 years old, but also a girl.

You like sugar, huh?
Is there sugar in syrup?
Then YES!

Try to catch snowflakes on your tongue. It's fun.
Mmm. Needs sugar.
It's too early. I never eat December snowflakes. I always wait until January.
They sure look ripe to me.

Yesterday, she couldn't sleep. Today, she won't eat. She's in love.
Well if that's love, somebody goofed.

What kind of a mother am I?
If it makes you feel any better, I forgot my reading glasses.

This fog's as thick as peanut butter!
You mean pea soup.
You eat what you like, and I'll eat what I like!

Can I refill your eggnog for you? Get you something to eat? Drive you out to the middle of nowhere and leave you for dead?
"Naw, I'm doing just fine..."

But... but maybe he's only a little crazy like painters or composers or... or some of those men in Washington.

"My psychiatrist thinks we should break up."
"What? I didn't know you were going to a psychiatrist."
"Well I'm not actually going to one. I've been dating one for four months."

"Maybe Christmas doesn't come from a store. Maybe Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more!"

Thursday, December 2, 2010

Let me explain-

Tyler (my brother) wanted me to write him a short story. He got his story (last post) and now he wants a sequel. I say 'Hey, this blog isn't all about you, you know.
...It's all about The Suzinator'
So perhaps the sequel will include a sidekick...

ALSO- Any suggestions for Christmas music? I'd like to get some new music because the radio keeps playing that mind-numbing Mariah Carey number.
My favorites are Barbara Streisand, Martina McBride, The Messiah, Mannheim Steamroller, and Charlie Brown Christmas soundtrack.

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

A story for Tyler-

Do you know who Danny Glover is? I do. And if I ever met him in person I would say, "Hi Danny Glover, I'm such a big fan!", which would be a lie because as I sit here I can only think of one movie he's in and I've never seen it. The play turned-movie 'A Raisin in the Sun'. Fortunately it is not imperative to know Danny Glover in order to appreciate this story. Any references to the actor will be purely for the sake of tension-breaking randomness which will not sway the plot one way or the other. OK then, let's begin...

Trigger Brimstone, that's his name, heated his soup on the stove-top as he believed that microwaves were just another portal of the devil. He added carrots, potatoes and salt. "Soup-turned-stew is pretty cool" he thought as he blew the steam away for a sip. He often ate well as he believed that on any day, at any time, he may be called on a mighty mission, journey, or adventure. (That would be a bit redundant but each of those require completely different ensembles.) Little did he know (or alot 'cause he did know) Trigger was about to get a certain call. And that call did come. "Brimstone," said the very mysterious voice. "Your quest, should you choose to accept it, is to retrieve the Puffin's Pearl from the evil Dizzy Gillespie." (Not to be confused with the ever-famous Dizzy Gillespie.) "If you fail the world will surely cease to exist." "DASH IT ALL!" Trigger cried, "What do I wear on a QUEST??!" Fortunately the mysterious caller faxed over a map, suggestions for attire, and the farside joke of the day. (If you've ever been on a quest you understand the medicinal importance of laughter.)

Trigger loaded his essentials into his gray '97 civic with a red passenger door, then drove off in his gray '97 civic with a red passenger door. Before leaving town he was sure to top off the gas tank of his gray '97 civic with a red passenger door, and purchase two butterfingers and one box of Runts. (So much for eating well...) Now it was the open road.

Perhaps now is a good time to fill you, the reader, in on some important history. Danny Glover was born in a small town. Figby, Connecticutt. And if you were to ask the night-shift manager at the food mart if he had ever seen Mr Glover, he might say yes. (I don't know, worth a try.) But it was in this town that the evil Dizzy, had settled. He kept a low profile while plotting the taking of the Puffin's Pearl and delighted the town with kick-your-heals-up blue grass banjo jingles at the Saturday night barn dances. (Evil plotting costs money and blue-grass banjo tunes were, and still are, in demand in Figby Connecticutt.) It was after the pearl was stolen that the night-shift manager at the food mart had overheard Dizzy complain of a twisted ankle while buying Advil. "Stupid Puffin oughta get rid of those mole hills. Not only are they ugly, but someone could really get hurt while dashing across his lawn at 2 in the morning..." Maybe Dizzy thought no one could hear his muttering. Or maybe it was his cry for help. Either way, the leak was out and Trigger was on his way.

The drive was long and lonely. Trigger decided to stop for the night. He checked into a lowly motel under the name 'Brimbrick' and after safely locking himself into his room he immediately soaked his quest clothes in the bathroom sink, as his only other set of clothes were more 'Tahitian-cruise' rather than 'dangerous quest'.

The plan for the next day was easy. Confront the evil Dizzy Gillespie, retrieve the pearl, and save the world. Trigger obviously had trouble getting to sleep. Can you blame him? When the sun rose he was not feeling up for a day of questing. Yet he still donned his damp clothes and marched from his motel room. "I'll save the world, or my name's not Trigger Brimstone!" This was unfortunate since the motel worker, who had checked him in, overheard him and now knew his true identity.

Now we may never know how Dizzy learned of Trigger's approach. But this slip-of-the-tongue is one of the possibilities.

It was evening by the time Trigger drove into Figby. Craving a blue-raspberry slushie he pulled into the small food mart. The store was empty except for a man at the register. As Trigger paid for his slushie the man eyed him curiously. "You're not from around here, eh?"

"No, but I heard Danny Glover is."


"Danny Glover"

"Never heard of him." (Well, so much for that.)

"So, what brings you here?" asked the man behind the counter.

"I'm looking for a man. A man so evil, I bet he owns a dozen microwaves..."

This was odd for the store manager to hear. He used his microwave everyday and never thought this put him on any 'evil' rating scale. But still he wanted to help this out-of-towner who seemed important as his clothes were very 'questy'.

"Does this evil man have a name?"

"Gillespie. Dizzy Gillespie."

"The entertainer?"

"No. The bad guy."

"Oh. ...OH!! Someone said you'd be coming... I know who you want. He'll be playing at the town barn dance in less than an hour."

Trigger tipped his hat and carried his slushie out the door. As he wandered down the dusty road he wondered how he would get the pearl once he had captured Dizzy. He knew the evil pearl-snatcher wouldn't give it up easy. What was his weakness? This quest-question was on his mind as he came to a road sign with the words 'Ye Olde Barn' and an arrow pointing right. He turned down the lane and looked for a garbage can for his empty slushie cup. A little saving the planet before , well ...saving the planet.

It looked like the entire town was in attendance. Music and lights were streaming through the slats of the barn and Trigger hid near the entrance. It wasn't long before a cheer went through the room. A lanky, limping man had just stepped up to the microphone with a banjo in tow. It had to be the notorious Dizzy. Trigger decided it best to follow Dizzy after the dance and not make a scene in front of the townsfolk. This meant he could enjoy a little small-town shindigging. And what a shindig it was. Though evil, Trigger had to admit that Dizzy played a heavenly tune. Trigger danced and yelped. He stomped and clapped. Soon the entire room was a blur of laughs and twirls. Trigger could barely see straight when suddenly he realized that Dizzy had slipped out of the barn. But to his horror he realized the doors had been barred from the outside and when he peered through the slats he saw Dizzy, with banjo in hand laughing outside the big door. "Thought you could catch me? HAHAHA!!! You underestimated my evilness, BrimSTONE!"

"DRAT" Trigger thought. "How did he know I was coming?"

By then the rest of the dance-goers were realizing what was happening. There were screams and fainting. The men tried to pry the doors open, even bust through the sides but it seemed hopeless. Dizzy danced outside the doors in gleeful triumph. "HAHAHA!!! Soon I'll be in Tahiti with the pearl, and you can watch me fly away!" Just then a helicopter began to descend on to the field across from the barn. "NO DIZZY! You don't know the powers of the pearl!!!" (This was true as soon Tahiti would cease to even exist.) Trigger was at a loss. Had he failed? Was this it??!

Suddenly there was a rumble. Everyone watched the far corner of the barn as a gray '97 civic with a red passenger door plowed through right onto the now empty stage. "MY CAR!!", cried Trigger. The night-shift store manager stepped out from behind the wheel. "Sorry 'bout that. Say, why is the passenger door red?"

Trigger ran past the car, out the hole and towards Dizzy who was now nearing his escape. "Stop DIZZY!" The evil Dizzy looked back over his shoulder, "Have a nice life folks!". But as he looked back he stumbled right over a fresh mole hill. He and his banjo hit the ground. By now Trigger was very close. He raced and was about to pounce when Dizzy grabbed a hold of the leg of the helicopter. It raised him up right out of Trigger's reach and off into the night. And suddenly it was over. Dizzy was gone. The Puffin's pearl was gone. And Trigger had failed.

By then the store manager had caught up with Trigger. He silently stood by Trigger in quiet reverence. "Well," Trigger said. "Now that the world is about to end we might as well enjoy the rest of the dance. ...Do you know how to play the banjo?"

The store manager had already picked up the instrument that Dizzy had dropped in his getaway.

"A bit." he said. "But I'll be darned if I gotta play one with a big rock inside it."

The pearl.

It was days later that Trigger found himself still with questions unanswered like: Who is the Puffin? Isn't a puffin, a bird? Why does the Puffin get the pearl? How is the pearl so powerful? How much will it cost to fix his passenger door? Or does he splurge and repaint the entire car red? Is it time for a new car?

But those questions would have to wait as Trigger left for his next quest. To capture the evil Dizzy in Tahiti. And he knew just what he was going to wear...

Monday, November 29, 2010

I want to go to China,

after watching 'Karate Kid'. Those stone steps going up the mountainside... Did you see them? Cool, huh. What an exhilarating workout that would be! I'll start saving my drastically-dropping-in-value American pennies. It'll even be worth being violated by the TSA.

Brenda wants to go also become a warrior.

And Suzie wants cake.

I also want to watch the original 'Karate Kid'. I remember swooning over Daniel-san.

...I'll have some cake too, please.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Saturday, in spite of...

Thank you for the nice responses from yesterday's grumbling. As I went about a surprisingly good Saturday, I kept thinking of what a drama queen I am.

I managed a long morning nap and then went on to a fun and successful photo shoot.

(more on photoblog)
(wait, I just read over that and said 'moron' photoblog. haha!)

Later, I enjoyed TWO therapeutic runs, (one alone, one with friends) and one BIG bowl of ice-cream.

I'm sure I would be saying the same thing to a friend. "If you need to vent, VENT!" But when I know a sweet family who just found out, out of the blue, that their 1-year old won't live to see next Christmas, I appreciate the attitude check that I need. So what's a little lost sleep?

Happy Sunday everybody.

Saturday, November 27, 2010

Don't pity me, 'cause my hair looks AWESOME

I'm not sure if I'll be posting this post. So far I've kept myself away from the blog when I'm angry or upset and I'm not sure I want to break that trend now. But here I sit at 6:26 in the morning and believe me, I'd rather be sleeping.

The other day, while coloring my hair I rolled my eyes over being 31 and needing to cover gray hairs. (OK, replace 'needing' with 'wanting'.) I shrugged and thought, "Well, we all age at different paces". But about an hour ago I decided to blame Garret. My beautiful beautiful Garret. He's giggling next to me, the cutie-pie. He's been giggling and running and tapping and bouncing and rocking non-stop for the last 12 hours. Not such an unusual night for us. Regular sleep is such an obscure idea now. What's it like??

So today is shot. I've got a photo shoot that any of my energy will have to be put towards, so chores will just have to wait. Which is a shame since Garret spent last evening spreading bits of toilet paper in every corner of the house. (I've got to figure out a way to lock up the t.p. and still have it accessible to all the potty-trained people in the house...)

When I decided to come over to the computer I was holding back the tears of self-pity. I'm just so dang tired. I'm tired of being tired. I'm tired of having so many things I'd like to be doing but no energy to do them.

OK- Before this gets overwhelmingly depressing let's look at something uplifting...

And, wouldn't you know, while typing this Garret has given up the fight and is now quiet in his room. I'd run to my bed but I just heard Brenda begin to stir. I think I'll just stretch out on the couch and get a little rest.

Sorry for the rant. Life is good. Really, it's good. Don't worry be happy. Turn that frown upside-down. Count your many blessings. ...And put on a happy face! ('Specially when there's left-over pie in the fridge.) (Speaking of Thanksgiving, I plan on posting about it. Just waiting for some pictures...)

And I think I'll post this since it has a cute picture and I'm feeling better.

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

How long was I asleep??

I was confused this morning when I awoke and, apparently, it was December 25th. "Merry Christmas!" Brenda exclaimed. "Huh?" I was lead to the corner of the living room between the fireplace and the piano and couldn't help but ask, "What's that, Brenda?"

"Christmas tree"

"And what's all this?"


"Oh cool! Should we wake up Daddy and Garret too?"

"YES! ...Daddy! Garret! It's Christmas!"

We gathered around the "tree" and watched Brenda open each "present" with an 'OOO' or 'AAH'.

I got a D battery.


Monday, November 22, 2010

Thrice Thrilled

Thrill #1: The FIRST FIRE of the season-

OOOOhhhh... Somebody bring me some marshmallows please.

Brenda made sure Suzie didn't get too close to the fire ...or to Brenda.

Thrill #2: Bedroom makeover progress (and a little Suzie-spice)-

I'm afraid the room may never be done-done, thanks to my odd tastes and almost freakish frugality.

Thrill #3: Someone might actually bring me marshmallows...

Thursday, November 18, 2010


Just the fact that this is my 100th post doesn't mean it has to be GRAND, right? The pressure for something memorable has me fidgeting all over my little gray folding chair.

The frustrating thing is that I know it doesn't really matter. I'd be pretty arrogant to think so. But I'm proud of this blog! I like spewing my misspelled, grammatically-erred, gobbly-gook out to the world and still being accepted by ...well, you.

Who knew?

So I guess this is a 'THANK YOU', for your support as I document my little life, and shamelessly exploit my family.

Thanks, guys.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Seasonal conversion 2010

For the last month+ I've been just rolling my eyes at the Christmas displays all over town. I didn't want to be bothered with Christmas and was annoyed at it being shoved in my face. (I don't think I'm the only one who has felt this way.)

Well, I popped into Lowes today with Suzie on my hip. While waiting for a gallon of paint we strolled through the isles of lights, plastic trees, dancing life-size santas and other fantastically-tacky decorations on display.

Suzie was enraptured.

The normally squacky (I declare it a word) girl was almost silent. (Just an occasional 'Oooh' or 'Woooooooah') It was when she started to boogy to a jingle, coming from a little merry-go-round, that I felt that tingle of excitement.

OK Christmas, I'm ready.

(Last December)

...just need to survive enjoy Thanksgiving.

ALSO- The next post will be my 100th post.
Any ideas
on how I make it

(I really am excited for Thanksgiving.
Thanksgiving, and DANGEROUS amounts of pie.)

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