we are going through some major cosmetic difficulties at this time. Please stay with us.
Sincerely,
Dufi
28 April 2010
19 April 2010
Fingers
It is absolutely heavenly outside. I'm actually there now. Outside. The sun is soaking in to my sadly pale, and shaved too long ago legs. Mmmmmmm. I have really learned to be thankful for the cold, miserable winter months, because they make days like this so much better. Just think, if the weather was a perfect 74 degrees, with the most delectable amount of breeze everyday, I would not appreciate it, and would expect it. That would be stupid. I can now officially begin my quest for killer good ring tan lines. I figure that since I've married since last tanning season, this lifelong dream may actually be realized. I was never a diligent enough ring-bearer before to gain the coveted white wrings in the middle of a pleasently darkened finger.
15 April 2010
06 April 2010
Why?
I have shared these photographs with a few, close, kindred spirits. I feel their impact needs to be conveyed to a wider audience.
I turned in horror, trying to find the former peace of mind I had been enjoying, when I saw the final piece placed under the wheel of the car parked ahead of us.
I was shocked, horrified, and was forced to mourn for this poor, little, smiling, decapitated boy in his disassemblation and soiled liederhaussen.
I opened my car door, eager to enter Deseret Industries, and partake of all that awaited me there. This is what met my gaze, and stopped me in the middle of my thoughts concerning old lady dresses, and skinny suspenders.
I turned in horror, trying to find the former peace of mind I had been enjoying, when I saw the final piece placed under the wheel of the car parked ahead of us.
I was shocked, horrified, and was forced to mourn for this poor, little, smiling, decapitated boy in his disassemblation and soiled liederhaussen.
02 April 2010
I win.
I win the argument that all girls have about their dad being the best. Well, sorry. I won a long time ago. My daddy tops the cake of dads....that would have to be a HUGE cake.
These are the main men in my life. My dad (although the 13 year old is closing in) is the tallest and most strongest of all the men in my life.
He is the source of all weirdness, goofiness, and off the wall-ness that exists in my person. He would deny it when I wear my black glasses that have no lenses, but it all comes fr0m him.
He is the source of my skill for making paper people. This is his construction paper self portrait. See my feeble attempts to match him here and here.
Lets be honest. He is the funniest, kindest, biggest calf muscled, Irish jigging, riverdancing, fartfatnooging, bestedest dad ever.
These are the main men in my life. My dad (although the 13 year old is closing in) is the tallest and most strongest of all the men in my life.
He is the source of all weirdness, goofiness, and off the wall-ness that exists in my person. He would deny it when I wear my black glasses that have no lenses, but it all comes fr0m him.
He is the source of my skill for making paper people. This is his construction paper self portrait. See my feeble attempts to match him here and here.
Lets be honest. He is the funniest, kindest, biggest calf muscled, Irish jigging, riverdancing, fartfatnooging, bestedest dad ever.
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