Friday, December 31, 2010

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Collected Old Family Pictures of my Griffin Family

I LOVE looking at old family pictures... Here's a bunch I got of my mom's family that I love. It's a neat experience to see my Grandma's personality through the pictures since I never got to meet her and see how handsome my Grandpa was when he was young and so on....

Great Grandma Viola, Mom, and Grandma


Lowell, Jeff

Mom, Uncle Lowell, Uncle Jeff
Great Grandpa Ivan was a principal for a high school
Great Grandpa Ivan
Great Grandpa Ivan
Grandpa and Uncle Paul

Griffin Family

Grandparent's wedding

Great Grandpa Ivan Griffin

Grandpa and Grandma


Grandpa and his family


Grandpa and Grandma

Grandparent's Wedding

More Wedding


Mom, Uncle Lowell, Uncle Jeff

Grandma, Great Grandma Viola, Grandpa

Uncle Jeff
Uncle Lowell

Wedding Day
Aunt Viola, Uncle Jerry, Grandma, Grandpa, ?


Grandparents honeymoon

Grandpa, Grandma, Mom
Uncle Jeff, Uncle Lowell

Grandpa on his mission

Grandpa and Grandma

Mom and Uncle Jeff

Grandpa and Grandma
Scheink Generation picture
Great Grandma Viola, Grandma, Mom, and Grandpa

Grandpa on his mission in France

My Mom and Uncle Jeff

Grandma and Grandpa with Mom

Griffin Side Generation Picture
Grandpa and Uncle Paul
Grandma, Mom, Great Grandma Martha, and Great Grandpa Ivan

My Mom and Uncle Jeff

Mom and Uncle Jeff

Grandma and Grandpa

Friday, December 24, 2010

T'was the Night Before Christmas

This is THE CLASSIC Christmas Eve story and I love hearing it every year :)

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.

His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

i want...

it's from here
It is a sad fate for a man to die too well known to everyone else and still unknown to himself
- Sir Frances Bacon

Monday, December 20, 2010

Mermaid Lagoon

I LOVED the mermaids from Peter Pan as a kid. I thought they were so pretty so I decided to draw them

Friday, December 17, 2010