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!!!"
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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. =)
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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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