Our project this evening!
Pitchin' In
11 years ago
Monday, December 22, 2008
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
If a composer could say what he had to say in words he would not bother trying to say it in music. ~Gustav Mahler
My Blogs
The Cast
Chorus: Yours Truly, the author of this blog.
WH: WonderHubby, the man of my dreams, my best friend and co-conspirator. A professional choral conductor. He got me hooked on golf.
Baby Bird: Our totally nifty baby girl.
Mama Cat: A jet-black, three year-old Bombay Siamese beastie who takes up almost all of my side of the bed, and demonstrates intense neediness frequently. Likes to have her ears scratched.
Baby Cat: Her daughter, a more traditional Siamese-coloured cat, now almost two years old. Purrs like a locomotive, sheds all over everything, takes up the rest of my side of the bed.
Maternal Unit: My mum, an Anglican priest here in Prairie City. Smart, funny and brave.
Eldest Brother: My biggest brother, an archaeologist, and an all-around nifty fellow. Taught me all about sports.
Middle Brother: Also my elder, but by not quite as much as EB. He works for our provincial government, doing neat things with disaster preparedness planning. He beat up the boys who were mean to me in elementary school.
Paternal Unit: My dad, who is a professional storyteller in another province far away.
And of course, there are others...
WH: WonderHubby, the man of my dreams, my best friend and co-conspirator. A professional choral conductor. He got me hooked on golf.
Baby Bird: Our totally nifty baby girl.
Mama Cat: A jet-black, three year-old Bombay Siamese beastie who takes up almost all of my side of the bed, and demonstrates intense neediness frequently. Likes to have her ears scratched.
Baby Cat: Her daughter, a more traditional Siamese-coloured cat, now almost two years old. Purrs like a locomotive, sheds all over everything, takes up the rest of my side of the bed.
Maternal Unit: My mum, an Anglican priest here in Prairie City. Smart, funny and brave.
Eldest Brother: My biggest brother, an archaeologist, and an all-around nifty fellow. Taught me all about sports.
Middle Brother: Also my elder, but by not quite as much as EB. He works for our provincial government, doing neat things with disaster preparedness planning. He beat up the boys who were mean to me in elementary school.
Paternal Unit: My dad, who is a professional storyteller in another province far away.
And of course, there are others...
|
|
Labels
- Life at Home (97)
- whowhatwhenwherewhy (55)
- View from the Audience (52)
- Choirs (48)
- Food (48)
- the world we live in (44)
- Laughs (41)
- Cats (36)
- Marital Bliss (34)
- Travels (28)
- Joy (25)
- Baseball (24)
- Miscellaneous (24)
- Celebrations (22)
- Christmas (19)
- Family (16)
- Grumpiness (16)
- Motherhood (15)
- Rest and Relaxation (14)
- Adventures (13)
- Church (12)
- Gratitude (12)
- Sports - Teh Ugly (10)
- Thinkin (10)
- Up and Down (7)
- Golf (6)
- Hockey (5)
- Communication (4)
- Next Stop - La Scala (4)
- Next Stop - the Olympics (4)
- those damn Yankees (4)
- Bathroom Renovation (3)
- One-Oh-Six (3)
- Books (2)
- In the garden (2)
- Prayer (2)
- Crafty (1)
- Moi=Stoopid (1)
- Podcast Reviews (1)
- The Combatives Room (1)
Blog Archive
-
▼
2008
(226)
-
▼
December
(16)
- On the Cusp of 2009
- Christmas Review
- Well, here we are...
- Gingerbread House
- This 'n' That
- Friday Five: To Do!
- The Ugly, Horrible, Nasty Truth
- A Christmas Story
- All We Like Sheep...
- A Christmas Meme
- Status Update
- Trader Tuesday: Steamed Artichoke
- The Tannenbaum Quandry
- More from Funny Felines
- Trader Tuesday: Teriyaki Chicken Salad
- A Looooooooooong First Sunday
-
▼
December
(16)
4 comments:
Looks lovely (and delicious)!!
You entirely rock!
Have you noticed that such gingerbread houses develop stealthy-dachshund sized bites in them when left at home unattended?
Wow! That looks great!
Post a Comment