The Little 3-0

#1 Sister makes a wish while #2 Sister braces herslef for the extinguishing gale.

This weekend, Friday to be exact, my little-big sister turned into a big-little 30 year old. Most of her celebrations revolved around preparations for her upcoming year of missions in Russia. It wasn't all business though...




Even shopping for luggage had its goofy moments. If only she could raise funds as mannequin...

My Favorite Niece

To the dog with the softest ears...



You were one of the family and we will miss you.

Four-Eyed Spud

I'm so happy that we are finally fully staffed at work. It frees me up to do some of the really important things like baking cookies and cleaning out the cupboards. Perhaps you think that I am being sarcastic. Perhaps this photo will convince you otherwise.

Have you ever seen a more flowery tuber? Eyes nothing! Try arms and legs!

P.S. Is anyone regretting waking me from blogslumber? Just thank Your Maker I didn't post a photo of what I think was a (black) donut molded beyond recognition.

Deep Thoughts III

Sometimes the Potter's pinching and pulling hurts and I think, "God, I was so much happier when I was just a lonesome lump of clay".



But then, I catch a glimpse of my reflection in a fellow work in progress, or in the Potter's eyes, and in horror I cry, "Pinch away, God. Pinch away".

Deep Thoughts
Deep Thoughts II

Blah Blah Blog

Tis true the boy cannot be blamed for my blogging absence. I don't see him much, and when I do, it looks a little something like this...












Blogging to you live from my date night with Rocket-Man