hear your own bells ring ting tingling, NO FREE RIDES!!

well another holiday has come and gone. For some reason reminiscing just two days after new years feels like that we're that friend who keeps bringing up some played out inside joke, but reminisce we will. If we were to pick a theme for this year's holiday season it would be "the things dreams are made of". For example Richard is an avid "garage sale vinyl" collector. Nothing rare or special, just crappy records that were pressed in the millions ("Thriller","I'm the rapper, He's the DJ", "Sesame Street Fever"... he's got them all), but he keeps wearing out his record players. So Kim, the loving and aware wife she is, decided to order him a more expensive "record player" online. Of course Kim didn't know that there are two things record players are now used for: playing those old 45's and helping skinny white boys with no musical talent pick-up girls at night clubs by moving a record back and forth in a rhythmic pattern known as "scratching"... and there are two separate types of record players made for each purpose. So this x-mas Richard unwrapped a brand new Gem-sound Dj turntable, which he loves. So now Richard dreams nightly of cooking it up on the wheels of steel.* Kim on the other hand, discovered last week that Mitt Romney has five dashingly good looking sons. So she has decided she is going to try to get them to pose for a "sons of the president?" calender and get it published by Deseret Book. It's hard to say whether she now dreams of all the money she is going to make, or just being surrounded by the five hottest Mormon guys who are not currently in an a cappella group with a whimsical name. Another big event is both Powelsons got really sick because Richard's brother decided that using germ warfare was going to be the only way he could win Simpson's jeopardy... jerk... So spending hours prostrate on the couch helped Kim decide she wanted to finally join the masses, and watch all three seasons of Lost before the Jan 31st. Well she got hooked and we started watching like 5-6 episodes in a row. The result was we were both suffering from massive Jungle dreams, so we've lowered our dosage. Anyways, to all that we saw over the holidays, it was good to see you, except Greg, who is a jerk... And to all that we didn't get to see, we hope you had a great holiday... 2008 is the year of big things.

*to just flame Richard's thug-life fire, Richard asked for a warm-up suit (it was because we recently joined a gym). so Kim got him this awesome polyester Adidas track suit. Then because Richard like cloth hats, she bought him this hat that looks like something from newsies, but if you flip it around it looks like a kanga rip-off... yep, that's right, three wonderful gifts, all with accidental hip-hop flavor... good thing he did not ask for a new clock, she may have attached it too a gold chain and hung it around Richard's neck.