Long Time No Post

Hi Everyone,
I haven't been very good at posting these past few months. But instead of making excuses as to why I haven't, I'm attaching some photos of what we've been up to lately. We traveled to PA last weekend for my cousin, Shauna's wedding. She married a nice fellow named Mike Thomas. They had a crazy DJ who played loud, top 40 hits. And we danced all night long.
Dave has been very busy generating business here at MDC. Currently he has about six projects going, none of which are in Portland or close proximity, but atleast he's busy and loving the work. The 1.25 hr. commute to Mass everyday is just an after thought.
I'm working for a furniture store in Gorham called Crockett Interiors. There are a handfull of designers on staff. We offer complimentary design/decorating consultation and will visit client's homes if needed. I'm really enjoying myself and must admit that sales are my kind of thing. The hours kind of stink, since I do work on Saturdays, but at this point, I'm doing what I have to do to make the buck.
We've decided to stay in our current apartment for another year. By next year at this time we'll be looking for a place to buy.
Doobs continues to keep us entertained. He still hates other dogs, but we're working on that. He spends most of his day sleeping...on my furniture.
Hope life is good in Jersey, France and California.
Come visit us in Portland this summer--the door is always open.
Love, Sara

JR

long as we're doing JR i'll throw in my two bits. the first is the rocking chair in which JR recuperated for several years following his early morning encounter with a reb miniball near the Dunkard Church just southeast of Sharpsburg, Maryland on September 17, 1862 whilst fighting in what can only be considered america's most macho war. JR was a young raw recruit. Antietam was his first battle. He never fired his weapon before he took one for Mr. Lincoln.

the second photo depicts the leather knapsack carried by JR's big brother George who had fought in both Battles of Bull Run before taking a reb miniball to the noggin and dying instantly at the hitherto mentioned Battle of Antietam. one brother dead, one brother severely wounded. was it worth it? and why? slavery? good christ, by 1860 even those stinking russians who would later become commie bastards had freed the serfs. what on god's green earth was the good old USofA waiting for? seven hundred thousand dead? and way over a million wounded?

JR’s Chair

I don’t know who has heard and who hasn’t, but Jean Simpson had a heart attack last week. Mary and I heard about it via email from Dottie Diorio prior to leaving Nanda and Rickie’s fine reunion. Dottie wrote that Jean had had a massive coronary and was not able to receive visitors. In spite of this dire warning, we drove to Huntingdon to attempt a visit with her. We were happy to discover that she was in much better shape than originally reported and was recovering well. Apparently the heart attack was coupled with a simultaneous bout with the flu, which complicated the diagnosis. In fact, she’s sharp and chipper, and will move to a nursing home as soon as a slot opens up. An interesting coincidence occurred during our visit. Jean announced that she had long intended to give me the Windsor chair that J.R. Simpson used at his desk for many years, and suddenly, with me there, she could do so. The chair had been in her house in Alexandria for many years, and if we wanted it we could drive over there and pick it up. Which we did. Here’s a picture of it next to the desk which Lois Simpson gave me many years ago, which she said was J.R.’s writing desk. So now, by a genuine stroke of serendipity, I am the current custodian of these priceless heirlooms. Thank you, Jean! P.S. I just put the chair with the desk, which is in Will's music studio, for a quick photo. I'll move them to a more appropriate setting, where perchance a passing muse will tarry to assist me in pondering life's unpredictible twists and turns.

23rd qualm, ode to Bush

Bush is my shepard; I dwell in want.
He maketh logs to be cut down in national forests.
He leadeth trucks into the still wilderness.
He restoreth my fears.
He leadeth me in the paths of international disgrace for his ego's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of pollution and war,
I will find no exit, for thou art in office.
Thy tax cuts for the rich and thy media control,
they discomfort me.
Thou preparest an agenda of deception in the
presence of thy religion.
Thou annointest my head with foreign oil.
My health insurance runneth out.
Surely megalomania and false patriotism shall
follow me all the days of thy term,
And my jobless child shall dwell in my basement
forever.

Aunt Elizabeth Wants You!

SAVE OUR COUNTRY! SAVE MY FUTURE! IMPEACH BUSHY NOW!

After five years in cahoots with the oil cartels, including the Saudis, the Qataris, the UAEians, Exxon, Conoco, and Chevron, during which time they've quadrupled the price of gas, Price George has come out of his bubble to tell us the Chinese drive cars now and the era of cheap gas is over. but not to worry, hydrogen will save the day. are we really to take this jerkoff seriously? he must know something we don't know; americans are, generally speaking, apathetic imbeciles.

what, no american idol tonite? damn? guess i'll have to download some new ring tones for my cell phone.

California in April

Fresh from our whirlwind 4 day California trip, I am confusedly posting a few pictures. We had a very good visit with Jim and Wendy ( and Helen when she wasn't smashing volleyball serves, diligently working on math homework, or putting together a trendy new tank-top outfit) talking and eating non-stop from Sat. night until Mon. afternoon. Here we have a shot of Jim and I, with Trotsky in the background. The Wendy B Hunt "Flying Nun" Coffee filtration system is second to none. We were served delicious robusto coffee at all hours of the day. The Hunts pool and grounds were green and lush with carpets of flowers. Huntie's beautiful stonewall with personally collected stones by Jim and Wendy, is a sight to behold. HH on the court displayed power AND fashion know-how. I'm glad we got a chance to hang out, it was great!!!!

21st April Get-together…

I want to thank everyone for attending the get-together. It was great to see all of you.

Charlie has taken quite a few photos. I’ll merge his with the ones I took and post a link here.

Bill, thanks for the comment about needing to clear the furniture. Does that mean that we did a good job of getting enough furniture in time? :-)

Marg and Jim, we really missed you.

Love,
Nanda

Happy Easter Gathering

Lovely Nanda
E. Rabbit
Hunter the hair farmer gets clipped.
Quite a diverse group!
Elizabeth samples strawberry shortcake.

Coloring Eggs

Had some big fun tonight coloring eggs with my Ma and Jim. He was being funny and a wise-ass. You can see Mom loves it. We followed the very explicit Paas instructions.
Here is an egg I decorated to celebrate the Presidency. Jim carefully displays
it.
HAPPY EASTER TO ALL!

Why Were We in Vietnam Again?

December 1968

From Richie’s first album – 1972

This song was for Nanda, played on Thanksgiving at her house in front of her friends visiting from Europe.

Those interested in listening – TURN IT UP…
And click on the link http://www.nlchat.com/nanda/rich.mpg

It will take a bit to download, it is a 2MB file.

Enjoy!

Mystery Photo

Anyone know this guy?

Some kind of big snake?

The F----- Love G--!

Goldenrod!!

Hope & Ham

The Ham has arrived. Its resting comfortably preparing for it's big day.
Don't tell me they are bad for me, artificially sweetened, full of fakery and
nastiness. I don't care. They taste heavenly, low-fat, no sugar, no real food
value-they are perfect, thick, rich and chocolaty. I'm going to eat them every
day until its uncovered that they are really bovine growth hormones
mixed with Hershey's chocolate syrup. Is that a bad thing?

Heres Miss Prickley Pants Simpson. Shes a bit of a pack rat. She took all

these eggs apart and then filled them with odds and ends from around

the house, an old eraser, a screw, belly-button lint, a stringbean, my

diamond bracelet, some bread. She goes about her business with a

determined air, she has a plan.

Pavlova

the scooter libby show

IT WAS IN THE PUBLIC INTEREST.

thank god. i was worried our prez had told a lie.

Signs of Spring

E. Bunny and George face-off
This is what our screen looks like after repeated attacks by Mr. Horny maniac cardinal,who thinks his reflection is another horny cardinal trying to take over his territory.
Mrs. Malmquist shows off her new suit.
Bulbs from Sara and Dave's wedding bloom beautifully.
Easter's Coming.

Hope everyone had a great weekend. Sure was sweet getting outside and
working around the yard. Planted some pansies and broke up the compost
pile, which was nice and crumbly with lots of worms. I am so happy that it
is April. Inhale 4 counts, hold 1, exhale 8, hold 4, repeat until you feel more
relaxed.