~I'm a vast well of useless facts
~I don't believe in statistics
~I believe Leanne Rhymes is the devil with blonde hair
~I am immune to the powers of Kryptonite
Anthony is normally the student director for the Tiger Tunes choir at his school. For the final concert he was asked by his teacher, Mr. Hilder, to actually accompany one of their numbers on the piano.
Anthony was nervous and excited, and Mr. Hilder was thrilled to actually do the directing since he usually plays the piano for every concert.
Clayton was able to make it there, and film him, although most of what you'll see is the page-turner's head blocking his. oh well. You can hear him play! We're so proud of him and everything he's done this year.
She… She sees the world for all that it can be Unlike Me And She… She sacrifices so unselfishly Despite her needs She’s the best kind of Beautiful
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He… He wanted her to feel like she was everything He made her sing And He… He would’ve given anything to make her see He loved her mightily And found her infinitely Beautiful
CHORUS I
Beautiful in body Beautiful in heart Beautiful though time may someday Wrestle them apart Beautiful, oh, through it all Nothing the years could take away Radiant in every single way She is the best kind of Beautiful
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I… I’ve listened in the night and heard her cry Though time’s gone by Since He… was taken from her, oh so suddenly Yet in our memory He’s the best kind of Beautiful
CHORUS II
Beautiful in spirit Beautiful in soul Beautiful in showing us all Life’s a miracle Beautiful, oh, through it all Then letting go when it was time And though there’s no way to make that clock rewind He is the best kind of Beautiful PAGE II
She… She makes me see the possibilities Inspires me And She… Becomes my air when I can’t seem to breathe Teaches me to believe We’re all the best kind of Beautiful
CHORUS III
Beautiful in joy and sadness Beautiful inside Beautiful in realizing That we’ve nothing to hide Beautiful, oh, through it all Whatever hurt my come along Our broken lives can still become a song Become the best kind of Beautiful…
When you get in the shower in the morning, commence washing (beginning with the armpits) and the soap is FREEZING COLD!
So you drop the bar of evil slippery frigidness on your toe. Due to limited get-ready time, you didn't plan to get your hair wet. So you try to slide the soap up to the rim of the tub with your foot; and by so doing, you slip on the snail-like moisture trail. After some frantic flailing to catch your balance, you still eat it. (Not the soap, the slang phrase for a violent fall.) You end up smacking your tail bone on the rim of the tub and knocking all the (also cold) shampoo bottles onto your lap and trying your damndest not to pull the shower curtain and rod on top of your contorted body!
The only thing worse than injuring yourself in such a pathetic manner is doing so naked! I think I just might be willing to spend the extra 7 bucks on pit-shaving cream and body wash in the future.
Kader and I took a weekend trip to Logan just before Halloween. These are the awesome Maple Leaves that piled up in my sibblings' place. He Loved playing in them!
This is a "Where the Wild Things Are" head putter inner thing that was on the Pumpkin walk
Halloween at the Trunk or Treat. These things are highly overrated so we ended up doing some door to door candy solicitation. Anthony was much more interested in all the 'Puckins on fire' (jack-o-lanterns) than he was in the candy. He kept turning it down! (I took it though)
My cute little garden gnome :) I was looking for a costume that would be easy to make. Super proud of this one.. No Travelocity jokes! (It did take 30 minutes and much candy bribery to get him to wear that stupid beard!) I still can't get him to hold still and pose in the Garden though.