It's 106 miles to Chicago, we got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it's dark, and we're wearing sunglasses.

tomorrows my dads birthday. i cant begin to express the strong amount of gratitude, appreciation, respect and love i have for him..
here are few pointers that have attached themselves permanently in my mind..

have tradition and be consistent ( of course my mom being the captain of the ship always have kept us in calm waters with these key ingredients)




pay your bills, balance your checkbook and learn to make popcorn the old fashioned way on the stove



learn and love your classics. they will be around forever..





find something "constructive" to do.





be loyal to what you have. be comfortable with who you are... but you can always enrich. and have frequent quality time with the ones who make you happy

scrambled eggs/Oh, my baby how I love your legs"

friday night. 50% off all framed art at the salvation army. silver spray paint and beatles timeless cover art... everyone needs some beatles in there lives. its good for the soul

why so Serious??

happy birthday to my brother.. i put this table together for him. huge Batman fan!

keep it Simple...

i'm a Michigan girl can you feel that??

My computer table project , its kinda a neverending collage of awesome pics..

I never thought it was such a bad little tree. It's not bad at all, really. Maybe it just needs a little love.

"And the Grinch with his Grinch feet ice cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so? It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags. And he puzzled 'till his puzzler was sore. Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before. What if Christmas , he thought, doesn't come from a store. What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more." - Dr. Seuss



On the twelfth day of Christmas,
my true love sent to me
Twelve drummers drumming,
Eleven pipers piping,
Ten lords a-leaping,
Nine ladies dancing,
Eight maids a-milking,
Seven swans a-swimming,
Six geese a-laying,
Five golden rings,
Four calling birds,
Three French hens,
Two turtle doves,
And a partridge in a pear tree!

In December I will be, a baubled, bangeled Christmas tree with hot soup bowls draped all over me.Merry once, merry twice, merry chicken soup with rice.

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.