Here Kitty Kitty

Dancing Queen

Amy had a Ballroom Concert last week and we were there for the dress rehearsal to take photos. Amy is one of the best ones out there! Here are some sweet moves.

Leading Lady

ball, change!

Flapper Girl

Charleston

Post Rehearsal Photo Shoot

Who's that Lady!!

Thanksgiving Memories '08

We had a wonderful Thanksgiving dinner at Ma and Pa's house this year. We all had our "five kernels of corn, five kernels of corn..." we all sang and wrote what we were thankful for this year and listened to the lovely joy school children sing "Thank you Pilgrims".
Thanks mom and dad!

Our parents

What a cute bunch

Baby Kanyon and his parents



Ryan and his Spider Monkey (Rhi)


Thankful Amy

'Vanny' and Gracie

Gabernelly, Haylee, Ashley and Grandmother

Uncomfy Kris and dad

Just a bunch of thankful hearts

You Should NOT Flip Your Boogers on The Wall...

Ryan's Boycott

i am boycotting carolyn and don kleinman for being such crappy grandparents/humans. The stupid ornament and ten dollars they can keep. lets all boycott them this season to cast out those who seek to de-unify us. I say let them eat fudge, and feel the emptiness of the seeds they have sewn... ok that sounds pretty harsh, but i have just been thinking about them, and i do not have one memory of them ever being uplifting, helpful (without alt. motives), faithful, inspiring, generous (without wanting something in return), understanding, exemplary, REAL, gentle, complimentary, loving, or even KIND. We will not be attending the breakfast . They are a cancer to our family. agree? or disagree?

Its Begining to Look Like Texas...

I thought that i would just try and post something here since i have never done it before and here you go...Its nice isnt it?

Memoirs of a Suburban

I remember the day we adopted her, she never had a name, just a distinct burgundy color with white swirling decals we'd know anywhere. She drove inumerable miles down freeways, to swim meets, soccer games and over rough terrain to horse lessons, up the canyon or out to the hot pots. Her brakes were always soft...just like her heart. She was filled with hay, moldy swim bags, stinky scouts, sour milk, costco runs...the list goes on. She was at the center of our lives but was never in the spotlight. She bore the scars of children ("AMY KLEINMAN") and teenagers alike. When she'd break down she would settle for a duct tape fix, even when she deserved more. She never stopped giving...until one day, her heart just stopped. She went down in a blaze of glory and I think she deserved her moment in the sun.

the front grille (flipped side ways)