We recently realized that the last Walker family photograph taken was at our wedding, and the last "real" (studio) picture had been years previous to that. (Complete with family members who are no longer family members... and I don't mean that they died.) So, at Christmas, we decided current photo documentation of our family was long overdue.
Here is the result, hot off the press. Of course, Adam and Jessalyn's baby Karson was born a week later, already rendering the photo outdated. What do you do?
p.s. I think the fact that you can't see my left eye means that I need a bang trim. How is it that you can look in the mirror every day, but it takes looking at a picture of yourself to realize the obvious? I can't tell you how many times I've had film developed only to realize I should have never worn a certain shirt, skirt, hairstyle, etc. Cases in point:
I thought these sunglasses were cute 'till I saw this picture.
I didn't think this outfit was slutty 'till I saw this picture.
I thought this hairdo was cute 'till I saw this picture.
I didn't think my shoes (or my hair) were too tall 'till I saw this picture.
But apparently I didn't learn my lesson.
I didn't think I needed a tan 'till I saw this picture.
And I thought this guy was cool 'till I saw this picture.
I feel the need to mention my sad choice of horizontal stripes in the above photo as well. I think I need to take Cher's advice in Clueless, quit depending on mirrors, and start snapping Polaroids every morning.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Posted by Michelle at 4:24 PM
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
-Robert Hollander (1968)
Posted by Michelle at 1:07 PM
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
What is his name? Brad (not Bradley) Walker
How long have you been together? Going on three years!
How long did you date? Only about eight months… when it’s right, it’s right.
Who eats more? Hmmm… honestly, we both eat a TON.
Who said "I love you" first? Brad. But we had both planned on telling each other that night, he just had more guts than I did.
Who is taller? Brad thinks he is. I think it’s a tie.
Who has more speeding tickets? Brad. I’ve only had one, but unfortunately it was more recent.
Who is smarter? Depends on the subject. I subscribe to the whole “right brain/left brain” philosophy.
Who is more sensitive? Ummm.... I just got hurt feelings wondering about the connotation of that question.
When there is a fight, who usually wins? Now we’re back to the “sensitive” argument. If and when we fight, I’m usually in tears before it begins. Luckily, that very rarely happens.
Who does the laundry? Me. Okay, really, my ginormous washing machine. It's not hard; two loads and we’re good for a month. (Maybe with a load of underoos in between.)
Who does the dishes? Usually me. Sad.
Who sleeps on the right? Brad does. Sometimes in hotels I get on “his” side of the bed just to mess with him. He really can’t sleep anywhere else.
Who pays the bills? I do, but I’m really not that good at it. I never remember when which bills are due.
Who mows the lawn? Brad. I’m with Sara on this one… if I do it once I’m gunna get stuck doing it all the time.
Who cooks? HA! Does picking up pizza count?
Who drives? Depends on which car we’re taking. But we usually take Brad’s, so there you go.
Who is more stubborn? I’m not even going to answer that question because I don’t like it, and I shouldn’t have to do anything I don’t want to do, and it wasn’t my idea to begin with, and just because someone else wants me to something doesn’t mean I have to, and my way is always the best way, and... Does that answer your question?
Who kissed whom? Brad, although he claims I “was begging for it”.
Who asked whom out? Actually, BRADY (Brad’s best friend) asked me on our first date. I don’t know if Brad was shy or just lazy. Romantic, eh?
Who proposed? Brad did “officially,” … really we decided together, through a lot of thought and prayer, long before we bought the ring.
Who has more siblings? I do. I’m the 4th of 6, and Brad’s the 1st of 4.
Who wears the pants? I've never been a fan of skirts.
I tag all the Kemptons.
Posted by Michelle at 12:19 PM
Saturday, February 9, 2008
So, I guess election time has come around again, and we all know it's ugly. I'm not going to pretend to be really well-informed, but come on, why has this race become so dirty? I thought trash talking opponents ended in the 5th grade, as did nerdy commercials and jingles (a certain "dead head / red head" rhyme comes to mind). But, what do you do?
I'm reminded of an old South Park episode circa the 2004 election, in which the boys were forced to vote on a new school mascot. Their choices were either a "giant douche" or a "turd sandwich". (Kerry and Bush, respectively.) And I'm really scared that this election is heading toward a similar downward spiral. If it comes down to the "douche vs. turd" campaign, what are we all going to do?
We can't "throw our votes away" on a 3rd party candidate... (similar to the Springfielders' "Kang vs. Kodos" dilemna).
I guess what I'm trying to say is, that if it comes down to the wire, I just might write in David Palmer.
Posted by Michelle at 8:32 AM