Tomorrow, Roberta will officially turn 19! But since certain people would have to miss out on her big day, we decided to give her a surprise party... early. Really early. Or else she'd get suspicious!
Monday, February 28, 2011
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Hitting the Slopes
Otherwise entitled "Look Out Beloooooowwwww!!!"
Well, people, it's that time of year. Skiing Whooooopp! And snowboarding for those of us who think they are too cool for skiing. =)
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Mom, Joe, Sarah, and I (Hannah) had ourselves a blast cutting up our local ski hill. If I wanted to make you all jealous I could say that we live 20 minutes away from skiing and that we also know all the special half-price days...
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They say you learn something new every day, you know, and so I have learned that I was not born to be an Olympic skier. Cutting up the beginnger and intermediate slopes was begining to look easy... until I decided to let Sarah (the crazy good snowboarder) drag me up the advanced hill. Hmmm... you don't need to know the rest. All I can say is I'm very thankful that I didn't break my (or anyone else's) skeleton in any place!!
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Okay, so here are the pictures. And please pardon the quality... they were all taken on a variety of cell phones and iPods. =)
You can't really tell from this picture, but it was a simply awesome day for skiing!! It wasn't cloudy enough to be dark, not sunny enough to give you snow blindness, not windy enough to give you windburn, and just a tiny bit of snow was falling. It was pefect!!
Joe's art from the lift.
I didn't know my Mom could ski like... good!
And Joe made it down the face of the mountain in 9 minutes!
Joe's art from the lift.
I didn't know my Mom could ski like... good!
And Joe made it down the face of the mountain in 9 minutes!
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Later...
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Hannah: Sarah, why didn't you tell me that my ski goggles were on sideways?!
Sarah: Were they on sideways?
(Hannah shows Sarah the picture as proof)
Sarah: Oh. Well, I thought you were making a fashion statement.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Quotables!
High time for another round of quotables! Hope we can make you laugh with our original, genuine, authentic P family humor!! =)
Hannah: Wow, your mandolin rang when I said that.
Sarah: Yeah. My mandolin’s very musical.
Joe: Is Jane Fairfax the villain?
Hannah: No, she’s the brunette.
Mom: So, Abby, have you got a happy heart now?
Abby: (grumpily) Yes.
*pause*
M: Okay, let me see your cheerful smile!
A: (quietly) Yes ma’am.
*issues weak smile*
M: What kind of a smile is that? Try again. Say “Yes ma’am!” and smile!
A: (through gritted teeth) I can’t smile and TALK!
Sarah: But the main character! What’s the point of that?
Roberta: Well, sometimes main characters do die, you know. Sometimes that’s the whole story.
S: Well, my main character isn’t getting killed off. He’s as healthy as a cucumber.
Abby: Hey, Mom, can I tell you a joke?
Mom: Sure.
A: Okay, so if you’re in a room with no windows or doors and no way to get out, with a mirror and a table, what do you do?
M: Uhhh…
A: (triumphantly) You look in the mirror, see what you saw, cut the table in half, and climb out the hole!!
All of us: *total silence*
A: Don’t you get it?!
Joe: (slowly) I think what you mean is… you look in the mirror… see what you saw…
Sarah: Pick up the saw, cut the table in half, put the two halves together…
A: (once again triumphant) And climb out the whole!!
Abby: Mom, you know that thing that you put around your arm so you can tell how fast your heart is going?
Mom: Oh, you mean the blood pressure cuff.
A: Yeah, well, Mom, let me tell you how fast my thumps are going.
Sarah: I don’t want to leave home just yet. You know I don’t like being alone. God said “it is not good for man to be alone,” but He didn’t say anything about Sarah.
Dad (“helping” Roberta in the kitchen): Okay, now what do I do?
Roberta: Well, you can hand me that measuring cup.
D: Okay, now what do I do?
R: Now you can get me the flour.
D: Okay, now what do I do?
R: Okay, so now you get out of the way!
Sarah (coming out of the theater after watching Tangled): Hannah, did you see, did you see? Flynn has brown eyes!! (*dreamily*) My kind of hero…
Abby: *breathless* Where did you get that? Why are you wearing my shirt?
Hannah: What?! This isn’t your shirt!
A: (deflates) Oh. It…. Isn’t….?
Seconds later…
A: Sarah, whose shirt is she wearing, mine or yours?
H: Why are you asking her? Why are you so concerned about my wardrobe?
S: Umm… that’s hers. Yours is different.
A: (shouting) HERS?!
S: Yeah, Mom got her one in California too.
A: (incredulously) Mom, you got HER a RED SHIRT?
H: (throws her hands in the air) Am I not capable of owning a red shirt?!
Hannah: Wow, your mandolin rang when I said that.
Sarah: Yeah. My mandolin’s very musical.
Joe: Is Jane Fairfax the villain?
Hannah: No, she’s the brunette.
Mom: So, Abby, have you got a happy heart now?
Abby: (grumpily) Yes.
*pause*
M: Okay, let me see your cheerful smile!
A: (quietly) Yes ma’am.
*issues weak smile*
M: What kind of a smile is that? Try again. Say “Yes ma’am!” and smile!
A: (through gritted teeth) I can’t smile and TALK!
Sarah: But the main character! What’s the point of that?
Roberta: Well, sometimes main characters do die, you know. Sometimes that’s the whole story.
S: Well, my main character isn’t getting killed off. He’s as healthy as a cucumber.
Abby: Hey, Mom, can I tell you a joke?
Mom: Sure.
A: Okay, so if you’re in a room with no windows or doors and no way to get out, with a mirror and a table, what do you do?
M: Uhhh…
A: (triumphantly) You look in the mirror, see what you saw, cut the table in half, and climb out the hole!!
All of us: *total silence*
A: Don’t you get it?!
Joe: (slowly) I think what you mean is… you look in the mirror… see what you saw…
Sarah: Pick up the saw, cut the table in half, put the two halves together…
A: (once again triumphant) And climb out the whole!!
Abby: Mom, you know that thing that you put around your arm so you can tell how fast your heart is going?
Mom: Oh, you mean the blood pressure cuff.
A: Yeah, well, Mom, let me tell you how fast my thumps are going.
Sarah: I don’t want to leave home just yet. You know I don’t like being alone. God said “it is not good for man to be alone,” but He didn’t say anything about Sarah.
Dad (“helping” Roberta in the kitchen): Okay, now what do I do?
Roberta: Well, you can hand me that measuring cup.
D: Okay, now what do I do?
R: Now you can get me the flour.
D: Okay, now what do I do?
R: Okay, so now you get out of the way!
Sarah (coming out of the theater after watching Tangled): Hannah, did you see, did you see? Flynn has brown eyes!! (*dreamily*) My kind of hero…
Abby: *breathless* Where did you get that? Why are you wearing my shirt?
Hannah: What?! This isn’t your shirt!
A: (deflates) Oh. It…. Isn’t….?
Seconds later…
A: Sarah, whose shirt is she wearing, mine or yours?
H: Why are you asking her? Why are you so concerned about my wardrobe?
S: Umm… that’s hers. Yours is different.
A: (shouting) HERS?!
S: Yeah, Mom got her one in California too.
A: (incredulously) Mom, you got HER a RED SHIRT?
H: (throws her hands in the air) Am I not capable of owning a red shirt?!
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