You are getting sleepy.....

Somewhere in this little bizzare world of ours, someone invented the subliminal message. You all know what I mean--an obviously harmless photo or object that seemingly says one thing, but there is an underlying message of great importance to be discovered. It could be as innocent as a little yard donkey pulling a wooden cart full of flowers. But, wait! What is that little yard donkey trying to tell someone? Is there a message there for those who hold the power of the blog host? I would do it, but I have no idea how. And, I struggle even posting stuff sometimes. You be the judges. Discern. Discern like the wind.

This guy's just too pretty...

But still my favorite.

Ay, Chihuahua.

Well, you know that you are getting old when your boy calls and announces that he needs to get eyeglasses. I hope he does not get contact lenses. I read of a woman who swallowed one once and made a real spectacle out of herself. Even worse, I told my wife that wearing glasses was a real pain in the u-no-whut and she said that I should wear them on my nose and I would probably see a little better. So, swallow your pride boy. Get those glasses and be prepared for your kids to eat peanut butter and jelly and wipe their greasy little mitts all over them. You are in for a long and disappointing ride. They are really a pain in the u-no-whut. However, I think you will look good in a pair just like these. I think it will give you the air of aristocracy that you lost when you lived in Eagar, Arizona. You will look erudite and philosophical. Actually, I am amused at the prospect of seeing you with the first pair. Good luck, we will see you later.

thank you everyone for making nathans birthday the best yet!

Candidates

Try this.

Nativity 2007 (Carter version)

A new star appeared and shone brightly--never uttering a peep.
The angel should have been announcing the event to the shepherds, but could not resist the photo opportunity.
One of the sheep, (the only one) kept fleecing herself. That sheepskin won't hunt.
And one of the shepherds was pacified by the good news.
The other shepherd was pacified because he got to carry a big stick. Fortunately, no sheep were hurt during this excercise in chaos.

There are others that would have been cast into the play, but Tyler was filming elsewhere and he will be there next year. Next time, we will do better.

Stay tuned, though. The wise men brought gifts too. We thought they were not wrapped, but they turned out to be rappin' wise men....so wait until the movie comes out and we will see.

Merry Christmas to all.

I.Am.Legend.

A.maz.ing.

A formal thank you.

I would like to personally express my heartfelt gratitude to all those who have served and sacrificed by giving their time to keep the graphics of this blog up to date. I stand in awe at the magnificent talents held by those members of our family who are able to design and create these fabulous headers. Keep it up, guys!

What gives??

Hey Aub, do you have something against Christmas or something? Vendetta for Santa? Did an elf once do you wrong??



No?




Then WHY, for heaven's sake, is there still a freakin' pilgrim November heading on this blog??? It's DECEMBER 20TH! You can google images just as well as the rest of us, you know!

Under Neat That

Those people at the Walmart bakery have a tough job!

We wish you a Merry Christmas!

Each and every Christmas for the past 35 years I have agonized over what little gift would be special for my wife. I find that I am not alone in this endeavor and I, like most men are blind, deaf and dumb to the little hints that are dropped during the season that would tip us off. Practically speaking, I would say go buy whatever you want and let's wrap it up. I know that doing that is not in keeping with the age-old Christmas doctrine of "put your husband in agony". I will get something, but I just do not know what it might be. I am sure she will just love it as long as it is a)from the heart and b) accompanied by a gift-return receipt in case of BMT (Bad Mental Telepathy) trying to read her mind and figure out what she might want.

I have a week. Would each of you gently inquire and let me know secretly what might and what might not work? Surely, in the quest to be perfect, there is the perfect gift at the right price and in the right color, size or degree of suffering. I am open to suggestions. You know how to reach me. My only desire is to please her as this loving husband pleased his wife as depicted in the photo.

Happy Birthday Shellie!

I was so busy yesterday that I did not have time to with Shellie a Happy Birthday. She was born over three decades ago and while the exact year is elusive to me, the fond wishes for birthday wishes are part of my day today--even though it is one day late.

Would all bloggers please describe Shellie in TWO WORDS and place them in the comment section? Please, no hyphenated words ending with "out", "up", "landish", "the-hill", or"ish". I would encourage words that are positive, uplifting, have to do with puppies or kittens or scrapbooking. Let's all make this special for her, shall we?

Here is my two-word definition of Shellie: Likes puppies!

There is a little story behind this. When she had a combined party for her girls, I bought a five pound bag of dog food to make Shellie think that we were buying the girls a dog. She had three words for me (We can save them until July 15) but two of them were "no" and "way". At least that was the message that I got, anyway. The third word was more of an unspoken glare.

Happy Thirty-whatever Birthday, Shellie! You are one great daughter and we all love you!

The Death of a Blog

It has been a good run, but the Carter Family Blog is in decline.

Also, I found this cool site. It will predict your death date. BTW, I'll be around until Aug. 5, 2058!

Gingerbread 2007

Tonight we had our annual Carter Family Gingerbread contest. Instead of doing couples, we decided to go boys against girls. Can you guess which is which?

First we have a lovely rendition of Cinderella's castle (horse drawn pumpkin carriage sold separately).



Next we have a retro 1950s style house with a '57 Thunderbird parked in the driveway.


I seem to have misplaced pictures from the past years. If anyone has them please email me a copy.

We wish you a merry Christmas.

I can see this from Robyn, with her cheerleader training and all, but WOW! Aubrey is impressive too! Check them out!

Ready for Christmas

I think I'm ready for Christmas.

For Thanksgiving, I have no teeth.

Bring on the toys and the carols.

Bring on a beautiful wreath.

I know that I'm part of a family.

That loves Christmas presents and stuff.

Since I'm such a cute little Santa.

Make sure you buy me enough.

Notice and Apology

Just wanted to put everyone on notice that it looks like the stomach flu bug is going around. Jacob was our first casualty tonight, and we are hoping that it doesn't go any further...

If you or your kids were at our house Sunday, you may be expecting some fun anytime now. I am sorry, and I hope I am wrong.

Please don't put me in charge of the turkey

Happy Thanksgiving

Aaaahhh... the good ol' days, when we had Friends.

Poor little neglected blog...

I'm looking forward to these little beauties next Sunday!! Oh, and Tyler's blessing, too... sure...