hold the tinsel, please

28 11 2010

You can tell a lot about people by the way they handle four things:
a rainy day, the elderly, lost luggage, and tangled christmas lights.

Today I got to handle two of the above four… I solo-hung the lights on our Christmas tree with the “back seat driver” help of my grandparents, parents, and siblings.

Ah, the sacrifices we Christmas tree light-hanging perfectionists make.

Luckily, no strand was too tangled and all input was taken into account with the necessary branches/lights being adjusted to the satisfaction of all.

Bring on the holiday season: Part 1 of the prep is out of the way and open for enjoyment.



My heart is dancin’, to a November tune…

28 10 2010

Okay, I know it’s not November, yet, but I am just so excited about going up to DC this weekend and seeing actual leaves with true fall colors, not the brown rust ones that currently grace our trees and ground.  Yay!

I’ll be heading up with the cousins and the honorary cousin to see two of my favorite people, watch Cack beat a few Marines in the MCM, and dance the night away in a totally DC hip, cultural way.

Also, to eat breakfast here.  What can I say, I’m a Miltenberger – I describe trips by the food we ate.  Don’t judge me…


Here are a few pics of the fall foliage I am expecting/hoping to see.  Also, a few of the people who will be gracing the updated versions in a few days.  Enjoy!




love ’em…

24 10 2010

I love my brothers.












They keep it real, they enjoy each other, and they make me feel special.














Thanks boys.


*I’ve got a couple hundred other reasons for loving them, but a sister’s got to save some stuff for future birthday cards and wedding toasts, you know…

[insert Tarzan yell here]

9 09 2010

Last night while babysitting my cousin Addie’s children, we watched one of the original Tarzan films.  Now, one would expect the early filmmakers to be chaste and to deftly skirt around sensitive subjects and images.  Not so, my friends, not so.  This was the conversation Lu and I had during Jane’s nude swim [!!!!] with Tarzan:

Lu:  Why isn’t she wearing any undies?

Me: Um, they don’t wear undies in the jungle.

Lu: But, but why don’t they wear undies in the jungle?

Me: Mmmm.  Because they get dirty and they don’t have a washing machine to clean them.

Lu ponders her follow-up question while I skip to the next animal attack scene.

Keep ’em on Jane, keep ’em on.