It all started when I met Kayle.
He seemed normal enough. In fact, he seemed much cooler than me. He played in a band, owned a house, had tattoos and rode a motorcycle.
As we all know, first impressions can be deceiving. After a few months of dating this cool guy, I began to get to know the real him. Here are a couple of weird things about my seemingly perfect man:
I found out he toots during ab workouts.
And he cannot be interrupted when eating cereal.
He has no ‘favorites’; as in favorite movies, candy, or food.
He folds down his socks when he wants to be ‘casual’.
Often, he gets distracted during conversation and begins to count the number of letters in the words you are saying. For example, his favorite word(s) to count is Family Restaurant. ‘Why’, you may ask? Because there are 16 letters in this phrase and that makes 4 beats of 4. Get it? Neither do I….
At any rate, all these eccentricities pointed to the fact that he was indeed weirder than me. But it is still a close race on who reigns in the weirdness department.
And when two weirdos join forces, this is what happens.
A little funny, but not overboard. We started off innocently enough. Also, we made the firm decision that everyone we know gets a card and a picture, no exceptions. This includes but is not limited to: our friends, relatives, accountants, pastors, boss’, etc.
Sometimes, I regret this decision.
Like pretty much every year.
And then, Christmas 2002.
We were in Boston on tour with Hubby’s band. We had to make do with what we had, and this is what we chose. It’s pretty cute, I think.
Man, I loved those mittens.
By far our most normal picture to date. We took this at the Flea Market in Tulsa where we get our ornament for the year. Subsequently, I broke this ornament in 2009. Geesh….I am such a clutz sometimes.
However….Life really can take some twists and turns, can’t it?
Christmas 2004 was a tough one. No card or picture was sent out that we can recall. We were more concerned with the small explosion that happened at the end of 2004.
To commemorate the explosion, we sent this picture out for Christmas 2005. As you can see, our house blew up. It was a miracle not a soul was hurt, but that is a whole other story.
And we knew our lives and the expectations on our Christmas card pictures would never be the same.
A missions moment with the Greiman’s.
How do I explain why we decided to do this? I can’t and won’t.
Bananas in hammocks for Christmas 2008.
I wouldn’t recommend trying to drive around in one of these costumes.
Merry Poop-mas. My pastor didn’t say a word about receiving his card this year.
Christmas 2010.I have never felt more beautiful in all my life…And crazy.
Christmas 2011. We explored our Germanic roots.
What’s better than giving Satan a wedgie? Nothing, that’s what. Christmas 2012-full of heavenly humor.
2013 Christmas Card Photo. The year of the dork.