Stupid Prezi ate my newsletter. That's not entirely accurate. The last few times I brought it up to edit it for final touches, Prezi took FOREVER to load and then froze my computer long enough for me to throw my hands in the air and declare the battle a loss. You win, Prezi. You win.
So here I am, back at my trusty blogger site. I'm just going to give the low-down of my family right here. Where it's safe. And the words don't spin and dip while you read them. (I'm pretty sure the Prezi version would've made my grandma want to hurl.)
|So guess who's progeny is into Harry Potter now? Mine. Ugh. How did this happen?|
|Captain Underpants. At least he got over that slight slip of the tongue when he would pronounce "truck" like a very very bad word.|
Then there's Gavin. He's 3, almost 4, and is in a punching phase right now. To recap he's also experienced the "spitting phase", "growling phase", "wearing-nothing-but-underwear-all-day" phase, "wearing-only-batman-and-superman-jammie-tops phase", and "threatening-to-hit-you-in-the-face-if-you-don't-turn-on-Toy-Story-right-now phase". He can revert back into any one of these phases depending on his mood and my mood. I just know to clear outta there when he growls, "Hulk Smash".
|bad family photos 2011|
Then there's me. If you don't know anything about what's going on in my life, then you haven't been reading my blog due to a flare up of Amish-itis. What else could it be? Get well soon, for when you do, here's links to some of the highlights of my year:
|What's not to love with a mug like that?|
- I shared a mag with the Kardashians
- They pay me to do that
- Cellulite, my frenemy
- Where I got my tan and food poisoning
- Gam City; where apparently nick-names follow you home
- Side job # 346
- Where I learned about pre-writing and zombie haiku. (Arguably the best lessons I could learn from a powerpoint slide show.)
- Mulder didn't show, but "the truth was out there" and he had a handlebar mustache
(See this post for something more reverent.)
Til next year. And sorry you have nothing to hang on the fridge this year. I guess if you're that needy, you could simply print this out, but don't hang it up with that Perky Plumber magnet. That's just tacky. And clearly we are one classy bunch.