A Day In The Life...

Arr...matey! Here be another chapter in the quest for treasure! Set the mainsails and hoist the jib me hearties! There be fishy crackers on the horizon! Avast! I've got a load of plunder...down under! I mean...I need to be changed please.

Mom! Those pajamas are dry clean only!

One of the things I've learned about cooking. When Great-Grandma Schoenheit is baking, remember the stop, drop, and roll technique.

Oh yeah! Dancin' queen! Shake it to the left...

Shake it to the right!

Shake it to the left again!

Oreo's and Strawberry wafer cookies? Oh, they are gonna be sorry they gave me this much sugar tonight!

...and she's cli-i-imbing the sta-airway...to Papa-t's off-ice.

Here we have an excellent example of Homo frozmibutoff. This rare creature is seldom found outside of its native habitat of the snow covered steppes of Koldazell. They subsist on a diet of green olives and Cheese-its.

Four generations of the Tompkins clan. Papa-T, Mommy, Me and Ice-T.

Introducing, Rufus Figg McDoo...

What's up? I'm Rufus Figg McDoo. Y'all can call me Rufus the Terrible. I am the single most ferocious, vicious, bloodthirsty predator that ever lived. You will all fear me. Especially your socks. Your socks will really fear me.

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Watch me work it!

Yo, welcome to my krib. I did all the decor myself, I got a thing for cardboard. Dig it? Catnip? I don't smell no catnip. What makes you think I got catnip? Heh, heh...cough.

Cabin Fever!!!

Hey everybody. Just catching up on some sleep. It was a tiring trip. We went up to the cabin Grandpa Greg rented and had a weekend in the snow. It was lots of fun! See for yourself...

This is my sled. Pretty stylin' huh? Only problem is that it's blue. I'm a girl. Blue is NOT my color! Duh!

Mush! Mush! FASTER! Ugh, it's impossible to find good help these days!

This was exhausting work! I was pooped!

Hi. I'm cute. I'm really cute. I'm really really cute. Give me a cookie.

This is Cousin Donnie. He's alright, but he smells like cats.

This is the cabin we stayed in. One night Cousin Donnie's breath set off the smoke detector. We all woke up and he blamed it on Vegas. Bad Donnie, bad.

Uncle Jerry, pay attention to the baby with the maraca. Ignore the Catan on the end table, focus on the baby.

Cousin Donnie is lucky the mounties weren't nearby. They would have given him a S.U.I. and taken his snowshoes away. What a dork.

Bananas are num-num!

Vegas Brown.

It looks like someone was eating a giant powdered doughnut and sneezed...a lot.

Ascending from base camp.

6 inches of snow onda Honda.

Our Holiday and other stuff...

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.

Practicing for New Year's Eve! 2029 that is.

Oof.

Scoopy is helping fold the laundry. He's a good dog.

Ugh! Holiday bills! I've got to help them stay on top of this or else they will go into debt and won't be able to get me more toys!!!

Kids, let's learn a new word today. Do you know what the word is? "CHOCOLATE!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Future track star. Get it! Track star! Ha ha ha!!! You see I'm holding the railroad track...never mind.