super-ring, i mean, bowl sunday

it's official, folks. check out the hardware.

hey, cort...

thanks for the sweet header.

the birthday king

it was the big man's birthday on monday and we decided to party it up, medieval style. there was jousting, knighting, and eating of chicken off the bone with your hands. what more could you ask for when turning the big 2-9. on a side note, i think i'm going to start wearing crowns full-time. it's a good look for me.

new year. new look.

the holidays were a blast. frank's parents were here from ecuador and stayed at my house for a whole week. keep in mind that i do not habla the espanol. yikes. most of the time, it worked out. i got lots of new "ethnic" recipies and never knew what my kitchen was really missing...a rice cooker. fashioned by the gods, i say. his sis has the christmas pics on her camera, but here are a few from our new year's eve. yep, that's me. dancing.



we're pretty much the cutest.


the anos viejos...if you're that interested, google it.

just a few more pics

 

 

 

 

a colonial thanksgiving

we decided to rock thanksgiving ye olde school this year in colonial williamsburg, va. we had an awesome time, saw lots of fun stuff, and ate lots of good food. the weather was great and i even got a little sunburned, which mr. i-was-born-on-the-equator couldn't understand. i had to explain the delicacy of pasty-white skin. he never knew how good he had it. here's a random sampling of the large amount of photos taken. i'm really good at saying "would you mind taking a photo for us? thanks so much"...

in front of the governor's palace. love the pomegranate christmas wreaths


thanksgiving in the powatan indian village, or the food of frank's people


thanksgiving at james fort, or the food of my people


the real thanksgiving dinner at kings arms tavern


on the james river


ye olde good times.

life goes on.

*warning - this could be intense*

this is what damien used to say whenever something tragic would happen. like missing a note in his favorite chopin nocturne...life goes on. or spilling some of his delicious skittles...life goes on. or when i'd lament about not being able to go shoe shopping because i had to go to class...life goes on. or the night before he died...becca, life goes on.

i always hated hearing that with a passion because sometimes, life didn't go on. at least 3 years ago it didn't seem too. in fact, i tried everything to make it stop. but even against my stubborn will, life does go on. i will not say it's been easy, or even pleasant. it's been the most difficult thing i've ever dealt with, and sometimes, not so gracefully. but i would have done it all again and i know that damien is proud of who i've become. heck, i'm proud of who i've become.

so, thanks again D for reminding me that life, does indeed, go on.



i'll be loving you always...