Wednesday, September 30, 2009

a visit from gramma

Get out your red pens and open up your ears. School House Rock enlightens grammar-starved minds and 
makes good music. Can I get this on my Ipod?

Now that we've had a quick review, let's practice, shall we? To echo the words of my eye doctor,
"One better, or two better?
Three, or four?
Three? Four?
About the same?"
Go to it:
1. The man who/whom I almost hit with my car was riding a bicycle.
2. Dunder Mifflin Corporation bases its/their decisions on extensive research.
3. Someone on the chess team left their/his or her Trapper Keeper on the table.

Friday, September 25, 2009

oh gnome!

A bit creepy, a little heartbreaking, kind of funny, and very nostalgic. I never knew this would be the fate of David the Gnome, but I guess eternal life as a tree is only fitting for gnomes, and it ain't a bad way to go either. Apparently, this is the very last episode of the TV show I loved as a kid, and a heavy episode it is. This is just a small clip.
You may cry a tear, as did I--I'm just sayin'.

Saturday, September 12, 2009

tea time

Lady Toni Donovan hosted an afternoon tea for the ladies in our family (although some gentlemen decided to crash it). 
It was a beautiful afternoon--my eyeballs were inspired and my taste buds were satiated. There were yummy treats, beautiful outfits (hats were mandatory), an array of tea cups and saucers to choose from, and lots of feminine chit-chat.
I gorged myself on too many scones and delicate finger sandwiches--not very ladylike--but, oh well.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

summer love

Some very sweet people right here. 
Check le photo blog
for more of this duo.

Thursday, September 3, 2009

don't tell Kiffy...

I was looking through his CD collection as I was updating my ipod and found something I thought you might find interesting. It was an ATB CD (you'll remember them from the tune below).

This is how I know we're one another's perfect match. There's nothing like good/bad techo beats that make me feel like I'm soaring through a jungle.
Don't ask. 

I have a husband who enjoys the same and I'm sure would understand exactly what was meant by that last bit. I can just picture us growing old together, sitting on the front porch in our rocking chairs, watching the sun as it sets, CD player at 
our feet blasting "Don't Stop."