Evolution

I suppose we are all continuously evolving. This is one way Todd evolves.

This is moments after we got engaged.

This is five years later. I wonder how much we have evolved.

We went to some hotsprings for our 5 year anniversary. There was a group of barely post-tween girls there. They were on a cheer squad and cheered a lot. I was happy to get in the showers away from them. Suddenly I was surrounded by two of them in the shower stalls on both sides of me. They were doing fake Brittish accents to fool us.

Fairly Dim One: "I am so happy we are on this trip to America!"
A Little Bit Smarter One: "Yeah!"
Fairly Dim One: "Yes, because we are not from America, we are from Brittish!"
A Little Bit Smarter One: "We are not from Brittish! We SPEAK Brittish!"
Fairly Dim One: "Yes, and I am so happy we are from Brittish. Americans are so stupid!"

Ah, yes. A comforting conclusion.

I wonder what they will evolve to....

Merry "Crisp"-mas.

We love you one and all.

Part II: How's your aspen?

Pine, thank you.

What the What? Part I

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What the What?

Todd Turned Thirty

If you can't see it, try this:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xusjHnaaFlI

a egg

Not mine.

Nope, no. Not mine.

That mother clucker, did she say it was mine?

"Beats" me.

Fly with the angels now, Pierre.

When I was little, I had a bird. She hung from a cage in the middle of my room. One night I thought I would leave my window open. It was winter. I was a really weird little girl and I remember thinking.."I will be remembered as The Girl Who Sleeps in the Winter With Her Window Open." I think I had just watched 'Dancing With Wolves' and was thinking of Wind in his Hair. In the morning I found my bird with her feathers puffed up in the corner of her cage. My sister Mandi put her on the heater to bring her back to life. It didn't work. Now I am remembered as the idiot sister who left the window open in the winter and killed our pet bird--of about 2 weeks.

This Christmas Aubri gave me a bird as a surprise for Christmas! Misti named him Pierre. He was a good little guy. He got sick about 10 days ago. We had been diligently nursing him to health. Keeping him under warm lights, feeding him with a dropper. I finally decided to take him to the vet. They gave him a shot of fluids. He looked real bad. They rushed him back to get him on "oxygen," then sadly walked out and said "he's gone."

So I invited over his best friends. We lit candles and wrapped him up and put him in a box.

Then we paraded out to the garden and dug a little grave while his favorite song was playing.

Brian said, "fly with the angels now, Pierre." And we put some flowers on his grave.

We will miss him. He was sweet.