Hey Jakey,

Happy New Year! Enjoy the hell outta your grandparents, cuz I'm kicking them out of the house come Wednesday! Argh. I love them very much. But when they start this mindless, mind-numbing sniping at each other... I just want to crawl in a hole and cover my head. Or lock myself in the back bedroom and mess about on the computer.

Last day of the year was a little on the windy side. Blew down our pieces of our fence in the side yard and the back yard on top of my crazy, free-form compost pile. There was some massive flooding in Reno and in Carson, nothing bad here. Pretty cool storm. We're in the middle of a break right now, it's supposed to start up again pretty good tonight.



Okay, here's another in a series of New Years resolutions: no more all-you-can-eat Chinese food buffets. Yesterday was the last of it. Here's a pic of your daddy with our server in the background, and a pic of the "food." Actually, the food is "all right," in the way that ALL deep-fried foods covered in a sticky-sweet sauce is pretty "all right." Just... no more this year, 'kay? We've both been unconscionably BAD, in the spirit of the holidays, but back on track now.

When either one of us reads this post way in the future, know this: you were sitting on my lap with a Weeble Wobble in one hand, in a blue t-shirt and red sweat pants, in dire need of a haircut, and a belly full of Cream of Wheat. Oh here. let me take a picture...



Okay, obviously not much to say today, just trying to hide us out from teh grandparents. Gettin' off on the multi-media nature of blogging. Happy happy new year, sweetie! Love you!