Poco Loco

The Benefits of Unemployment

2011-06-02T14:45:00.000-07:00

After having stamped my foot down in a very Shirley Temple like fashion and said that the only way I was going to raise my fare to South America was by pure employment means, God did what parents like to do with rebellious children who refuse to eat their spinach; make a VERY PUBLIC example of who is boss. I guess it didn't help that ireland has a 14 % and growing unemployment rate at the moment and that I have still yet to hone my expertise of scamming the government for welfare... but I was forced by desperation, boredom and the threat of my family becoming obese due to my cooking to go out and do ..... OUTREACH, yes that word that to some of us is synonymous with hunger, humiliation and in ireland hundreds of Hurling clubs ( wiki link for hurling here for the uninformed ..... ) And yet despite the feet overworked from wearing heels, the continuous, " I'm sorry lads but like even though the queen and Mr. Obama were visiting, God bless them so... there is no money going around now so ! and other other hazards we face, its been good. The irish are the type that will give even though it means they will have to skip out on their trip to the pub or the parlor. Even the most of the Nos are followed with "fair play to ye lads, come back to me in a month and I will see what I can do." Doing the hard thing will make you cringe, make you want to crawl under the table and curse the day you were born... but it will also make you grow, meet people and get involved in situations you would have never otherwise done

Sushi virgin

2011-03-24T12:17:00.000-07:00

Dedicated to sekio...if she stumbles upon this and all those poor japanese people who are probably going through a sushi famine right now

If Jesus can do stunts with doves, then so can I

2011-03-05T09:45:00.000-08:00

Since the dove with the olive branch, dove landing on saviour head scenarios had already been taken, I had to opt for something different. No birds were harmed in the making of this photo. Wind and Mountain are actually wind and real mountain, ( we like to keep things natural here ).

Shot again

2011-02-14T11:05:00.000-08:00

I know for the past few years I've posted some sweet sentimental nonsense up here usually accompanied by a halfway sexual and ego boosting picture of myself, but this year I beg to differ. I suppose I've gotten shot this year but with the cynics arrow, and this year i'm not going to proclaim my love to you all which really was just a naive thing to do in the first place. Lets face it, love is loving someone through the good the bad and the ugly and being free with your " I love you"s will only make them less valuable. The free love campaign is over, and ego boosting pictures were not taken, confidence is going to have to come from another source this year.

A buggered back equals a buggered ballerina

2011-02-08T03:51:00.000-08:00

Yes it happened, either something to do with a slipped disk or I've been way too enthusiastic in my karma sutra regime , my lower back is a ball of nerves paying me back for years of abuse, most self induced. The timing is ironically perfect as to add insult to injury ( yes quite literally ) yesterday I gave my back the 2 finger salute and braved ballet class only to find a new Russian Prima Ballerina had joined with arabesques, I kid you not, somewhere around this height

"Those bloody Russians, is there anything that they're not good at, other than speaking English properly!" I murmured to myself, keeping my own leg no higher 45 degrees (any more was equivalent to someone tying me to a chair, supergluing headphones on and playing a WHOLE Adam Lambert album, torture ) .......and things went downhill from there.

Last night I spent sleepless and repenting of all those souls ( and their have been many ) I have criticized for using their bad backs as an excuse to get out of dinner dishes. Things were made no better by my granny posture this morning and someone telling everyone how I said " easy does it" when trying to roll over in the night. Apparently our charity visits to nursing home are no longer required, people come and see me instead.

Alas.... a buggered back equals a buggered ballerina, I have been banned from ballet and exercise for the next two weeks and been told to take things, very, very slow, hard when my craving for coffee this morning was fulfilled. I'll keep you updated on whether a wheelchair is purchased this week or not

Be Nice, pucker up !

2011-01-21T07:51:00.001-08:00

The amount of friends or people who declare love and adoration for another seems to be directly proportional to how much ass that "other" can kiss. Some people seem to be able to stand, nay enjoy kissing row upon row of rears, but other just haven't found that " acquired taste" and hope never to, I guess its like marmite, you either love it or hate it. However, the question must be asked, if these pushovers stopped agreeing with your every point, told you yes you did look fat in that dress, and no it IS your fault for continuing your love affair with butter, not the manufacture's size misprint, ceased to spam various facebooks with comments that are not real reflection of what they think but an attempt to keep in your good books........if, this all stopped would their fans still be star struck ? Unfortunately I must confessed , I like my ass kissed a good deal, I think we all do, its human nature to want to feel loved and accepted, but....... is it good for us ? Despite spreading a lot of proverbial germs, it does nothing but make us soft, squishy and saggy, not the type of ass you'd want to see when crunch time comes and those speedos of real life need to be donned. Am I attempting to instigate a rudeness revolution where we all throw curses at each other rather than complements? No! I'm trying to annihilate one. Rows of adults with their pants around their ankles waiting like some scene from Disney to be kissed is what I consider rude. How about we try pulling up our pants and see if we can get along without a daily need for lip service

Christmas day and new years

2011-01-03T12:50:00.000-08:00

A few photos of christmas dinner and our rock and roll new years party. My commitments for the new year include traveling, learning a new language, and not cheating on my blog with facebook, I'll let you know how many of these actually come to fruition.

Shows 3 and 4

2010-12-16T11:42:00.001-08:00

Our third show was for a large company here in Saint Soupplets, and one that I'd rather not harp on for the simple embarrassing fact that I, ....... fell off stage. Thankfully it was only a 3 foot fall and in my defense it was during a song where we had to look to the ceiling whilst waltzing forwards. Nevertheless I am now nursing a rather bruised ego and a even more bruised right foot which took the brunt of my fall. The next day we had another show so chinese style, my foot was bound to stop the blood rush rather than foot growth and off we went to Centre Parcs where we cajoled men from the Squash Courts to come and watch a bunch of dancing, singing Mother Christmas... but that in itself is a whole other story

You see the far too happy smiles on everyone's faces? this picture was taken right after my fall

NATO show

2010-12-09T06:48:00.000-08:00

Saturday morning dawned but there was no rest for the wicked. The 10 members of the show troupe were up at 6 eating breakfast and running around trying to find that last missing ballet shoe. We were off to brussels for intense security checks and a performance at the NATO headquarters. They found a bomb dating from the second world war whilst we were there so there was a controlled explosion. Here are 2 pictures for your amusement

A Rare Mongolian Rabbit

2010-11-28T04:15:00.000-08:00

Someone gave me a copy of "Chocolate for a Mother's Heart" recently ( kind of a sweeter version of chicken soup for the soul ). Why and what would inspire someone to give me a book like this is beyond me, all that rubbish about cancers being the motherly type I believe is a fabrication to help to ease into our motherhood role when it finally comes around ( and it does happen to almost everyone, whether chosen or accidental ). Anyways I did read it and found this story, I know alot of people who have a "rare mongolian rabbit" right now, and I though this might lift some spirits...

THE RARE MONGOLIAN RABBIT” story by Maureen Nunn from the book Chocolate For A Mother’s Heart

Perhaps the frequency with which it so often happens nowadays should have lessened the pain; misery does love company; after all. But hearing that my husband's job would be "phased out" was unforgettable and shocking.

John, my husband of ten years, expressed his concern over this nightmare occurrence. He assured me that he would do everything possible to get a job to provide for our family. With three children under the age of five and one due very shortly, we relied on his income entirely.

"Life goes on," John said, more outwardly upbeat than I over the situation. "We have our health, and after all, it's only a job. Besides, the company will continue paying me for three more months. I'll surely have a new job by then. Just relax and don't worry:"

With his excellent university and professional credentials, I figured he must be right. He was a former Olympic athlete and knew about taking on a challenge. His father died when John was young, so he took on the responsibility of keeping his mother, sister, and brother together. My husband knew how to work hard and smart. But as the months passed and no job possibilities materialized for him, I grew more and more fearful and less "faith-abiding." What if he couldn't find a job? Under other circumstances I could have returned to classroom teaching, but our fourth child was due in less than three months.

With little money in our savings account, the mortgage payment two months behind, and no possible income from any other source, I whittled away at our daily-living budget.

Eventually our food budget became almost nonexistent. One day while in the supermarket with my children, I noticed a young box boy packing overly ripe fruit and outdated food into cardboard boxes. Hesitantly, I inquired about the destination of the food. "We sell it real cheap, and whatever isn't sold is thrown away," he said. I eyed the aging carrots, celery, and tomatoes. Food we could use for weeks. What, I wondered, is the proper etiquette for begging for food for one's children?

"We have a rare Mongolian rabbit!” I heard myself blurt out, glancing at my three hungry children. "I'd' be interested in purchasing the food for the rabbit."

He replied easily, "Since it's just a rabbit, there won't be any charge."

That day he loaded five boxes of produce into my car. We talked while he worked, me sharing information about my soon-to-be-expanding family and him talking about his. His name was Jeff. I learned he came from a family of five where finances were tight. This job helped pay for his college education.

Weeks went by, and Jeff began packing the boxes with outdated or damaged items - peanut butter, soup, and cheese - that were otherwise still good but would be thrown away. "Surely a rare rabbit would eat all these items," he said, explaining their inclusion. As the weeks turned into months, we discovered, hidden under the produce, laundry detergent, milk, juice, butter. . . the list goes on and on. Jeff started phoning me every time he had a box of "rabbit food" ready. Now and then, he brought the boxes to our home. He never inquired after the rabbit, content instead to leave its food and be on his way.

When our fourth daughter was born, my elation was tinged with worry about our financial future. "0 Lord, please," I begged. "You promised you would never give us more than we can handle. What do you want us to do? Help!"

My husband slipped into the hospital room and said, "I have good news and sad news. The good news is that this morning I've been offered a very exciting job." I closed my eyes and thanked God for his many blessings. "The sad news," he continued, "is that the rare Mongolian rabbit is gone."

It turned out Jeff no longer worked at the supermarket. While I'd been busy with the birth of our new baby, he had moved, the manager said, and left no forwarding address.

Over the next ten years I made good on my silent promise to repay the kindness of all who had helped us throughout that difficult time. But my thanks were incomplete. Then one day, a decade later, there was Jeff standing in the store's office. I noticed the title MANAGER on his name badge.

How does one adequately thank the person who offers assistance without compromising your pride, extends a hand without sapping your strength, and believes in the rare Mongolian rabbits hiding somewhere in each of our lives? I'm not surprised Jeff's risen up the ranks. He has a rare gift. He knew how to listen loudly to my special plea.

"Mrs. Nunn!" he exclaimed, I think of you and your family often. How is the rabbit?" he inquired softly.

Taking Jeff's hands into mine, I whispered with a wink, "Thanks for asking. The rabbit moved on long ago, and we couldn't be better."

Autumn through a Nikon D 60

2010-11-07T10:04:00.000-08:00

When the sun comes out in ireland or more fittingly put, when the rain stops re-rinsing your laundry, you better grab the opportunity to do whatever it is normal, sunny people get to do. This is why my little sister found me shaking her from a late-night poetry writing induced sleep at 9 in the morning on her free day, (apparently a crime punishable by long sullen silences if done to teenagers ). "Wake up" I squeal at 95 decibels ( also another morning crime ) " the sun is shining, the clouds aren't raining and we are not going to miss this chance to turn me into America's next top model and you into America's next top fashion photographer (Disclaimer: I did not actually say this but it sounded conceited which apparently fits just perfectly into the image some people like to have of me so I'll leave it in there for their sakes ... enjoy ). Moving on ... it does bother me that I'm usually the one in front of the lens instead of the one behind it, but since my sisters are not on God's most yielded list, combined with the fact that there IQ level of how to use our Nikon is far higher than mine .... things usually ends up like this..........

( p.s. as with all good Angus photos (Amber excluded ), none of these are photoshopped except to add a border. The concepts were joint, between Noelle and I. Credits to her for the photography, Mom for her Isa Dora make up kit, and God for coming up with the genious idea of autumn )

Dance, in le france

2010-10-26T12:38:00.000-07:00

Here are a couple bloopers of our dance practice. We filmed mainly to see placements and mistakes we make, more to come. Things are going well and besides a bruised bottom, the dancing has been doing its job of keeping the french cheese from making the aforementioned body part, any bigger.

Summer and Tides

2010-09-23T11:08:00.000-07:00

I've neglected yet again... but its taken me this long to get over the PSMing heterosexual blonde at border control into Ukraine, who despite my best attempts at learning "please", "thank you" and " those gold teeth are so you" in Russian, refused to let that beetroot painted frownn upside down. Summer here has in true Irish fashion turned into a European monsoon, except for one weekend, in late august, where instead of getting wet by the rain, we chose to go surfing and and fishing, just to see if we were missing out on anything by choosing the freshwater showers.

see that fish, thats my first catch fish

The Alhambra and Venice

2010-07-19T11:53:00.000-07:00

I'd love to go into detail about these two wonders of the world but word would fail me and my typing attention span isn't that long. It's suffice to say that these two places should be on everyone's bucket list. Thanks to Desi and Manu who came with us to the Alhambra and Juan + his adorable kids who took me around Venice

Picture Perfect or Picture Perverted

2010-05-25T12:39:00.000-07:00

I'v starting to wonder recently what really makes a good photographer, because to be honest, these days what you think is a good photo can lie to you almost as well as a 2 ft long nose owning Pinocchio. You wonder what I mean by this? First of all lets get down to the core of the matter which is a good portion of the population getting a sudden urge to pick up a camera and play paparazzi, either with humans or nature ( I'm not complaining here as there have been some excellent shots from people's learning evolution. ) There has however, a been an unnaturally large surge in people buying cameras, quoting focal numbers and calling themselves " artists". So what does make a good photo? In years gone by it was good composition, a comprehensive understanding of how your camera works and some knowledge of the workings of light and optics. That, however is no longer a pre-requesit of a decent looking photo, as it has been replaced by that dreaded yet fateful crutch .... PHOTOSHOP , or for the more sophisticated of you Adobe Lightroom. Goodness how the masterminds have grown ! Once something preserved for teenagers who had sugar addictions and wanted to cover up the ensuing evidence on their skin, or Britney Spears' chronic cellulite, has now seem to become the natural process every photo goes through before being published. Lighting changes, over exposure or underexposure corrected, glows, shines, darkness, light effects, colour enhancements, and yes, the acne fix for those of us who are now ruining our liver etc. The list is endless, you name it and enough hours sat in front of your computer with photoshop as your loving guide will fix it. Some incredible pictures have come out of this process; unfortunately this leaves us with a dilemma. When a stunning photograph is view the question must be asked " did you really take this photo?" or was it just you, your photo, and photoshop in a steamy, colourful five hour threesome that produced this masterpiece. I'll leave you with the closest thing I can find to an example of what I mean, kindly donated by my sister amber, quite the mastermind with photoshop, but thankfully for other's badly taken pictures and not her own

Disclaimer: I do myself own a copy of Photoshop CS3 but my level of using competence is still at the teenaged skin problem stage. I also do own or co-own a Nikon D60 and enjoy experimenting, but do not profess any knowledge of how to use it professionally, only rediscovering a week ago that aperture and shutter speed are somewhat proportional to one another

sunshine, sleeping bags, and soccer

2010-05-02T08:17:00.000-07:00

After four months of a self inflicted fellowship fast it was time to get all 12 members of the other home over here for 2 days of mass united get out ( with couples split and put on opposite teams, just to make things that bit more..... interesting :D ) and kilos of pasta to keep us from possibly losing any weight from the pre mentioned activities. photographic evidence follows

2010-04-28T06:16:00.000-07:00

I strongly dislike it when

. people who you know gossiped, maligned, and insulted you years ago now all of a sudden want to be your friends and make up because it is in their social interest

. people play at home politics

. people don't live up to their full potential because hard work scares them

. the ones with trustworthy faces turn out to be chronic liars

. people play the popularity ladder ( one hopes they fall and break their face sooner rather than later )

. people engage in conversation only when personal interest is involved

Emotions, a woman's own femme fatale

2010-03-24T06:44:00.000-07:00

It's such a shameful irony that the thing that defines us as womenkind, also can be traced as the cause of most of our downfalls. Why is it that we insist time and time again on subjecting ourselves to the thing we know will only cause us pain and embarrassment in the end. Yes I am talking about our emotions, that raging torrent of a tsunami that washes over any clear thinking we may have possessed previously. The most shocking fact is that we willingly subject ourselves to this natural disaster on a daily basis comforting ourselves with the oh so cliche phrase " it shows im a human and have a heart." Then we sit back and wonder why our male counterparts sometime are really quite clueless to our "eccentric behavior" and come to the conclusion that these aliens from Venus really aren't to be taken seriously. Unfortunately this is still a man's world and until we start acting a bit more like the predictable creatures men are, we will never succeed far in the business world. For who would want to work with something so unpredictable when in this line of work your job life is dependent on the ability to predict your customers, trends in the market and employees. Goodness this sounds like its turned into another self-help lecture aimed at the author.

Marmite and then some

2010-03-20T13:38:00.000-07:00

Taking the love of marmite toast to a whole new level, which in this case is only a pleasure. I saw this ad whilst out and had to share it hoping to win some new converts..... ladies :D

All creatures great and small

2010-03-15T11:55:00.000-07:00

For all those of you who might believe I think of animals ( the real ones that God made, not that person who voted against your point last home council ) as only a financial nuisance, here is to prove otherwise. Arguably though, none of these "little creatures" actually belong to me.....

Shooting with a purpose

2010-02-13T13:57:00.000-08:00

Because violence and love can be combined in complementary amounts . Hoping you all get mortally wounded this year xxxxxx

Snow Surfing

2010-01-24T07:51:00.001-08:00

A concept that only the most senior of Angus' could come up with in such harsh weather conditions. Ireland had a week of a mini ice-age, ( I'm supposing God is trying to prepare us for when he calls us to be the first missionaries to the penguins in Antarctica ). Anyways surfing was definitely off limits for all those wanting to keep their extremities frostbite-free. So Mr. Steve,determined not to let this deter our extreme sport outings, takes us snow surfing........ see for yourself

New Years

2010-01-03T10:08:00.000-08:00

The Dublin home invited us to go clubbing with them on the 30th as a bit of a warm up to New Years Eve. No photos of that event or any that were taken were probably just as swiftly deleted so that our FD status could be retained. On the 31st we decided that paying 5 euros to get into a club and attempt to side step to techno, whilst reminding testosterone filled young men to keep their hand to themselves, was a bit of an excess expense. House parties combined with your sister's birthday, as you will see, can be quite fun.

Shows nine and ten

2009-12-28T03:31:00.000-08:00

Shows nine and ten were for the Paris branch of Centre Parcs . They charged 15 euros for the adults and 7 for the kids to attend the shows. People were amazed and since it was one of those stages where there was a stage elevated and a dance floor below, we could really make contact with the audience and see the delight on their faces. The only problem was me having a bad case of nausea during the first show which was likely connected to a large consumption of oysters the night before. Half way through the show I came back stage, dramatically fell on my hand and knees and proceeded to huff and puff like a women in labor, then burst into tears. It was one of those points when you don't know exactly what your crying about but i think it had something to do with the fact that i knew i was performing badly and there was nothing i could do about it. To add insult to my injury the boys seem to pick this particular moment to leave their sound/technical/camera ministries and come backstage and witness my humiliation. Nevertheless everyone showed great concern and after they suggested I sit out the rest of the show, my defiant spirit took over and great speeches started to replay in my mind about, the show must go on, its not over till its over, etc etc. So I made it through the rest of the show and at the end promptly went to the bathroom with a large bottle of water and a determined index finger, ready to discover my bulimic tendencies for the sake of the second show which was due to start in half and hour. The second show went well, one of my best performances. The girls said i smiled so big because i was so relieved to have a empty stomach. The first show had an attendance of 248 and the second of 180

Because it's Christmas

2009-12-23T11:52:00.000-08:00

A tear froze, fallen from his eye

The tear shed, not mine nor thine

To the king of the manger cradle it belonged

The king who heavenly choir exalts in song

The purpose of his tear wasn't without reason

Every year, christmas brought near

The birthday stolen, the "X-mas" treason

To wipe away the sorrow we brought

To bring his grievance score to naught

Give him your all, your love in return

Sever him with passion, a fire that burns

shows six and seven

2009-12-21T15:41:00.000-08:00

Show six was for six-hundred people inside a huge ten ( think the miami tabernacle ). We repented of praying for our white christmas after the temperatures dropped to minus two in the daytime, which meant it was somewhere near 4 degrees inside the tent. Its the oddest feeling to have your face burning with sweat and your toes still numb with cold. A Romans 8:28 though ( gosh im getting good at this ) was that pointe work couldn't be felt at all, big smiles through the ballet. Three hours after the first show ended we were supposed to be on stage performing again, so rush, pack and on to the theater which thankfully, was of more humane temperatures. I would like to apologize for any strange faces you may come across in this photo collection, apparently a smile doesn't always hide what your neurotransmitters are trying to relay

shows four and five

2009-12-18T11:04:00.000-08:00

Shows four and five were in a theater that seated 160 people. At 12:30 on a Wednesday morning we started a dress rehearsal in the theater, stopped at 1:30 and started the show at 2:00. 3:30 the show ended which gave us half an hour to re-powder our noses and try to cool off before our second performance started at 4:00. Muscles have never cried out so much for relief, and it has been proven possible that your muscles get to a point where they just won't obey ( for all you who will use this as an excuse to wet the bed, bladder muscles don't count). Our cheeks were frozen into a permanent plastic barbie smile, so i've been allowing myself some serious frowning to equal out the equation. Here is the poster advertising our show. ( helpful translation hint: invest in a french dictionary )

Show 3

2009-12-13T04:16:00.000-08:00

The third show was for a Center Parcs here in France. I would herby officially like to denounce GPS systems as ever being a modern improvement on the AA map book. Any half sane human would naturally rebel against a white Nokia telling you IN FRENCH! ( a warning in itself) to turn left and take that meter wide dirt tract with the sign " 3308.80 km to Timbuktu". But no, caution and common sense, which apparently wasn't so common was thrown to the sugar beet fields and we obeyed and followed. Every now and then we would pass another gasoline depleted car, all sad victims to their GPSs. Their owners lost in the surrounding woods, scavenging for chestnuts and if God granted them the gift of survival, a car charger. Nevertheless we made it there and back in one physical ( note the absence of the word "mental" ) piece

Show 2

2009-12-07T13:18:00.000-08:00

Sunday afternoon we performed for all the motorbike police of Paris. The day before, we found out that they only wanted a half hour show. So Michael was locked in the basement for 3 hours with a computer, the original sound tract, and our sincere prayers whilst we girls went out and did what any good estrogen owning creatures would do in such a stressful situation, shopping! As it turned out they had their own light and sound technicians there, not such a romans 8:28 as they free show every costume change.

Show 1

2009-12-03T00:49:00.000-08:00

We just performed our first show yesterday afternoon. Despite the group nausea we all partook of five minutes before the opening song, the show ran rather smoothly. The only problems encountered was me getting severe and sudden cases of dance dyslexia (doing all the right motions but just the wrong way around )through half the song, and the stage lights having a mind of their own to turn themselves off whenever they felt like it. There is however, a romans 8:28 as the lights tended to dim as soon as a spasm of dance dyslexia would take over, thus hiding my mistakes and letting me keep what is left of my dignity. So I will be working on my dancing, and Michael will be working on disciplining the lights so that by the time our next show rolls around on sunday, we will both be in somewhat working order.

unity day + a french connection

2009-11-04T13:27:00.000-08:00

As usual the duties of a non cyber life have kept me from posting for a rude period of time. Nevertheless I am back with full force and a large backlog of photos. The organization of a unity day and 12 days of dance practice/choreographing in France have occupied my time but also supplied me with photos to post ... enjoy

Ballet/ a disguised form of vanity

Warming up before practice

Paris

The Can Can

football fights

potato spoon races ( very irish )

tug of war

Angielina..... here we go again

2009-10-05T10:15:00.000-07:00

As per tradition I must do a birthday post for her since she so sweetly did one for me. It would be unoriginal to write a whole bunch of sweet and loving nothings about her so instead I'll write about activities that bonded us.
I loved watching Cranford with you and gorging on our 1 Euro ice cream. I loved our 2 hour long walks into the Spanish countryside taking turns pushing that squeaky buggy and talking about the meaning of life. I loved having you in our room with your destructive kamikaze and helping you hobble from place to place. I loved writing that poem for your birthday even if you were as miserable as sin on the day, refusing to be cheered up by our pizza, beer, and Danny Kay. All in all I miss those good times and I miss you. Have yourself a groovy day Rachel xxxxx

An Educated Fool

2009-09-17T12:42:00.000-07:00

Since completing most of my school and just occupying myself with some electives, I've begun to wonder; what has 12 years of education actually done for me. Please don't mistake my inquisitive intentions. I am beyond grateful for the opportunity of higher education that has been granted me, a privilege many other SGAs had to once forgo. Nevertheless, it does seem that a good portion of the latter years are directed at making you nothing more than a cynical old maid, which may explain my behavior of late. When conversing with people, no longer can I enjoy normal friendly conversation as my brain automatically starts diagramming their sentences. Wrong pronunciations (i.e. American) or wrong grammar seems to start an uncontrollable reflex starting in my shoulder, traveling down to my hand and ending on their cheek. I reminisce on the days when children were seen as curly balls of love and fun. Now blinking red lights flash "financial liability" when one comes running to give me a hug in the morning ( a rarity ). Food has even lost some of its pleasure when mid mouth long chains of symbols and numbers representing cardiac arrest or cancer within the next 20 years rises with the sweet smell of chips and cheesecake. Believe me, numerous signals of complaint have been sent to my temporal and parietal lobes, but to no avail. The only response given me is the continual tune of " They gave them their request but sent leanness unto their souls" floating around in my sub conscience. I take this as either a sign from God, or my brain having a black sense of humour. The famous phrase "ignorance is true bliss" seems rather applicable here.

Disclaimer: This paragraph was written purely for self amusement and as a warm up for a 5000 word research paper coming up. The basis on which it was written has actually very little factual evidence

road trips, salsa night, birthday

2009-08-27T11:12:00.000-07:00

Being away on a road trip for four days of consecutive rain is not a good excuse for ignoring your blog for a month. But combine that with school, major home improvements, home manager duties, celebrating 19 years closer to the grave, and a temporary kitchen deacon position, and I almost have enough evidence to plead the case " guilty, but through no fault of her own."

Our hopeful Link front cover

As we found

out Caleb had

some non-FD

habits

Don Juan and

Don Juanita

80's music

2009-07-02T11:06:00.000-07:00

Recently I've been rediscovering my love for 80's music. Actually, it's not so much the music I'm in love with, as much as the drum beats.

A musician reasoned that this love was due to the fact that they(the drumbeats) were reliable and as a cancer that appealed to me , but I beg to differ. I think it's the sheer power of the rhythm they produce in a song, a refusal to take a back seat and blend into oblivion musically. All that to say, pray for the sanity of my room mates as any love they once possessed for Bonnie Tyler is currently turning to sever distain every time" total eclipse of the heart " awakens us to the rain of a new day. Suffice to say, a platinum bleach and a perm are starting to look a little more appealing to me :p

Lord help the Mister who comes between me and my sister

2009-06-09T05:57:00.000-07:00

Apparently Sara and I are starting to looking more similar these days than the twin sisters everyone thought Amber and I once were. The fact that Amber is not a midget anymore (a.k.a three inches taller than me), has normal sized breasts, and boy short blonde hair is now making everyone believe that she is my older sister, or in some cases, my mother ( anti-wrinkle cream was bought after that comment ). So here is a picture of Sara and Me..... to let you decide for yourselves

Everything skit

2009-05-25T13:39:00.000-07:00

We did the "Everything" Mime this Saturday in Galway, which was hosting the Volvo Ocean Races. Phoenix home member, please try not to be jealous if our costumes and face-painting are better than yours, (j.k. thanks for the inspiration ).

Death

The witnessing afterwards

and this one is dedicated to Michael ( p.s. I know your conscience is still heavy with the weight of that unsent CD )

Emo Lover Boy

The Drunks (a.k.a reenacting our new years )

another soul searching post

2009-05-09T11:51:00.000-07:00

I've started to realize that every time I ignore my blog for long periods of time I return with some sort of soul searching post, possibly because my absence is due to the fact that I have nothing of interest to talk about. Therefore I substitute lack of pictures for long paragraphs, so here goes....... The Difference Between Hot and Beautiful.

Beautiful lasts a lifetime, Hot lasts till your thirties and the expiry date on your lip liner.

Beautiful is the way a woman walks , Hot is the length of the heels she is wearing.

Beautiful is that outstanding personality, Hot is that outstandingly short dress ( for all of you at our last party who are about to point a finger I know on this one I'm "guilty as accused" )

Beautiful is nice to everyone, Hot is just nice to look at

Beautiful you can talk to intelligently, Hot can't find anything intelligent to say

so enough of life lessons with auntie Rachel. Hopefully I will have my first surfing trip of the season tomorrow and therefore pictures for this blog ( and the revised "extreme sports" tract )

Memories ( in case my hard drive crashes )

2009-03-31T23:55:00.000-07:00

Long sentimental post about Spain goes here.................................. but since words fail me, pictures will have to suffice. I wanted to post a picture of each of my home members but since it would take me over a year to draw up the sufficient insurance papers to protect me from severe bodily harm, the Spanish country-side and I will be all your getting

I wasn't going to post this one but then my sister described it as a

"where is my life going" face (I couldn't stop laughing)

So long, Farewell Kamikazes

2009-03-06T17:03:00.000-08:00

(Sings) Ain't no sunshine when they're gone, there's no noise when Aiesha is away

the state of the weather in our backyard these days

macho feminist

2009-03-02T15:28:00.000-08:00

Since becoming a faithful member of the new fanatical religious movement, "Broke" sweeping our home and the family at large, coming up with birthday presents has become a more tedious tasks as to buy something would be going against one's new found belief. Knowing that Paloma wouldn't take to my sense of humor in poetry as well as Angie did, I got out my sewing kit and tried to rediscover (or just discover) my feminine side to see what could be done about this situation.

Ingredients:

ribbon
lace shirt
broken Bling Bling belt piece
glue gun
one big overdose of patience ======

so after feeling like a highly accomplished barbie in the making, something had to be done to cleanse myself of this womanly spirit. God was definitely with me on this one and had given the Oc girls a larger than usual hair-loss season to block the sink perfectly in time. Also the testosterone levels of all the males seemed to be drastically down and none had the burden to do the squeamish. I cannot tell you how my chest now swells with pride everytime I see that gleamingly clean sink and know whose little hands were the only ones small enough to wield that screwdriver and remove that "............." out of the sink. I would post a picture but I want you to keep your food down today

my once a year corny post

2009-02-14T09:35:00.001-08:00

(To prove to a certain individual that I have a heart and to save my integrity at our next football game.) I hope you all have someone other than me who loves you today; but if not, to me, you all make life sweeter

credits to Angie and her D40

Original Sin

2009-01-31T13:51:00.000-08:00

Genesis of computers 3:6-7

And when Rachel saw the apple was good for her image, and it was pleasant to the eye, and a laptop to be desired to make one wise, she took of it thereof and did partake of it and gave it also unto her siblings and home members and they did partake.

And the eyes of them all were opened, and they were as gods, knowing the difference between good and evil computers, yea between Apples and Acers.

and so she joined the cult of Original Sin ( and Angie was pleased ).

It's a hard knock life

2009-01-20T13:03:00.000-08:00

It's been three weeks of cold stone floors and chemistry. No I'm not in boarding school, I'm back in Spain biding my time with Dalton's law of partial pressures and dreaming of the glory days when pointes and pirroettes were the only things on my mind.

Our show troop minus Michael and Oli, the real stars of the show :p

I wanted to include one of those "motion" shots where we're all out of time

we could be straight out of the Kirov right :D

(Sings and harmonizes)! five golden rings!

Motorcycle diaries

2009-01-05T06:05:00.000-08:00

Christmas is over which gives me time to feed you a steady stream of pictures from our shows. These ones are from the first show we did for the motorcycle police force of Paris

the rape of random

2008-12-03T10:54:00.000-08:00

It's a subject that must be broached even though it pains me to have to admit I know people guilty of this crime. Remember how random used to be used to mean accidental, arbitrary, unsystematic ect? No more as now it has been sucked dry of any and all dignity possessed beforehand and has become the new favorite filler word for half the world's Jett population. Strange sentences that only these hormonally overloaded minds could conjecture like " I'm in love with the blue monkey and my toenails" is now being excused with "oh I'm just so random" Unfortunately their ever faithful 12 Oc disciples are quick to take up the torch and pronounce there idol as "cool", "awesome", and "like totally crazy" which brings me to another point. Remember when crazy signified the drooling, cross-eyed children you had to share the lord's love with every Christmas? Not anymore ! Now people happily announce there mental retardation openly online to all, which can only leave me with the thought that declaring you're crazy is a slightly less self obsessed way of saying "I'm trying to be original" (which by the way, just makes you like everyone else)

Let her eat cakes

2008-11-07T10:47:00.000-08:00

It's been awhile, but then again, you can't blog if you have nothing to talk about, However the Lord has made a way of escape and I'm going to France for Christmas. For two months I expect severe brainwashing in the ways of hot chocolate and the metric system. I will try my best to keep an international outlook on things but pray for me to keep the faith and don't be altogether surprised if I come back with breakfast habits like this.

An emo post

2008-10-07T11:46:00.000-07:00

I was musing the other day on how much time, money, and self obsession it takes to be an emo. Have you ever seen a poor emo? NO! because it takes 40 euros every time you want to buy that new green day or tokio hotel shirt and it takes an even greater expense in time thinking all about yourself and your trival problems for hours on end. Its not often you see a working class person from a third world contry wearing eyeliner down to their nose and sulking in a corner. Why? Because they know that as bad off as they have it, there is always someone who has it worse and they're too busy working to help keep their family alive and succeed in life. So maybe the next time an emo starts to feel sorry for herself/himself because they haven't met Bill Kaulitz, Billie Joe Armstrong, or whatever other billy bumfuckers there are out there: they should stop to think what are they doing to make the world a better place other than making the above artists millionaries and sending the eyeliner market on an all-time soar

Xd weapon of brotherhood

2008-09-21T09:09:00.000-07:00

Our home takes everything to the extreme, even the weapon of brotherhood. Angie had been noticing I was having a hard time relating to the fully functional members of our home by not having things to complain about like communal JJts, diapers, kitchen prep, giving kids spankings etc. So Angie, being the disciple she is she decided something must be done about this cruel seclusion, hence the breaking of her foot. Now we bond over itches, jelly muscles, the inability of our casts to commit for more than 6 weeks, and how we complete each other's eating abilities.

oh and getting sloshed has become far more hazardous

editors note: for the truthful version of this story please refer to www.angie-lina.blogspot.com

24/7

2008-09-04T09:34:00.000-07:00

24/7 has become the new motto for the Fontanars Fiesta. Four consecutive days of parties till 6 in the morning wasn't enough for us and we decided to outdo the natives with our own housewarming party for all the brethren in Spain. After many promises of mountains of brownies ( which turned out more like chocolate cake thanks to Gabi's Spanish cooking skills ), about half the brethren came to eat our undercooked chicken and (once properly drunk enough) groove out to "Lady in Red".

a ride on the wild side

queen of the moors

right before the gagging and choking started

our alcoholics anonymous club

integrating with the natives

She had it coming

2008-08-13T04:34:00.000-07:00

Well after a month of complaining to God about how utterly uninteresting life had become since moving to "Poco Loco"( the affectionate, pet name given to our thriving, metropolitan, commercial, centre ) something finally happened. As God often does with long, crooked nosed, stubborn mumurers he gave them their request but not the form they wanted it in. Well I broke my arm and have repented of my murmuring since all activities that were being participated in before this point have come to a standstill and I have resigned to reading science books on a mass scale and going on long evening walks with the kids to develop my shepherding skills and to keep mind and left arm occupied. I must run now but I'm having an operation tomorrow to put pins in my arm so please pray for the doctor as he informed me that I would be his guinea pig since this is the first time he is performing this type of operation.

P.S. Children ( and midlife crisis daredevils ) do as your parents or your wife tells you to and wear head/body gear when rollerblading. A helmet and arm pads are far less painful to your pride then a broken bone is to your body.

Hitler will be missed

2008-07-12T12:56:00.000-07:00

A sad, sorry day it was when we waved goodbye to Melody and her sometimes self-inflicted mustache; but not without a single and final memorial to her eccentric self. Welcome to " Eccentric Night" where the only rules were "if Melody would wear it, then its legal."

Esma on a "spa tour" minus the hunky, brain-dead, Kronk

yes we were all shocked Jace had kept those corduroys since 1995

They believed they could fly

2008-06-21T07:41:00.000-07:00

"Dying with dignity" is not a phrase know to Spanish chickens. Since the poor dears aren't alive and squawking anymore and therefore can't protest theirs rights , I thought I'd give them a little helping hand to insure that Spain imports some more Romanian workers to make them a little more presentable for our Sunday roast.

( disclaimer: this is the result of not leaving a pocoloco village for four weeks running. If this post in anyway upset you either report me to the RSPCA, or buy me a plane ticket)

Since I've been gone

2008-06-05T14:17:00.000-07:00

I've been a prodigal son and deserted my blog for the riches of the real world. In family lingo that translates as "fund raising and traveling across Europe in a caravan overloaded with surfing equipment". I don't have time to go into the details of how we survived mentally and hygienically for 3 days in a car with a constant intake of red bull, coffee and a continuous output of undignified language aimed at the French road system. Let the pictures tell the story of my last 6 weeks of frivolous living ( ahem I wish)

first of all a spot of modeling (i.e. having your hair being made to look like a bunch of pubes by a hairdresser who thinks its all "gorgeous darling".)

had a touching family reunion

took on the man's role for nina's sake

made sarah's cake and blew out her candle

took loving, post-shepherding photos with emily ( only certain people will get this)

stayed with the frenchies and partook of their cheese

and feasted on vast amounts of junk food( hence the overjoyed preschooler face)

Groovy Baby!

2008-04-01T12:09:00.000-07:00

Remember the bell bottoms, the gold medallions, the hairy chest, the inappropriately long sideburns ? Or like some people do you hope to forget? Whether you loved them or hated them you have to admit the 70's were a wild time and the perfect theme for our next home activity.

" It's Raining Men"

Nina looking authentically 70's and Rachel looking like some sort of cross between a drag queen and a 70's slut

Groovy Baby! the original Austin Powers

some 70's square dancing

Sara showing the blonde how its done

St. Paddy's day

2008-03-18T13:23:00.000-07:00

Symbolised as a day to get drunk and sings songs about killing the English, this year limerick (Ireland's third largest city) was crashed by seven family members waving pumps, latex, paints and promising to make everyone look festive, or stupid. After a parade of Irish army guys and a Massachusetts police squadron trying to be cultural and get back to their roots, we hit the pubs to witnesses to the drunks and harlots ( and sell them latex of course). At 8:00 when people couldn't stand anymore and our shamrocks started looking like green balloons, we called it a day and retired to the blessed comfort of beer and vinegar soaked chips.

Sarah's face was blotted out so I wouldn't be continually accused of posting bad pictures and our friendship would remain alive and vibrant

some very sweet, very blonde girls who insisted on having pink shamrocks

what happens when you mix Guinness and baileys

that desperate look you get whist waiting for your junk food

Satisfaction!

celebrate good times. February 18th

2008-03-06T10:54:00.000-08:00

Yet again I have put off blogging till 3 weeks later and I hear complaints rumbling about how I never update ect ect. Due to technical difficulties (i.e. a longstanding selfishness on the part of the people who downloaded the photos first), I was unable to post for a considerable sum of time , but finally here we are! So after 3 days of spiritual feasting we did the hygienically suicidal and had over 50 people at our little home. How the inspiration went don't ask me as my contribution was 4hrs in the kitchen to produce enough potato salad ( don't ask me how we manage to commit that sin ) to feed the hungry masses. After saying goodbye to our 50 guest and cleaning up a mess that looked like the result of world war 3, its was time to have our own little 50's party and talent night.

Please don't ask .

If you take my burger I'll make mince meat outta you!

junk food makes you happy

That was not some strange fertility dance, but a game.

and our boy band debut to "baby when you move to me ",

complete with socks as so our manhoods bulged just that little bit extra.

Valentines message

2008-02-13T14:46:00.000-08:00

Yes that dreaded date of February the 14th has come upon us again. It's that time of year where some people are either blissfully in love, or an emotional suicide case. But for you lonely sods out there, instead of drowing your sorrows in overdoses of Lindt and Jack Daniels take this picture for comfort and know that.....................
"I Love You."

(p.s. for all those of you who might accuse me of an adobe photoshop overuse: this photo was only cropped for child friendly reasons ;D )

Road Trip 2

2008-02-07T12:23:00.000-08:00

Road trips seem to be my forte recently; either that or its just the home's "good excuse" to get rid of me for a week. So armed with (as we found out after ) not enough tools, a inhumaenly-cute baby and about 300 rubber......:D BALLOONS we were off to Longford.

"The Aubergine" where we ate lunch everyday (p.s. for all you gourmet food lovers out there this restaurant won the award for the best restaurant in the county for 7 years running

sam.p had a nack for attracting weridos

caught in the act and during devotions too!

disclaimer: Nina doesn't usually smile like an american, Sam.P doesn't usually wear women's glasses, and I don't usually stare at blonde women like I've never seen a viking before

campground

2008-01-20T05:01:00.000-08:00

From the 5th to the 8th of January I was back in my home country for a camp the J/T board organized. Although the camp population was small it was good to see old friends again and just talk. The first day was spent witnessing in Trafalgar Square with the four horsemen skit. The second day followed with a happy football match which soon degraded into a mud-bath rugby game after the heavens open and rained. And what family camp would be complete without a dance and talent night ?

inspiration

charades

giving classes, not the most inspiring job

mmm they do enjoy a good rumble tumble

lunchtime

our new outreach method

my moment of martyrdom for Christ's sake

being saved by a Frenchman (maybe they do have some use after all)

I always knew I was short but after seeing this photo the midget gene was confirmed

getting 30 family kids onto the same metro cabin all at the same time was never going to be a easy task

and the stress shows

being a secretary is a lonely job

two of the nicest sisters I've know since I was 10

pretty dirty

"The Loaf of Bread" revised

the New Zealand all blacks' Hakka (btw i was reprimanded for leading young, influential minds in such strangeness)

nach punjabi

and the party......

2008-01-10T10:26:00.000-08:00

I almost forgot to blog about our new years bash. The idea of having a pirate costume party was hatched upon and although people had comments about the dorkiness of this idea at first, in the end everyone became obsessed with the "pirates of the Caribbean" idea. With all the homes in Ireland invited we were sure to have a real Irish party. After a good amount of dancing, games, drinking and about five renditions of a loud and very off key Auld Lang Syne the party wound down at about five and everybody toddled off to their OWN beds!

to all my pipinos

2008-01-01T11:33:00.000-08:00

Road Trip

2007-12-15T07:15:00.000-08:00

Christmas time is upon us and since the towns around us have been thoroughly followed up upon it was time to spread our boundaries to not virgin, but definitely less used and abused territory. God Bless one of our friends who let us stay in his hotel free of charge for three days. We also were able to provision all our meals and not just McDonald's ! We ate at a Thai Restaurant, a Lunch House, a high class restaurant where there was deodorant and Cologne in the bathroom for your to use and everyday we had a beautifully reviving coffee in a classy little coffee house. Oh and that reminds me to plead with you all to have desperate prayer for me. Whilst on the road I gave into weakness and started drinking coffee (just to make the others feel better about their rotten habit : D) But now I’ve gone cold turkey and I have the worst headache and tiredness that has ever been experienced since I finished my toddler care ministry . Oh and last but not least I figured out that if we had to pay for our meals and hotel rooms it would have cost around 600 Euros cool no?

sunrise on the morning we left

provisioned take away

Word time at the local pub

and more importantly (for Angelo) apple time!

watching "The Mating Habits of the Earthbound Human"

Boxing

2007-12-08T17:26:00.000-08:00

Usually boxing is thought of as a sport for sleazy Italian men who go by the stage name " The Italian Stallion " and drink eggs upon waking up in the morning. NOT ANYMORE! After discovering there was a sport where physical frustration could be legally vented ( and besides the fact that i don't have to pay for lessons ) i was quick to sign up. I know most of you are thinking that the sight of a 1.55 girl beating up guys is something to be chuckled over, go ahead i don't blame you. Well we'll see who is security next eurock ;D

looks like I'm ready to kill right ?

PJs

2007-11-19T11:58:00.000-08:00

The last night with stefy and I had to have some sentimental photos to remember her by. It also happened to be my little sister's birthday so it was definitely time to get out the camera.

The Stefy Series........tourist

2007-10-16T11:55:00.000-07:00

Before Stefy left we thought it would be nice to show her the historical sights of Ireland. Flor sweetly provisioned the trim castle ( if any of you want to see what it looks like watch braveheart for the 100th time). Then after provisioned coffee it was off to Dublin to play tourist for the day

Trim Castle

Dublin ( Angelo always seems to find that the time for taking photos of people is when they're tired and without makeup).

The Stefy Series........ irish pub

2007-10-10T05:10:00.000-07:00

In case you were wondering this is not an old series of Gns rebuking someone for entertaining the thought of eating white sugar. It is a little post about stefy who braved the rain and peat to visit us in Ireland. The first cultural experience was an Irish pub where Angelo and David tried desperately to teach us pool. Poor, unfortunate, souls did not realize that this would require more patience then potty training. And as for alcohol, Guinness is a beautiful word to me but apparently Italians regard it as a heathen drink fit only for … well the Irish!

she's got high hopes

and he was the one that didn't have anything to drink(and yes that's the middle of the road)

nikon D 80

2007-09-15T15:09:00.000-07:00

Ever wondered if paying 700 euros for a camera so you have a new addition to your collection of "things to show off" is worth it ? Someone in my home (no names mentioned) recently brought a nikon D 80. Despite being the envy of the home's technological department for months to come, it has also been under intense scrutiny to see if 700 euros worth of pixels really makes a difference. In my humble opinion, other than the fact it has the habit of showing far too much unwanted detail on people's personal skin topography, it makes a stuning addition to the whole " im a professional" look. I mean the length of the lens itself is enough to keep anyone a safe few meters away, but i'll let you make up your own mind. Here is a few the owner took on they way home from witnessing

food porn

2007-08-18T08:58:00.000-07:00

I've been wondering recently what drives people to crave large amounts of what nutritionally is shit for you. Flipping through the home's selection of cookbooks my question received an answer, Food Porn. Close up shots of mouth watering delicacies that give even the most controlled individuals the apatite of a sugar deprived toddler. I've included some photos so you can get a clearer picture of what I'm talking about ( as if u needed it) :D and have decided after the fifth piece of "death by chocolate" that a little indulgence never hurt anyone

imagine that sauce rippling down your tongue......

remind you of anything?

birthday

2007-07-26T14:06:00.000-07:00

well i broke the cycle that i had been keeping for the last 4 years. this year i was home for my birthday. everyone here was so sweet and made it special and three people sent me birthday offlines (wraf, nick and chris i was touched that three people who never lived with me would remember). as it wasn't convenient to do anything on the day, a couple days later when i came home in the evening from outreach i see suspicious smiles on eveyones faces which made me keep my mouth shut and stay out of everyone's way. at 9 pm a little fiesta awaited me complete with a sombrero, a good supply of homemade beer, and a take on tiramisu made with grapa. after people had something(or a little more than something) to drink we began chinese sherades of those old classics......dime from the sky, renovation, loaf of bread, miracle motor. a couple photos are included . please forgive the pajamas and the face. its the typical "a day on outreach without lunch but with a provisioned mocha at the end of the day with the chocolate left at the bottom because i failed to mix it and a huge cookie which was a sign of the lord's love for me" look

who said women couldn't multitask?

a jose dance

but lord we'er hungry just give us pasta any old pasta

a blow job

happy to be living

when it gets to the point you start singing to yourself, you know you should be locked up and the key thrown away

my type

2007-06-26T11:33:00.000-07:00

I have been frequently asked theses days by various match making individuals what my type is. Although every person is different with highs and lows if i had to put words into a face this would be as close as you get

Ioan Gruffudd the embodiment of everything british( yep now clean up your drooling)

I am however a realist and as such realize that in ireland this is as close as i will probably get to and attractive young male of which to have a meaningful relationship with. oh well paul didn't say to endure hardness as a good solider of jesus christ as a joke

time consumers

2007-06-21T06:32:00.000-07:00

wondering why I've been a delinquent blogger for over a week? life is not all about the internet. GASP! SHOCK! HORROR! i see some of you that are so deeply plugged into the system start to gasp and hold your throat. life out of the matrix? impossible! well I've got news for you darling and pictures to prove it. this week was our town's "river fest" and we were providing the entertainment. our PR scores are going to soar next home review

the girls doing a revised B.O.B . notice my " get your moves right or your life is hell" face JK:p

this is for any of you who in future may be intimidated by a jt board chairperson make a mental note that you have seen one in yellow trousers

some irish dancers. his face may not have been much but his legs certainly made up for it :D

"and iiiiiii wannna fall from the stars straight into your arms" irish karaoke anyone?

my sanctuary

2007-06-04T11:45:00.000-07:00

Quite often my WnRs are spent doing nothing. sounds relaxing eh? Well when your freeday has been on sunday for the past 2 years its like signing a death warrant for your escape from the house. Want to know why ? NOTHING IS OPEN OR FUNCTIONING ON SUNDAYS ! So this week to get myself out and stop me from eating myself to obesity I marched Esther down to our local masonic lodge for a little vogue photo shoot. Besides the fact that her boyfriend has been demanding new photos like a child for sweets, ive been getting itchy fingers to start snapping away again( at this point i must mention an embarrassing fact. i couldnt even remember how to take the flash off! after about 10 minutes pressing little Chinese buttons with no results, Esther smoothly slides in presses 2 buttons and vola! The flash is off and my ego is in pieces).

chris is a lucky little man

thinking............... (not something i do very often)

tree hugger or should i say layer :D

let the light in

goodbyes

2007-05-24T11:19:00.000-07:00

I've never been one for goodbyes. You know some people can just stand there with a sweet smiling face. I'm the one who burst into tears and cant control that hysterical noise. nevertheless this time i managed to keep my emotions under control. but it wasn't till about a week later that i realized just how much i missed Sarah. so heres to the good times.

Italian maffia night. march 2006 (yeah i know the lips are overdone but heck i'm italian!)

sarah's 17th bday may 2006.

eurock 2006. 2 blondes (mentally)

singing rappy birthday to the virgos. yep the dress up was our idea. september2006

the temptation was to much, the froggie couldn't hold it in. a typical moment

our last photo together. shes gonna kill me for this one. ahh the joys of not being in the same home.may2007

talent night (or lack of it )

2007-05-20T07:23:00.001-07:00

After having several long and only sometimes convicting home councils on the need to cut down on our movie intake I was divinely inspired( although I dont know by which side) to organize a talent night for our home. think of it you have humour, people making fools of themselves and its all for free .so a week of organizing, pleading, cajoling, begging, promising prizes later here are the results

Act number one! ventriloquist (its ok to feel stupid if you dont know what it means )

Act two! Robin conical. An OC skit which was really just and excuse for a more foolish version of men in tights

Act three. A humble song by a sinner yes john was humbled himself to our mercy

Act four. a juggling dual yes they prayed before they played

Act five. flexibility! everyone was doing silent prayer vigil that her neck would hold

Act six. ITS BUBBLING remixed and in danish

Act seven. test of the taste. if the cookies look good its my recipe

Act eight. Die Puppenfee ( the fairy doll for those of u who dont speak German)

a" oh jesus help my anckles to hold on"face

pasta, pizza and perverts

2007-05-12T06:15:00.000-07:00

in italy i found my hearts desires
a food that will fatten me................

someone who will marry me.....

a person who is as special as me

and most importantly someone who will love me