You are my (true) Blood

I love you guys!
We are the world.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cVVd1mxBZ7k

My favorite part of Christmas

was watching Houston and Megan open the presents they got for each other.

You guys are beautiful. I love you so much.

True Patriotism

I love spending money. Not for myself, mind you. I spend it for America. With every penny I throw away I can practically feel the earth tremble from the jump-start I send to the economy. You can thank me later, for now I need help deciding what I should waste my money on next.

1. New sneakers.

One day I would love to be a sophisticated woman with a refined wardrobe, but for now I am still young and Comme des Garcon's limited edition Converse high tops will suite me just fine. Besides, sneakers are an essential wardrobe staple, right? RIGHT?

2. New Phone

Eh. Who am I kidding? I'm just going to loose it. Or break it.

3. Sunglasses

I have wanted these sunglasses for so long and now they're finally available to purchase!

Too bad Mary-Kate and Madonna have already snagged them... And heaven knows I don't want to end up looking like them.

Yeesh.

4. Food/Utilities/Rent/Car Payments/Tuition

Hmmm.. Decisions, decisions! So much money, so little time! I'm just so rich I can't stand it!!!

Boy-eeez

Daaaaaaaaaaaaaa Girls.

Family Portrait, 2009

So here's the final product from our family portrait session. I have to say, with only five photographs to work from—two of those being unusable due to bad focus—I'd say this turned out pretty well. It did require all of my photoshop skillzz though. Every last ounce.

Jigger Wha?!?

Ran across this in my many webwanderings.  Thought you whippersnappers would get a kick out of it.  Pretty catchy actually.  I predict Bumbu Sauce has a bright future (if they don't get shwacked by a Predator, that is...)

I'm still not sure what they heck they're talking about, but its kinda catchy.  David's guys should like this.  

Actually, there's a serious side to this.  I think there's a whole wave of music coming out of the Islamic world, made by young, restless Muslims.  And they're NOT extremist crazies.  Kind of like the 50s and 60s in the West.  Would make a cool term paper for someone to tackle, Ginny.

T.T.