Tuesday, May 29, 2007

A Puddle of Poodle

According to my father-in-law, this is a sign of the Apocalypse...
this Japanese born French Poodle is named SMASH. Isn't that like naming a child SMACK?

Either way, his name is Smash, and that's what I'd like to do to him.

Right after I take care of the Snuggle bear and the Pillsbury Doughboy.

Monday, May 28, 2007

A Shower with a View

Well, good morning, everyone! Thanks for coming to my shower. Next, you can watch me brush my teeth. Wheeeeeeeee!

Sunday, May 27, 2007

Not a bad picture from a cell phone...

Home alone with baby and over 400 essays to grade this weekend, so naturally I had to take lots of pictures to send the husband, as he has demanded hourly updates on her progress. (And it helps me procrastinate.)

Happy Graduation to Phil, DA MAN of the hour, who leaves Cornell and heads to grad school in San Fran (He's an ActOR, don't ya know.) Congrats, Phil, and I'm so happy to be related to you, even if it's only by marriage. Go make us proud! We want more "Guess what your crazy Uncle Phil did" stories for the girls.

Monday, May 21, 2007

Temporary Innocence

For a girl who initially said she "didn't care at ALL" about dresses and veils, she sure enjoyed being gussied up on her First Communion Day...

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Sunday, May 6, 2007

"Would you give me money for my child?"

A local story here caught my eye about a man whose vague grammatical construction nearly cost him custody of his child.

Luckily, as it turns out, he wasn't actually trying to sell his son, but was only using him as a prop to garner sympathy donations for his drug habit. That's all. Whew.

Let's be specific with our prepositional phrases, people.

But just in case you're in the market: