Smart Apple

Erin made the honor roll this quarter! We are all so proud of how hard she's worked in school this year: it shows in her grades and in her enthusiasm. She's learning so much, and it's fun to learn it all over again with her. Way to go, kiddo!

Whippy!

Scott sold his F250. And I sold my F250. And then we realized that we are in the process of moving and require a truck. So.... Truck. (This is obviously not my truck, but a reasonable facsimile thereof. But mine's flashier because it has a hood scoop. And I'm sure it's faster.) And, of course, I had a rock through the windshield already. Heavy sigh. I guess I can let Scott drive it now.

Trick or Treat

A hair for a hair ...

Scott has recently been channeling his inner Yeti (I'd say Sasquatch, but ewww, the connotations). As handsome as he is, once I start finding food and toothpaste in that damn beard, it's time for it to go.

So what, you might ask, is the answer to this dilemma?

I don't shave until he does.

I think he's going to shave tonight. We're all very excited.

Erin the Bookworm

Erin has developed a taste for books, which - according to a certain crossword that I recently completed - is actually called "bibliomania". We think it might be contagious.

Parting is such sweet sorrow...

It's official. After a few years of on-again off-again, I have broken up with my favorite author. In the beginning of our relationship, Jonathan was so edgy but still clever and entertaining; lately the edgy has developed into something more like uneasy gratuity and I just can't find it in me to care one way or another what happens to his characters. He's begun to make me uncomfortable, and I have to say goodbye. I'll miss you, Jonathan Lethem. It was good while it lasted.

Yes, we have some cab-i-nets...

...we have some cab-i-nets, today!

Apple Betty

This full figured and fantastically fecund tree is our neighbors', but this portion of it lives in our yard. Erin occasionally steals the apples, and it's fun to watch her make faces (they're, um, not quite ripe yet).

Smoke

Mmmm camera

That would be TEN POINT ONE megapixels. Yahoo. Now I just need to learn how to use it....

The Last Temptation of Fate

What I would like to avoid - but absolutely cannot - is mentioning that this picture was taken less than a week after Scott fell off the roof and busted his head. Oy.

The Kidd Shoots Again

Erin loooooves the camera. It's really too bad that it only holds something like 50 pictures; even that much memory only seems to last her about 20 seconds. A little abstract nature photography, a la The Kidd.

She does portraits, too!

This is Erin's friend Tori, who is stunning; Erin surprised her, took the picture, then took a picture of the computer screen where it was displayed. I thought it very clever.

Slap on the wrist!

I apologize for being so shockingly remiss in keeping up the blog - it's not like I have anything else to do...ahem. Updates: Scott's staples are out and his head looks as good as before (read: lumpy and balding, but still very handsome); Erin has a new computer which she received for her 11th - whoa - birthday. We tried to tell her that the birthday people couldn't fit it in, but she found a way around the bureaucracy and reinstated it. And so, 11. I'm taking a philosophy class, and if the Cogito (I think, therefore I am) is true, then I have ceased to exist. The house - oh, the house - is a very very very fine house. With grout in the tile, and doors sort of up, and baseboard heaters sort of in, and cabinets... still in the garage. We'll move in someday.

There will be more pictures, I promise, when I can figure out the settings on my new camera.

Spring

Okay, so it's spring at our house and Scott has once again set the bar for birthdays next year. Ooooooh, new camera rocks. It goes beyond rocking. It's way prettier than Bowie. And for those of you who have not been to the blog for a while, the head trauma photo is not for the faint of heart. I think I made Ericka puke...