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Here I Am.

Yes, I am reusing an old Nerdy April holiday header. Don't judge me.

And yes, I apologize for the unintentional blog-hiatus experienced this past month.

And and yes, all of my writing juices are currently being pumped into ye old grad school papers, and therefore, you, the wonderful readers of my blog will be getting a few more picture updates than normal. Roll with me people. This will hopefully be short lived, since my picture taking skills are less than stellar.

(1) A beautiful crocheted ornament my mom made for me :-)
(2) My lame attempt at a hand-made card for the "F" this Christmas.
(3) Our purple and teal tree, although themed, it does include a purple robot and a sock monkey.
(4) Our music room decorations, these are some of my favorites.
(5) A sweet heart on the fiber optic tree, the tree itself has a story, which may or may not involve my sister puking out the door of my parent's pimpin' 1994 blue Aerostar van. Yup.
(6) Some reindeers I painted last year at my first painting party ever.
(7) And one of my most favorite-est ornaments ever...the Peanuts gang ringing handbells, complete with music box capabilities and real ringing motion!

Aww. Christmas makes me miss home.

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  1. Good to know that I am getting into the blog somehow, even through it's letting the world know that I puked out of the car.

    ~Heather

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