The Lost Art of Air-drumming

Here's what I do when I'm left alone with a boombox, Nelly Furtado and some cardboard (for all those Breakin' 2: Electric Boogaloo fans out there)



I've never seen anyone else airdrum like that before, but my parents have told stories about their friend Em and her air-instrument skills. They say that they are sure she would proud.

All I can say is that I've been watching this and practicing a lot:





Merry Christmas!

HoHoHo

Let's see... this is my first update for a while. Well, I guess we were busy with the move and... yada, yada, yada... Christmas is almost here!

I'm kidding of course. Here's what you've more or less missed. We had some serious cleaning to do to get the house ready to sell:



Here's me cleaning my bedroom. Yeah... you thought I was in the nursery... so did SRS.

Here's Daddy doing his part around the new place:


I hope I grow up to be just like Daddy. He's pretty amazing.

Then there was the Christmas parade downtown. Some kids roughed me up over some candy that was getting thrown about, but I still made out alright. Here's a shot of the the downtown holiday decorations:



Then there was the Last Supper, a.k.a. Thanksgiving dinner (special guest appearance by Jesus):


A brief stint in Arkansas:


Those are some funky lookin' locals if you ask me.

And then our very first live Christmas tree. After hours of marching around in the freezing cold at a fancy Christmas tree farm, we finally found the perfect tree... later at Home Depot. Don't you just love it!



A regular old Griswold-family Christmas tree!

Well, enjoy your Christmas, and see you in three months!

JP(II?)