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.

My photo shoot.

Hey there everybody! Here I am updating the blog. This photo is for all you non-believers. Here's the proof that I, and only I am responsible for this blog. You may notice my dad in the picture, but he's only there to provide a lap to sit on. Anyway, enjoy the beginnings of my modelling career. After I hit it big, you can all say, "I knew her way back when." And then you can smile with a tear in your eye. Yes, that will do nicely.

Claudia Schiffer ain't got nothin' on me.

See what I mean? Guess Jeans, feel free to call me in as her replacement.

The chair is pure wicker. The shirt is pure cotton. The baby is pure gorgeousness!

Let me lay it out for you. You will love me...or else I will break you. Just kidding! I'll cry instead.

That's right. Love me.

I'm too sexy for my diaper, too sexy for my diaper, so sexy...somethin', somethin'! Oh My Goodness!!! This wasn't supposed to be taken! That's it! I'm firing my agent!

I'm hoping to be a toe model someday.

In the beginning there was Eva!

Ladies and Gentlemen! Step right up and observe for your entertainment, ME! This is a brief history of my first few moments and the days that follow, including some people that have made this show a hit so far. The critics are going wild!

Oh CRAP!!! It's a BABY!!!!

Here are my Grandma and Grandpa Stimac. Grandpa Stimac likes funny faces, I'm humoring him.

This is Uncle Nate wearing a normal shirt. They usually have something written on them that no one understands.

This is the first time Uncle Jerry held me. If you look carefully, you might notice me wrapping him around my little finger.

Uncle Lee and Aunt Josie.

This is my gay great-aunt Lynny-Pinny. She's not really gay, just very, very happy.

This is Aunty Al and my brother McDoo. Can you tell which is which?

This is my brother Bob. He thinks babies taste good. He eats cat turds. I hope I don't taste like cat turds. That would be bad.

This is my Aunty Julia. She is Daddy's sister. She lives far away from me. She's not too bright is she? Actually she's very smart. And she likes to shop! See my closet?

Zonked.

This is Aunty Amy. We call her Ace.

It's what her dad called her as a little girl and I guess it stuck. My dad calls me Monkey. Oh no...

I was only about a month old when this picture was taken, but the gorgeousness had already set in.

Dad thought it would be cute to stick these bows on my head. They stuck to my head like paparazzi to Britney Spears.

Another day, another diaper...

Hi y'all! Here's another chapter in the continuing saga of my wonderful life. I know you can't wait to see more pictures, so here they are! By the way, if you're wondering why my eyebrows are orange, I heard somewhere that squash is wonderful for the complexion.

I would like to introduce a new word into your vocabulary, gorgeousness. If you look it up in the dictionary, you'll see a picture of me.

Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue here I come!

There are some hills in the background. Big deal, the foreground is Gorgeousness!

Spoon Man! Come together with your hands!