Which one?!?!-OR-Both seem essential. It's freezing, and I have no tunes. Oh and of course both cost the exact same.
Isn't George adorable?!?!Greg is a bit more kissable though ;)
Family time is always learning-experience time. In visits past, I have learned lots about my mom's fridge, my sister's maelstrom bedroom and its bizarre item-devouring abilities (speaking of which I lost Greg's presents in there for 3 days and my mom finally found them this morning), tractors, etc. The one overriding theme of all these visits is that Mom is the butt of all jokes. - Mom Remaly, Mom Court, Mom Rohrbach (that's my mom), mom mom mom is the one to get teased.Well.This time, I learned that big sister is also allowed to be the butt of almost all jokes, even when my mom is in the room....
Last night might have been my favourite Christmas Eve in years! We had 20-25 people, including a couple of ridiculously cute kids who sadly are of no relation to me, although the little boy is named Nathaniel just like my brother. And for you horse-racing fans out there, his dad is trainer Scott A. Lake. Paula was here and gave us the scoop on the Hollywood writer's strike and the extent to which reality shows are really scripted. And lots of people were somehow enthralled with my tri-geek talk... Speaking of which, enough yammering, on to the photos:...
I just beat Greg at wrestling, like I always do, thusly I get to sit and blog while he helps his mom set the table for brunch! Remaly family Christmas is going great so far, as is my little Charlottesville-visitation-and-reminiscing trip. Highlights of the trip thus far include:- Riding Tango, which was so much fun! Greg came to the barn with me so that I could teach him how to groom and tack up a horse and, more importantly, so that he could document the event. Here I am in borrowed boots, borrowed tack, borrowed chaps, and a borrowed ...
Today we went to The Barracks, the farm where I used to ride here in Charlottesville. There weren't a whole lot of horses that were also there during my era 5 years ago, but my favourite pony, Splash, was still very large and in charge. He's named Splash because there is a splash of white on his belly. He's fantastic.Tomorrow I get to ride! I haven't ridden since 2002. I am so excited, I miss it so much.
This sunset occurred at 4:15 p.m.!
We watched this great show on BBC America last night (yes still watching TV... ugh) but anyway Top Gear is really cool for a car show. Ewan McGregor was on, and I learned that he was Obi-Wan Konobi in the recently filmed Star Wars movies, and I further learned a. how to spell Obi-Wan and b. that he is the only character who is in all five six Star Wars movies. Anyway they had Ewan drive a car around a track for the show, and he was a bit nervous and he stalled on film. Then later they had the car soccer. I now want ...
I write this from relatively tropical Reno - we did indeed see the beginnings of a big snowstorm at lake-level this morning so Greg and I hightailed it out of there. Flight is tomorrow morning, so I have tons of time to blog between now and then. No single huge story to report, just a few little ones:1. My back is actually getting better. Advil, ice, rest, and a little vicodin to get me through the worst bits... So this means I am on track to start swimming again on Wednesday, which coincidentally is the day we arrive in Charlottesville. We will swim at the UVA pool. Greg's dad is a coach there. A swim coach. He's going ...
Tuesday marks the official beginning of our Christmas Vacation - we are flying east for 12 days! But there is some fast-moving winter-snowdumper on its way here so we will probably drive down to Reno tomorrow morning and stay with a friend for the night. I am soo excited about the trip for some reason, I guess I am ready for a good dose of family interactions, trivial pursuit, and eggnog!!!I swiftered all the floors so the cat sitter won't think we are slobs, I bathed the kitty one last time, I cleaned the fish tank, I did laundry, and now I am sitting on the couch trying to summon the motivation to actually pack. For one thing ...
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