The Mayor announcing us Husband and Wife.

Wanna Dance?

This should cheer everyone up...
No more holiday blues. For those of you who have already seen this, act suprised and laugh again.

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Merry Christmas!

This Christmas afternoon down in Hatboro, PA, amongst many guests and lots of youngsters, we had these four fine females; another four generational photo like the great pic below. Here we have Sarah Grace Wells, her niece (my mother-in-law) Betsy Miller, Laura Simpson, and Elizabeth Mary Shaffer Simpson (utterly exhausted here after nearly 12 hrs. of candy and cupcake consumption, to say nothing of the plethora of gifts bestowed upon her by a wide range of admirers.)

Nups

Nanda and Dick,

Nice ceremony and great party! Thanks for inviting us. Schwartzie was a real piece of work

Time for Holiday Blues?

If you feel such a condition coming over you, we recommend closing your eyes, and indulging in a pleasantly relaxed moment.

Yes, we look OK here. We've opened our gifts and eaten large amts of candy and cookies. Can the Xmas blues be far behind? No! To delay the doldrums we're off to several parties where we'll ingest more sweets and fats and imbibe unhealthy quantities of alcohol. 'Tis the season to be jolly, and we need to keep it going until New Year.

Women with Character

Note the faces on these four generations of women. Great grandma, Grandma, Mother, and Daughter. They're classics. Steely yet soft. They've seen it. Even the little one. Gotta love 'em.


Jim

Congratulations Nanda and Ricky

We all went to Ricky's for the nuptials on Friday, Dec. 22. It was a great time as we welcomed Nanda into our family and she welcomed us into hers.


The new couple with Ted and Pete.

Ricky toasts his new bride.

Pete and Nanda.

Marg, Mary and Laura enjoy the festivities.

I hope someone will post some better pictures. Most of mine were out of focus.

Meet the Hunk o' the Month

Don't tell The Hunk I posted this. He's trying to keep it quiet.

Merry Christmas from Maine

Hey Everyone! Take a look at these good lookin' carolers. We marched through downtown Portland, singing our favorite Christmas tunes on Sunday. We were so impressive that an audience began to gather and before we knew it, the paparazzi were snapping photos left and right. This particular photo will be used for our official CD cover for Christmas 2006. We are available to appear at your next holiday shin-dig, so book us while the gettin's good.

We hope your holidays are bright and filled with song.
Cheers!
Sara & The Rest Of My Fam.

Christmas Around the House

This is my new excellent cooking assistant. She unwrapped 48 Andes mints and then placed them carefully on the still hot cookie as instructed.
Quick and thorough clean-up, am I running a cookie sweat-shop?
In the Village many of the townspeople think the snowbabies look like aliens but are too polite to say so.

Merry Christmas!

Your Hosts for the Annual Simpson Holiday Gathering!

Whineyville

I have been thinking about whining (or whingeing, as the Brits say) since I've been laid up with the flu, and I have put some of my thoughts to country western tunes because, let's face it, they are TOPS when it comes to down and out, and then I put together this list of true titles of genuine country western songs. I will only list 10 here, in the hopes that it will perhaps spur others to add as they see fit. I begin with my dad's favorite:
1. It's Awfully Hard to Be Humble When You're Perfect In Every Way
2. Come Out of the Wheatfield, Nellie, You're Going Against the Grain
3. How Can I Get Over You Till You Get Out from Under Him?
4. There Ain't Enough Room in My Fruit of the Looms to Hold All My Love For You
5. You Done Stomped On My Heart (and You Mashed That Sucker Flat)
6. Beauty Is Only Skin Deep, But Ugly Goes Clean to the Bone
7. Get Off the Stove, Grandma, You're Too Old to Ride the Range
8. I Went Out on a LImb and Fell Off the Family Tree
9. I Gave Her My Heart and a Diamond, And She Clubbed Me with a Spade
10. I'd Rather Pass A Kidney Stone than Another Night with You

Sleep-Over

This past weekend we babysat Hunter and Hope while Thatcher and Susan spent the weekend at Mohunk House in New Paltz, NY. Actually it was tag-team babysitting as Rob and Lynn (their maternal g-parents) took the first shift and we took over on Saturday. Our first outing was to Viva Mexico where we enjoyed a delicious dinner. H & H generally complete their meal here with giant bunuelos. I'm not sure I'm spelling it correctly but you get the picture,fried, heavily cinnamon-sugared tortillas with vanilla ice cream and light molasses sauce-YUMMY. They are not into sharing this, as Jim quickly found out.

Sunday we attended "Christmas in Belvidere" which turned out to be Santa in a gazebo with Sponge Bob Square Pants and The Grinch in attendance. When Hunter was asked by Santa what he wanted for Christmas he gave his standard reply " a Krugerand". "Okay" says Santa. "and how about you little girl?" Hope was a bit suspicious of the old boy. "Hes just a helper Santa" she says dismissively. Although it wasn't the big event as promised in the papers, we discovered that the town has a coin shop which luckily was not opened. Hunter aka "Coin Boy" is totally obsessed. All he wants for Christmas is a gold ducat, or a golden eagle or a Pillar Dollar.
We proceeded to the Humdinger Alpaca Farm where Hope, aka Tasmanian Devil tried to catch one. We had a great time but I must admit by late Sunday afternoon I was pretty tired. Hunter calls me "Old Granny" sometimes. Boy I felt it.

Let Me Be the First

I'm sick of it. This getting old crap is killing me.
I wake up with pains. Lay down with pains.
Various pains all the doo dah day.
Yup. We Boomers is gettin old.
And we don't like it one bit.
Nope. We're not going gently off into the sunset.
We're gonna complain the whole damn way.
At least I am.
Eyerack be damned. I gotta pain in my neck, another in my back, and third in my knee, and my wee wee don't work so good.
My libido and my teeth - they're a whole nother story.
Boys and girls. It appears that My Generation's bodies are running down. Wearing out as it were.
Phase 3 has begun.
I guess we just gotta sucked it up. At least we'll all go down together.
So. I open the floor for discussion of bunions, toothaches, aches in general, and complaints of all types.

Jim

hangin at the village with smokin bill simpson

as part of my community service for driving while under the influence of too many cold medications i was sent to The Village, a dreary place where we send the old folks. but during a recent visit i stumbled upon smokin bill simpson who you may remember once dominated the middleweight boxing scene in north central new jersey. in one wild night smokin bill beat and battered ernie 'brown' macleod, sam 'the enforcer' barnes, george 'the fightin german' otterbein, and dyer 'the king of the clear stuff' weed. oh how that man could fight.

he's just a shell of his former self now, hunched and slow-of-foot, but i saw that old twinkle in his eye just before he landed a nice left uppercut on my right jaw.

"thanks smokin bill," i told him. "i'll take that one to my grave."