July, 2005
The next girl Frank Sinatra
Here is Olivia singing a song from The Little Mermaid (Mac Format). I am using Google's free video service. It is quite nice. I don't have to pay for space to upload my videos. However, it did take almost a week for it to go "live".
Dylan's mom made a little book online an asked me to take a cute picture of the cute kids being cute together. So for 2 days I placed them in cute situations and took pictures like CRAZY! While one would cry, one would be going the opposite direction, then the other one would get hurt, then we'd all have to go in and cry for a while and repeat the process over and over. So she just used a picture of them when Gage was 12 minutes old, and I had to Photoshop Dylan out of the picture.
Crazy Couzinz
Here’s the deal with my cousins Gabe (10) and Jonah (8) – they are spastic. We’re talking too spastic for a horse tranquilizer – Ridalin is useless against them. And although I am much older, calmer, smarter, better looking, and generally more awesome, I can’t help but constantly point out dangerous situations to them. “Hey look at that ledge you could climb…That piñata needs shredding…Eat that sucker in the dirt, dude.”
BECK!
Imagine, if you will, a red braided headband, big glasses, a tight blue shirt with white racing stripes down the arms, and short short red shorts sporting those same racing stripes. Now insert a skinny white dude with tube socks and Pumas, rhythmically punching, jerking, and generally spazzing out to the sweetest sounds to grace the alternative crowd. And there you have the Beck concert we went to on Saturday night. I was laughing and jamming and trying to make out with Dylan the whole time. Those are like the three best things ever, and to be able to do them all at once was pure bliss.




