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Day 4: Twelve Days of Christmas with the Rentz Girlsâ„¢
Already working the double chin.
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Day 3: Twelve Days of Christmas with the Rentz Girlsâ„¢
I look like I’m afraid I’m about to get eaten by a monster.
Day 2: Twelve Days of Christmas with the Rentz Girlsâ„¢
Now there’s two of us. And that lamp!
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Day 1: Twelve Days of Christmas with the Rentz Girlsâ„¢
Hey, there’s that lamp again.
I know what you’re thinking. I keep talking about the Rentz girls but so far there is just one.
Don’t worry. On Day 2, there will be girls.
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Day Ø: Twelve Days of Christmas With The Rentz Girls™
Story of my life I got interrupted in the middle of this and now I’m in a big hurry.
I was born 5 days after Christmas so this is my first Christmas-ish. I wish we still had that chair and that lamp. That stocking still exists, it’s in bad shape and I’m not 100% sure where it is, but we still have it.
Vintage
I have a situation so I don’t have time for a normal post.
Here’s another sister goofy face and Mom with tiny waist and me in the background. Plus applied Photoshop tutorial.
I originally typed that “tiny waste.” I need to do a post about my lost ability with homonyms. I also find myself mistaking its and it’s on a regular basis.
Haven’t even hit 50 yet and the brain cells are a’shriveling.
Turkey Day Is Here
In honor of Thanksgiving. Lefty was my great-uncle, my grandfather’s younger brother. I’d like to point out that none of the get-up in that photo is traditional to our tribe. I think Aunt Genie was a Montana Indian so we can cut them a little slack.
Meanwhile, I drank the Kool Aid! I’m spatchcocking.
I’ll let you know how it turns out.
Goofy Face
It’s been awhile since I did a sister goofy face photo.
This photo has so much awesome stuff going on it in it, I can hardly stand it.
Both my and my sister’s faces. My socks and no shoes. The woodpile. My cousin Kathy in my Mom’s lap. My Mom’s Carol Brady hair. Norska, the dog. The antenna on the lawn.
I talked to my sister this morning and I forgot to warn her that the “Twelve Days of Christmas with the Rentz Girls”™ is happening next month.
I think I’m going to start with the youngest. And on Xmas Day I’ll get a photo of us in our awesomely mature advanced state. Stay tuned!
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California Girls
1973. Me and my sister on the slip and slide.
This summer, the kids across the street got a similar thing and I heard them out there squealing and laughing one afternoon.
This morning I bought 150 bulbs, half tulip and half daffodil. Take a second to jot down your guess for how long it takes before I whine about buying all these bulbs. When I do that post you can see how close you were.
One of the problems is I need to do some major excavation out front to make space for the bulbs. I don’t mind yanking the old dried up stuff out but the problem is that as soon as there is open dirt, all the cats from miles around shit there. The past couple of years I’ve gotten into the habit of leaving all the dead stuff in until spring.
But also, 150 – yikes. Then I have to wait all winter before I can enjoy the results of my work. Worse case scenario I’ll just dig one big hole and dump them all in.
Sixteen Years!
Here Bob is pretending to drop cake in my face. He didn’t really. And there was no cake smushing.
Guess what I’m doing for my wedding anniversary?
Going to a Timbers game. My honey gets to sit in general admission while I sit in my reserved seats with ticket partner. Romantic, huh? This is a huge game against our rivals the Vancouver Whitecaps.
You might be wondering why I haven’t been talking about the Timbers as much as I used to. You might have thought I’d grown bored with it or moved on to other interests.
Nope. I’ve got a post in draft talking all about the Timbers. You’ll know it all soon.
Last night we went through our photo album and guestbook. Lots of terrific memories but we’ve lost a lot of people. Every time we turned a page we were reminded of someone else. Here we are with our Grandmas. Both gone.
Here’s how I found my car when we left the wedding site. As I recall I went back to work that week and then we left for our honeymoon at Labor Day. We went to Bumbershoot and then to the San Juan Islands and Victoria, BC.
This is the guestbook. For the inside we took Polaroids of all the guests and had them sign.
My cousin Jennifer (she’s the one in this photo) was very persistent and walked around during the reception to make sure she got everyone in there.
This is us on the first page.
It fun was fun to go through it. People we don’t see very often. Little kids who are in college now. All our favorite people together.
Great day. Now let’s go Timbers!
