Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Christmas Stocking Stuffer

Santa with Mike and Steve
Picture owned by P. Taylor
All of my children and the rest of my family must constantly endured having their pictures taken and not only for special occasions either. My camera is like another appendage! It is always handy and I use it all the time!
I was so blessed that these two little adorable boys actually sat still while I took this picture! My oldest son Michael is on the left and my nephew Steven is on the right. Mike was three years old and Stevie was just one in 1991 when they sat with Santa without much FEAR. How lucky was I to have captured such a great look on Mike's face! It really was the start of him always giving me or someone else the "look" of having yet another picture being taken of him, for he likes to goof around all of the time. Now, seventeen years later, I must still count out loud to three so he will look at the camera and smile. He has me trained all right.
So, with the Mike and Steve's permission, I am posting this picture for Smile for the Camera. Mike has already told me to file this one in the "archives," but I think I'll frame it and stuff it in his stocking this year!
Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas!

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The Family

The family. We were a strange little band of characters trudging through life sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another's desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that bound us all together. ~Erma Bombeck

Genealogy Pox, author unknown


SYMPTOMS: Continual complaint as to need for names, dates and places. Patient has a blank expressions, sometimes deaf to spouse and children. Has no taste for work of any kind, except feverishly looking through records at libraries and courthouses.
Has a compulsion to write letters. Swears at mailman when he doesn't leave mail. Frequents strange places such as cemeteries, ruins, and remote desolate country areas. Makes secret night calls and hides phone bills from spouse. Mumbles to self. Has strange, faraway look in eyes.


TREATMENT: Medication is useless. This disease is not fatal, but gets progressively worse. Patient should attend genealogy workshops, subscribe to genealogical magazines and be given a quiet corner in the house where he/she can be alone.

REMARKS: The unusual nature of this disease is that the sicker the patient gets, the more he or she enjoys it!