Paul’s 30th Birthday was definitely a marathon event consisting of dinner/movie, a craw-fish extravaganza, some “goat time” with the newest member of the Klinger family, a sushi dinner and two-stepping. My newly-lasiked eyes were not-a-little tired after all these festivities.
Last Thursday I finally got lasik surgery. I’ve beening saying I’m going to get it for about 5 years and finally manned up and just did it. I’m still healing and bloodshot, but it’s 20-20 from now on.
Last Sunday I said Eff You to daylight savings time and cruised to Winnie for some flea market scavenging and fried oreos. That’s right people, I said fried oreos. Later on, we visited the chicken coops on the Klinger Kompound.
Last weekend Helen and I booked it down to New Orleans for a weekend of sex, drugs and rock & roll. FAIL. Helen tortured me with a one-hour Insanity Workout. Adam made us play incredibly difficult drinking games. And I bought some books in the French Quarter. All in all, exhausting. But fun.
These are the only objects that pulled me through the latest bout of homesickness brought on by snow. Thanks be to Paul for all his wonkiness.
Christmas was a rather chill affair this year. It snowed on Christmas day, making it impossible to not hear mom do lyrically challenged renditions of “White Christmas.” Mom got a cold (didn’t stop the singing). Gracie got a cold. Julia got a cold. Adam was coming down with a sore throat when I busted out …
It was that time of year again… Aniden fancy Christmas dinner. Most of the guys wore suits and ties; the ladies wore dresses (no one told me to dress up so I’m rocking some jeans in these pictures). I ate a huge steak and got on the waiter’s bad side with my very-specific vodka/soda orders.
I know my readers (all 2) are sick of the baby pictures. But these are too sugary, too fattening, too obnoxiously adorable to not repost here. See all at http://graceweart.com/
Helen, Rachna, Tim and I did fajitas and margaritas to celebrate Mark’s coming of age a few weeks ago.
The Pendergast Thanksgiving was another lovely, messy affair, enhanced by intermittent diaper changes and breast-feedings. Frank and the gang brought an iPad that made me and Adam jealous. Julia talked more about her boobs in one day than in her whole life. Mom was like a chicken sans head, but cooked one of her better …
I got the call at 4am on Saturday. Gracie Raine is here in all her pointy headed babiness. Check out Adam’s new website to celebrate all the gracieness: http://graceweart.com
Me and some peeps went Cur-raze-ie at the Houston Renaissance Fair last weekend. Wish I had some pictures of the longest car ride ever with all of us crammed into Tim’s Honda. You’re also not seeing me actually catapulting in a wedgie-inducing diaper/holster.
One of the reasons I moved back to Houston is to be with creative people. This year’s pumpkin carving at Aniden was the best team building day yet!
Pumpkin Carving day at Aniden. T minus 3 days.
Went with Helen and Mark to the longest drunkest BBQ ever. Beer chicken, beer pong, beer everything. I don’t have pictures of the dancing that happened into the wee hours.
I don’t know why there’s a flurry of babies happening, but they’re popping out everywhere. I can’t get any work done for all the babies blasting off. Here’s pictures of Ryan’s baby shower at Aniden Interactive.
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Team-building means gambling and debachery at Aniden Interactive. Holla!
it rained today so lightly on my elbows i took this picture. the cows sleep against the hills. there.