New Years at the Bunnells

I know these pictures are late, but I promised to report on the New Year, so here they are....

Mike reenacting his third grade picture where he had every baseball item he owned on at one time. I think he looks like a little league coach....

The ladies of Italian Fiesta 2008. The day after New Years Amy, Annie and Katie planned a huge Italian meal, which they had been prepping for for weeks. The night included lots of devastatingly delicious food, a viewing of "Life is Beautiful" and an Italian language lesson courtesy of Joe England.

Our very own Mussolini Mama

The cooks of Italian Fiesta 2008. Yes, Amy, Annie and Katie did make shirts for all of the women. Mine said "Michelangelo: Married to Mike"

Annie making some lovely concoction for Italian Fiesta 2008

New Years Eve we played a game where you have to pick up a kix box with your teeth. Both feet remain on the floor but nothing else (besides your head) can touch the ground. After every round more of the box is shaved off. This is what remained by the end: a flat piece of cardboard. Katie, Joe and I tied and then paid for it in bum cramps for several days afterwards.

We took a short trip to Mexico after New Years (mostly for Tacos Jr., which was closed unexpectedly. The jerk.). We strolled along the dirty beach, did a little shopping, and checked out the surf. Or at least Mike did.

One night Mike and I went for a walk along the beach just as the sun fell below the horizon. Lovely.

A D.C. memory...

This is the national Christmas tree that resides on the ellipse on the backside of the White House. We went with Em and Dave one night and basked in the lameness of the decor and got mighty toasty by the roaring flames of the yule log.

A little jed love...

Sunday School Class

Here are the kids from our Sunday school class in D.C. We're standing next to our church building.

Scottish Christmas Parade

I thought this man looked like the dad in So I Married an Axe Murderer. He pipped his heart out.

Employment is for the birds....

So, I finally scored a job working up at Church headquarters, which now means I have to get up at 5:15 to catch my bus up to SLC (I tried driving for the first week and after several near-death experiences slip-n-slidiing on the early-morning ice and snow without windshield washer fluid with which to see the outside world, I decided to do the bus thing), I have to work ALL day, I have to wear a skirt every day instead of my sesame street pajama pants, and there is no cookie jar on hand. It's like bizarro world.