i am so sleepy, and sick. candy bears lets go to rocketeers
that's my mom's birthday. she's not a turkey though. i mean, thanksgiving.
my porch got converted into a dining room. because my dad got a woodburning stove put out there.
all the nonsense on the porch disappeared, well most of it. (see sheep tissuebox) and my porch looked like a way too cute magazine scene.
this is shu she is the greatest
"that's my super asian picture pose"
ugh
are you writing down what i say? you are good at holding feet
Day after thanksgiving, tim tara and i held our 5th annual Pilgrims VS Indians kickball. We're lacking on taunts.. we gotta brainstorm more. I'm pilgrim captain. John Klein repped for indians.
we ended with a super inning mixed up the teams by alternating height order.. indians i guess won....... but whateva. i was an the indian during the last super inning. i tried to scalp timz.
Clint and I being near eachother during game is bad, both distracted. During any play i just tried to see if i could peg him. and when i was catcher for a lil we just talked a lot and both didn't know what to do when he bunted it.. til joe raegan ran up and pegged him because we were both standing there in confusion at home plate
thanks to all that came.
let us pray.
hey heathen get away from my CROSS.I AM MAKIN IT INTO SOMETHING PURPOSEFUL ETRAIN
it's keeping score.
psh score of their scalpings i bet..
i didn't use the SPORTS option on the camera, but i still caught tartar in action
(((((my mom chompy and buster in the background))))
a cornucopia's perspective
pilgrims thanked the indians for their music. and for teaching them to grow maize
and for bringing the joy of STYX. EPIC KICKBALL MUSIC!
then we sent them away with small pox
after halftimedance time break time party time dance time
buster really likes electronic music. my mom said so.
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