A few weeks ago tony, lana, luke & I visited minneapolis. customary pic in front of the spoon is proof. I always forget how much I like minneapolis.
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
minnesota
A few weeks ago tony, lana, luke & I visited minneapolis. customary pic in front of the spoon is proof. I always forget how much I like minneapolis.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
favre party

Amanda kept going outside to talk with Troy's skeleton. No one had the heart to tell her it was motion activated and not a real live skeleton. (Just kidding, Amanda)

This is tom giving me the evil eye for making fun of amanda. and I just say , "It's all good Tommy. We's all friends, see...

I'll leave you with the cutest 40 pounds I've seen in quite some time - Lu!

Monday, November 3, 2008
happy hollaween

The festivities started with some good ol' pumpkin carving. Or as tony likes to call it "punkin" carving. tony also likes "punkin" pie quite a bit.

There were some old friends...

and family (deb your costume was great - so scary!)


and new friends.

Tony ended the night by stealing his "punkin" back. (This is where kelly's memory of the night gets a little hazy.)
Friday, August 15, 2008
recap
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Just
after the downpour, in the early evening,
late sunlight glinting off the raindrops sliding
down the broad backs of the redbud leaves
beside the porch, beyond the railing, each leaf
bending and springing back and bending again
beneath the dripping,
between existences,
ecstatic, the souls grow mischievous, they break ranks,
swerve from the rigid V's of their migration,
their iron destinies, down to the leaves
they flutter in among, rising and settling,
bodiless, but pretending to have bodies,
their weightlessness more weightless for the ruse,
their freedom freer, their as-ifs nearly not,
until the night falls like an order and
they rise on one vast wing that darkens down
the endless flyways into other bodies.
Nothing will make you less afraid.
by Alan Shapiro
late sunlight glinting off the raindrops sliding
down the broad backs of the redbud leaves
beside the porch, beyond the railing, each leaf
bending and springing back and bending again
beneath the dripping,
between existences,
ecstatic, the souls grow mischievous, they break ranks,
swerve from the rigid V's of their migration,
their iron destinies, down to the leaves
they flutter in among, rising and settling,
bodiless, but pretending to have bodies,
their weightlessness more weightless for the ruse,
their freedom freer, their as-ifs nearly not,
until the night falls like an order and
they rise on one vast wing that darkens down
the endless flyways into other bodies.
Nothing will make you less afraid.
by Alan Shapiro
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Thursday, January 3, 2008
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
I don't know why I find this site so amusing. Tony does not share my love.
This posting is dedicated to... well, you know who you are.
HALO 3
CHEAT CODES,
AS EXPLAINED BY
NEGLECTED GIRLFRIEND
JANET IVERSON.
BY ANDREW KIRALY
This posting is dedicated to... well, you know who you are.
HALO 3
CHEAT CODES,
AS EXPLAINED BY
NEGLECTED GIRLFRIEND
JANET IVERSON.
BY ANDREW KIRALY
Monday, November 12, 2007
early girl's last stand
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Happy Birthday, Peter.
Wednesday, November 7, 2007
That Leaf
That leaf tries very hard to turn over
in very little wind. It lifts a corner
and settles on the ground exhausted, lifts
itself half over but, as the wind shifts,
falls face down eating mud. It hikes half up
in an attitude of prayer, then gives up.
Suddenly it turns fully over, sun
illuminating its dry belly. The sum
of all attempts is change, yet when change comes
it's finally so easy the world becomes
instantly rearranged, present
from past estranged, the old energy spent
in almost angry astonishment.
All the leaf sees is sky, appallingly wide,
though it always was so -- depleted, terrified
by sudden perspective, the outside brought inside,
though it always was so.
- Molly Peacock (1947-)
Monday, November 5, 2007
the land of Lincoln
The wooden floor that Lincoln walked as a lawyer.
Old State Capital building
Smoke-damaged statue of Douglas which firemen dropped when carrying out of the burning building.
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