Monthly Archives: November 2012

A Tree Tale

The Griswold family cuts down their Christmas tree.

“She’ll see it later, honey. Her eyes are frozen.”

It’s that time of year again.

The time of year when Trent starts brimming over with Christmas spirit, and I start loudly quoting Clark Griswold at the end of Christmas Vacation (see here). Or better yet — I start quoting Uncle Lewis.

The first clash of these ideologies traditionally occurs at Thanksgiving, and, indeed — it came like clockwork this year.

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Tournament of Roses!

Even though at this point it’s safe to say that Michigan’s probably not going to the Rose Bowl…


Perfect red rose.

My most recent front-yard bloomer.

But don’t be fooled, people —

While my newest rose baby is bright red, I still bleed Blue this weekend.

I believe in you, Wolverines…

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New fridge, dammit!

Thanks to Munga, our 1970s kitchen has officially entered the 21st century (or started to, at least — baby steps, people).

As Clark Griswold would say (a patron saint in my family), “Hallelujah. Holy Shit. Where’s the Tylenol?”

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In Bloom


Roses in full bloom.

My favorite rose baby so far.

In fact, I’m about to have SO MANY blooms… Continue reading

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I woke up at 5:00 AM today. I just couldn’t sleep. Continue reading

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