I am obsessed with my family. The entire extended lot of them. The are crazy, artistic, entrepreneurial, and they can shake a leg, cut a rug and rock out with the best of them! All from two people who fell in love 50 some odd years ago…(another reason for massive pro-creation!) Change happens and we don’t all meet for Christmas at the Farm anymore now that G and G are official snowbirds but on an all too rare occasion we get together (and dance). This year’s rare occasion? The wedding of my beloved, beloved cousine Jennifer. Why didn’t I get married at the farm???
P.S. Be sure to push pause on Edith Piaf over on the right!
I think, when I leave here at the end of this week…I’ll drive straight to your house with iLife ’08 in hand, and we’ll just play for a couple days straight. Or better yet, how about Labor Day in our back yard? Your words, photos, and music are perfect.
It looks as if you all had a wonderful time. Big family weddings … what could be better?
How funny you said that – I ordered it this morning!!!!!!!!!
I just miss you…..
Hey??? I thought you were pregnant!!! How’s come you look so skinny??
Wish I was a part of the Frey clan! (well, we ARE all sisters in the Lord, now aren’t we!!!???)
Skinny? Stop making nasty jokes. Someday I will be skinny, for now I am just round all over – and with 4 months to go…ugh.
Say it with me now,
“You’re not fat, your pregnant.
You’re not fat, your pregnant.
You’re not fat, your pregnant.
Wow. The same typo three times in a row. Pathetic.
Don’t have many scrapbooks, and I can only boast 6 megapipsqueaks, but I will lay claim to the creative twist of shooting the farmgirls’ barefeet gracing the dancefloor….sreaming above the “hip- hop- dance- til- dawn- enthusiasts”, I shouted “hey Ben shoot the feet”….everyone else followed suit.
Lay claim all you want Ma 🙂
I came up with that one on my own. I didn’t hear you. Great minds…