Eva Grace: January 2008

Hi there my friends. Yet another chapter of the continuing saga of my punkaliciousness. I don't care if that's a real word or not. Today we're out in the yard getting ready to do some yardwork! This is going to rock!

Wait a minute! This is no fun at all! This is GROSS! These leaves are dirty!

Yardwork is definitely not for divas.

But it sure is exhausting!!!

We are ready to git r' done! Whatever it is, we'll git it. Git it?

Who's here? Hopefully its the Fed Ex guy bringing me Christmas presents. Scoopy hopes its a truckload of tennis balls he can hide under the couch.

This is my friend Brooklyn. Yeah, she's cute, but you should never get too close after she has broccoli for lunch.

Our great Christmas Tree hunting expedition. Mom wanted one of the trees behind us. Dad said that would be fine, but she had to tie it to the top of the car. She went for something a bit smaller.

Dad is putting up Christmas lights, I'm freezing my binky off.

Yes, these are all MY presents. Mine. Not yours. Mine.

This is Santa "T" Claus. I know he doesn't have a beard, its part of his new look. He's had some problems up north this last year and had to downsize his workforce a bit...

This elf was let go because she was caught smuggling child laborers into Santa's workshop hidden in her hair.

This elf was permanently laid off for attempting to supercharge a little red wagon.

These two elves were canned because they got caught telling the other elves that Santa was make believe. Plus they got caught drinking on and off the job.

Santa had to fire this elf for downloading every Tori Amos album onto the company network.

CHOO CHOOOOOOOOoooooooooooo........................!!!!

Candy canes rock. I want candy cane flavored binkies.

My first Christmas tree. Our electric bill increases by 27% because of the 87 strands Mom puts on the tree and the 74 strands Dad puts outside. Somebody is hitting the nog a little hard this year, and it ain't me.