Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Sunday, December 26, 2010
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Christmas TwentyTen
Up at 5:30am, cooked the standard Christmas breakfast of sweet and hot sausage patties, maple links, kielbasa, bacon, eggs, biscuits, and country gravy. Brother and his family came over, kids made out like bandits as always. Cousins arrive and everybody eats. There's yelling and laughter and fighting and laughter and more yelling. Everybody loads up their swag and heads back home for a nap. Football. Deep Fried Turkey and pumpkin ravioli for dinner. Football. Couple of beers and capped off the evening sitting by the bonfire. Good Christmas.
Thursday, December 23, 2010
Saturday, December 18, 2010
"Even retarded kitties need love too..."
I took a job over the holiday season as a photographer for a retail studio. Not a bad job, the customers for the most part are OK, even the kids are good. The people I work with are awesome. Also, for those who know me, you know I've got a really bad case of A.D.O.L.S. (Attention Deficit Oh Look! Shiny) With everything always going on in the studio I can't help but tune in on random conversations at, what seems to be, the weirdest times possible. I would like, for you now, to share some of the things I've heard around the studio:
"Now, that didn't hurt to bad right?"
"Ok ma'am, you got your teeth in?"
"...Well, we can plop her right down on Santa's package..."
"A drowsy kid is a good kid."
"Even retarded kitties need love too"
From a little boy " My daddy doesn't love me, he keeps me in a bubble."
"Can I go home? I don't want to hack up something nasty on a kid..."
"Now, that didn't hurt to bad right?"
"Ok ma'am, you got your teeth in?"
"...Well, we can plop her right down on Santa's package..."
"A drowsy kid is a good kid."
"Even retarded kitties need love too"
From a little boy " My daddy doesn't love me, he keeps me in a bubble."
"Can I go home? I don't want to hack up something nasty on a kid..."
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)


