On February 20, 2001, the amazing happened. I lost my glasses. Permanently.
On February 20, 2001, the amazing happened. I lost my glasses. Permanently.
Part of my MBA involved a "team building" course out in the middle of nowhere.
I'm a product of the "Me" generation. Me, me, me. To celebrate this unabashed love for me, and all the other "me's" out there in the world, our lovely host Lynette threw an '80's barbecue. Value Village never saw such business.
Happy new year! We made it through one more year, marching toward our graves with the sure-footedness only Father Time can provide.
Frankie was chosen to be the model du jour for our Christmas cards. Here is the final card, formatted for your viewing pleasure. Like most models, Frankie was fussy from the start. Check out the pictures to see the sordid details of Frankie's first foray into modeling.
Thanksgiving is a strange time of the year. It's a time when everyone looks forward to eating as much as they can, so they can have enough energy to shop the next day, braving the throngs of countless thousands in order to buy consumer goods that won't be needed for a month.
This weekend we headed out to wonderful Mesquite, Nevada to meet up with one of Danna's friends.
A couple of weeks ago we headed to the zoo for some good zoo fun. I've never been to a Washington zoo. Point Defiance: not the best choice. It's a nice zoo, but I wanted monkeys. That's right, no monkeys! They didn't even have any zoo keepers that remotely looked like monkeys. I was heartbroken. However, I did find one lovable whale that was fun to watch. He was downright cute, and looked very intelligent. A bond was made.