Planning every little inch.
And this one goes right here.
And there is Lucy as the current Tree Guardian. Go Lucy!
And there's Kornnepflaque as the spiritual Tree Guardian. Go Kornnepflaque!
Monday, November 26, 2007
Sam & Lucy Decorating the tree
Sam was SO excited to help put up the tree.
Planning every little inch.
And this one goes right here.
And there is Lucy as the current Tree Guardian. Go Lucy!
And there's Kornnepflaque as the spiritual Tree Guardian. Go Kornnepflaque!
Planning every little inch.
And this one goes right here.
And there is Lucy as the current Tree Guardian. Go Lucy!
And there's Kornnepflaque as the spiritual Tree Guardian. Go Kornnepflaque!
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Ah, those were the days
Here's a picture of my fridge while I was in college. No lie. A while after college (like 11 years) I got married and the beer changed from Milwaukee's Best to Bass Ale. (All things being equal, two incomes rock--highly recommended, by the way.)
Then the beer changed to food. Imagine my dismay.
Then we had Sam, and the food changed to formula.
Today, I have warm Coor's Light in the cooler in my garage--and a fridge full of food.
Many people far older and wiser than me call this "character building." Well, I'm waiting for it to build me up a fridge full of beer again. I guess I'll just keep eating the food while I'm waiting.
Then the beer changed to food. Imagine my dismay.
Then we had Sam, and the food changed to formula.
Today, I have warm Coor's Light in the cooler in my garage--and a fridge full of food.
Many people far older and wiser than me call this "character building." Well, I'm waiting for it to build me up a fridge full of beer again. I guess I'll just keep eating the food while I'm waiting.
Monday, November 12, 2007
Two cats...one smart and one not so much
So we've got two cats here watching out the window. Only, one of them seems to have failed Window Watching 101.
I still have both these kitties to this day, and Hosta (on the left) is still just as dumb!
I imagine it went down something like this:
Lucy: Hey Hosta! Do you wanna watch birds again?
Hosta: Yeah! Sounds great. Let's go.
L: Gonna have some fun now that's for sure.
H: (Jeez this Lucy is stupid. I have no idea what she gets out of this. Oh well.)
I still have both these kitties to this day, and Hosta (on the left) is still just as dumb!
I imagine it went down something like this:
Lucy: Hey Hosta! Do you wanna watch birds again?
Hosta: Yeah! Sounds great. Let's go.
L: Gonna have some fun now that's for sure.
H: (Jeez this Lucy is stupid. I have no idea what she gets out of this. Oh well.)
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Hey this is neat...er..oh no, paisley..send help...
There I am. Overwhelmed by all the paisley surrounding me. No wait, it's my first 300 pound TV! And in stereo.
I mean, paisley wallpaper? C'mon.
I mean, paisley wallpaper? C'mon.
Wow! I love the web!
So. The year is 1981. Cast your mind back. No, back further than that. Way back. What did everyone universally love to do then? Well, I don't know the answer either, but from the photo evidence it seems to be...Greaser Day?
This is me and Tom. Tom was my best friend through all of junior and senior high school. Then we went away to college and Tom moved to Indiana and we've never seen each other since. I know it's a sad story. But here's the cool part: I recently found his little corner of the web (Yay Google!) and (after 18 years) we've been emailing back and forth and catching up a bit with each other. It's been pretty fun. So Tom dug up this picture of the two of us before heading off to one of the junior high "theme" dances. The theme here was obviously to wear something so ridiculous we wouldn't be faced with the prospect of actually dancing with anyone.
This picture is not photoshopped either! Tom really was (and I presume) still is that tall. I think he was about 6'2" in those days. Or maybe it just seemed like it. Also, if you notice, Tom was doing the nice thing and not even wearing shoes in the picture. Then the height difference would have been really noticable!
But here's the really funny part: When we arrived at the school to go in, the person at the door didn't believe Tom was actually a student! They took him into the principle's office to grill him about his homeroom teacher and his class schedule until they finally believed him and let him in! What a riot.
So that was me and Tom and the Greaser Day dance. I don't even remember being there, but I always remembered this picture, that's for sure.
This is me and Tom. Tom was my best friend through all of junior and senior high school. Then we went away to college and Tom moved to Indiana and we've never seen each other since. I know it's a sad story. But here's the cool part: I recently found his little corner of the web (Yay Google!) and (after 18 years) we've been emailing back and forth and catching up a bit with each other. It's been pretty fun. So Tom dug up this picture of the two of us before heading off to one of the junior high "theme" dances. The theme here was obviously to wear something so ridiculous we wouldn't be faced with the prospect of actually dancing with anyone.
This picture is not photoshopped either! Tom really was (and I presume) still is that tall. I think he was about 6'2" in those days. Or maybe it just seemed like it. Also, if you notice, Tom was doing the nice thing and not even wearing shoes in the picture. Then the height difference would have been really noticable!
But here's the really funny part: When we arrived at the school to go in, the person at the door didn't believe Tom was actually a student! They took him into the principle's office to grill him about his homeroom teacher and his class schedule until they finally believed him and let him in! What a riot.
So that was me and Tom and the Greaser Day dance. I don't even remember being there, but I always remembered this picture, that's for sure.
Thursday, November 08, 2007
Sunday, November 04, 2007
More Pictures for Tom from Annie
Pictures for Tom from Annie, pt. 1
Pictures from Annie for Tom Thress
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Now that Picasa/Blogger seems to be fixed...
So I love Picasa. It's Google's photo cataloging program. It integrates with everything nicely...especially Blogger.com which is how this whole thing got started. Then a while back, Google bought Blogger.com and everything got screwed up with the automatic posting through Picasa. The procedure to post anything was so long and involved, we had to suffer through a lack of Sam pictures. I'm surprised you all made it this long frankly. The glitch seems to be fixed, so now you're in trouble.
I recently bought a new computer and decided to make it the sole archiving spot for all my pictures. So I archived to DVD (remember the good old days when you archived all your files to a 3.5" floppy?) all the pictures from both the "old" computers and then imported them onto the new computer. Get ready for this. 4 DVD's (at 5.8GB each). Over 4800 pictures. And this is only since Sam was born. Sam is three. I repeat, Sam is three. That's 1095 days folks. So I've got an average of 4.38 pictures A DAY of Sam since he was born. And that doesn't include anything my Mom has (which probably dwarfs my collection!).
So for his third birthday, hmm, let's see, we had drinking and flying. And some presents (thankfully, not pictured!).
A blonde moment for Sam.
And there's the drinking I mentioned.
Now Sam's revving up for his first flight.
And, oh my god there he goes! Off into the wild blue yonder...or something.
I recently bought a new computer and decided to make it the sole archiving spot for all my pictures. So I archived to DVD (remember the good old days when you archived all your files to a 3.5" floppy?) all the pictures from both the "old" computers and then imported them onto the new computer. Get ready for this. 4 DVD's (at 5.8GB each). Over 4800 pictures. And this is only since Sam was born. Sam is three. I repeat, Sam is three. That's 1095 days folks. So I've got an average of 4.38 pictures A DAY of Sam since he was born. And that doesn't include anything my Mom has (which probably dwarfs my collection!).
So for his third birthday, hmm, let's see, we had drinking and flying. And some presents (thankfully, not pictured!).
A blonde moment for Sam.
And there's the drinking I mentioned.
Now Sam's revving up for his first flight.
And, oh my god there he goes! Off into the wild blue yonder...or something.
Scary gang
So Sam was hangin with his homeys tonight while they looted the neighborhood. We had an infant Spider, Bob the Builder, a poor sad-sap Redskins fan, a Vampire, and a Princess. Quite a crowd.
Sam, after he heard that every house would now be handing out candy to anyone who rang the bell and said "trick or treat!":
"You mean, all I have to do is say trick or treat and they give me candy?"
"Yes, Sam, that's true."
"Suckers!!!!"
Sam, after he heard that every house would now be handing out candy to anyone who rang the bell and said "trick or treat!":
"You mean, all I have to do is say trick or treat and they give me candy?"
"Yes, Sam, that's true."
"Suckers!!!!"
Almond what?
Hey, who snuck this candy into my Halloween bucket? I only asked for carrots and celery. I don't need any stinking Almond Joy bar!
I'm returning this puppy.
I'm returning this puppy.
Halloween
Even after last week's game though, you can't stop a true fan for long...we've already endured a decade of futility! Sam doesn't know it yet, but his misery might only just be beginning!
Hanging with Bob the Builder...I mean Solomon. It's hard to tell the difference!
Hanging with Bob the Builder...I mean Solomon. It's hard to tell the difference!
Hey! New content!
On Sunday the Redskins faced off against the Patriots.
This was before the game:
This was after the game:
The final score was 52-7. Our expressions don't begin to recount the misery of it all!
This was before the game:
This was after the game:
The final score was 52-7. Our expressions don't begin to recount the misery of it all!
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