Here we Go! Here you Come!

Little Drummer Boy and his possee

Zander is an interesting creature. I will never fully understand that boy, nor do I care to on this side of eternity. The spunk and challenges he brings into my life is enough to keep me satiated and on my toes. Quite a charismatic heart.

I'm so happy he has drum lessons in our living room. It brings the most colorful and odd people here.



Big D.



We recently saw her play her first "gig" at the gay pride festival. Zander was so proud of her. He is still trying to get her to hang a sign "Challenging the Stereotype" Because, apparently, white boy zander has more rythm than black girl denise, and it is a popular belief that black people naturally have "that soul". (fact).


Me, Jesus and Zander like her a lot.... !

I found this on my doorstep that day:




Because she found this on my facebook:

a bit of what went down

Party Planning Committee slogans:

"Church is important....but so are masquerade balls."- Mary Kinkel

"Everybody is a somebody"
"Big dreams, little wallets"

friday

Labyrinth Ball Scene

Two-ish more days till the ball!

We won't have any of the amenities that Jareth had at his...

-david bowie
-slow motion dancing
-terrifying,nightmarish masks
-hallucegenics
...among other things.

painted faces

the moon is full, the stars are bright.
join us for an enchanting night.
Note: there is a quirky stipulation
to this intriguing invitation
the attire we desire
is a mask! why, you might ask?
for the fun to be done
is soon to come
when the clock strikes 8,
do not be late
follow your wildest dreams
to bungalow 8

SO COME ONE AND ALL

to KATIE's and LESLIE's

MASQUERADE BALL!


ps. were not kidding->april 9th- under the sprouting grass moon

Salutations on your birthday dear Arizona

Mama and I made a trip out to the Farmers Market downtown, phoenix.

My most favorite booth was the bee lady.

Bee's and I didn't see eye to eye when I was a wee little thing. They always found themselves in my mouth or down my pants, but our relationship was healed while schooling in Austria.

I found a bench, in the sun, to read at, near a beautiful flowering tree. The bench was dusty so I thoroughly cleaned an area for my rump, then wiped the dirt on my jeans.

Reading.....a bee hums and hovers over my knee, eventually making a smooth landing. Frightened and about to shoo the critter away, I paused, and noticed its tongue licking my knee, licking up the debri from the bench I wiped on my pants. A breeze stirred the near by tree. Ahhah! the pixie dust came from the tree! Pollen! I was peppered with pollen and the bee was indulging. Well, eventually it sat beside me. I continued reading so my friend could finish up breakfast.

Soo, how could I pass up purchasing bee pollen for my own consumption?! Autum pollen tastes like wite tea and raw honey. Winter pollen tastes more like alfalfa. I bought mama autum.

Happy Birthday Arizona! I'm enamoured.

when it rains, it pours

The Drive.
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Dining & Wining

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Aaron very worried because the bridge is flooded.

Scenes only Survivors of Tutor Time can appreciate...

dance dance by Alicia (sorry, she's horizontal)

These are for your entertainment mel (the 4yrd olds)

Songs by emily & tyler

Qui Que (Cassanova) & Mary

The Last Word of a Bluebird- Frost

As told to me by a rather spunky squirrel....

"As I went out a Crow

In a low voice said 'Oh,

I was looking for you.

How do you do?

I just came to tell you

To tell Leslie (will you?)

That her litte Bluebird

Wanted me to bring word

That the north wind last night

That made the stars bright
And made ice no the trough

Almost made him cough

His tail feathers off.

He just had to fly!

But he sent her Good-bye,

And said to be good,

And wear her red hood,

And look for skunk tracks

In the snow with an axe-

And do everything!

And perhaps in the spring

He would come back and sing'.

New Year Baby

Mama's birthday is on december 31st. i'm proud to say she turned 59? i think. i'm pretty sure. that's been a perpetual glitch in my development since preschool- never knowing my parent's age or where daddy works...

.An english breakfast. Unceasingly adored.
It was the last day the light rail ran for free. we zipped downtown for lunch at Sam's. Sugar pepper chips and tortilla soup hit the spot. and for desert: i typically loathe white chocolate, but wrap up a frozen stick of it in a corn husk...... how could I refuse the experience.

Appalled they had to stand and expose their underarms.

the majority of phoenicians are still scratching their heads whenever 'public transportation' is mentioned. what a funny word.

Christmas at the bungalow:

No heat, but warm coats and lots of Tolkein readings and playing Fable (zander!) our young tradition of collecting all the candles in our home, turning out all the lights and retelling the story of a very dark world until the Light came. strike a match.

A Walk Thanksgiving Weekend

Out one day
Walking one day
Out one day, with you hallelujah