Voice Like The Last Day

Darling Nikki makes Davey and I our first homemade ornament.


Hall of Fame Tamales


perverted- is it me or santa, really?


Vicki reads her favorite Chrismas scripture.


Simon's Spicy Flax and Salsa


the men take part in all the girly traditions. Except my Davey. He just supervises.


Aunt Vicki tries to clean up but we hypnotized her with old photos from church retreats!!!!!(aaahhh. Help me!)


my sister loves my dog. she accepts him as the only child I intend on having for a long, long, while.


God damn it. We can't go five snapshots in to the pile without telling about a story of headlice, molesters and alcoholics. God bless that church! Thank the lord that I don't have to go anymore!


Kitty is our daughter and she loves her daddy. Davey is her world.


I am her extra pillow.


My sister gets to cut loose sometimes. But I prefer her when she's the charming mom. Her children are beautiful and perfect. She was born to use all of her perfectionism in these three positive outlets. The eldest is a saint in the making, the middle girl is a model and singer, then the little boy is dangerously cute with dimples and open mouthed laugh.


Kitty plays with Eric's gift to me. A Salvador Dali and Leonor Fini program. I love it. I love all of Eric's gifts. I want to return everything and every thought a thousand fold to him...Because he means SO MUCH to Davey and I.


I want to plan a party for Eric, soon. But not sure when...


I will surely post it on this blog. Because it will be and important event MEMORABLE AS HELL


let me have a couple days to get it sorted in and out. then. Yes!


this winter cold will not keep our clothes on.