Avast! Yet one more year be headin’ fer Davy Jone’s locker. So ‘fore th’ship sinks, this pack o’ scurvy dogs be wishin’ ye and yers all th’best this holiday season. And fer all ye scallywags wantin’ t’read on, here’s a peek ‘nto how th’voyage passed at th’Pittard Sea Dog Schooner.
Halloween dragged up four pirates named Pittard. That dark-haired sea spawn (Crewmate Owen) was wantin’ t’ware his pirate booty every day fer a month. And fer those who be wond’rin’, Cap’n Matt Sparrow’s grin’s no costume makeup. That missin’ pearl got yanked out ‘o his skull, consequence o’ getting’ banged up by a scurvy baseball in times o’ yore. Mind ye, come next year that grin’ll no longer sport a gap, thanks t’th’wonders of th’modern medicine man.
Speakin’ o’ baseball, ‘tis nothin’ like a good season playin’ fer the Sahuarita Saints. After cheerin’ on his Cap’n and First Mate as they pillaged the diamond, the freshest sea spawn (Crewmate Bruce) was wantin’ t’play nothin’ but baseball. That scabbard sea dog and his brother were bustin’ up th’ship knockin’ ‘round those rogue cannons. Luckily First Mate Keri could incline th’pups to relocate from th’hold t’th’deck, good weather permittin’.
Cap’n Matt towed his First Mate and Buxom Beauty along for a weekly ballroom caper. Th’lessons payed off as th’couple performed a West Coast Swing routine at th’Sahuarita Dance Center’s annual Christmas recital. At th’dress rehearsal, Crewmate Owen was watchin’ th’entire show with rapt attention. Later he was tellin’ his First Mate ‘bout “the lady with the red cheeks” that got wound up (the doll from the Nutcracker) and pantomimin’ th’stiff dance moves.
This voyage, the land lubber sea spawn found both their sea legs and their bicycle legs. First Mate Keri plundered a couple o’ Kazam Balance Bikes and now th’two sea pups be zoomin’ fore and abaft. Th’pair o’ scallywags be resemblin’ two barnacles studded t’th’stern: inseparable. Most often, we be thinkin’ ‘tis a fine arrangement. But truth be told, thare be a fair share o’ brawls t’subdue.
Cap’n Matt refused t’surrender t’new challenges aboard his merchant vessel, and received engineering honors fer th’second time. He also labored long and hard t’submit two more papers that he’ll be presentin’ at conferences in th’spring. As for First Mate Keri, several new opportunities t’tickle th’ivory surfaced, and she be glad fer the occasions t’progress ‘n perform. However, th’extra practice often irked the unfledged crewmen. Crewmate Owen was often found t’say, in an effort t’regain his First Mate’s attention. “Mom, you need to stop that. You don’t play very well.”
On a more solemn note, we sadly bade a final farewell t’several fellow crew men and women on this earthly voyage. ‘Tisn’t easy t’say goodbye t’th’ones we be callin’ family ‘n friends. But we’re not forgettin’ t’acknowledge th’hand of God in all our dealin’s. We thank Heaven for all
th’tender mercies we be receivin’ every day in ‘the face o’ rough seas.
Merry Christmas t’all ye land lubbers, and watch out fer the Jolly Roger!
Love, The Pittards (Matt, Keri, Owen-4, and Bruce-2)
Christmas, 2009
Halloween dragged up four pirates named Pittard. That dark-haired sea spawn (Crewmate Owen) was wantin’ t’ware his pirate booty every day fer a month. And fer those who be wond’rin’, Cap’n Matt Sparrow’s grin’s no costume makeup. That missin’ pearl got yanked out ‘o his skull, consequence o’ getting’ banged up by a scurvy baseball in times o’ yore. Mind ye, come next year that grin’ll no longer sport a gap, thanks t’th’wonders of th’modern medicine man.
Speakin’ o’ baseball, ‘tis nothin’ like a good season playin’ fer the Sahuarita Saints. After cheerin’ on his Cap’n and First Mate as they pillaged the diamond, the freshest sea spawn (Crewmate Bruce) was wantin’ t’play nothin’ but baseball. That scabbard sea dog and his brother were bustin’ up th’ship knockin’ ‘round those rogue cannons. Luckily First Mate Keri could incline th’pups to relocate from th’hold t’th’deck, good weather permittin’.
Cap’n Matt towed his First Mate and Buxom Beauty along for a weekly ballroom caper. Th’lessons payed off as th’couple performed a West Coast Swing routine at th’Sahuarita Dance Center’s annual Christmas recital. At th’dress rehearsal, Crewmate Owen was watchin’ th’entire show with rapt attention. Later he was tellin’ his First Mate ‘bout “the lady with the red cheeks” that got wound up (the doll from the Nutcracker) and pantomimin’ th’stiff dance moves.
This voyage, the land lubber sea spawn found both their sea legs and their bicycle legs. First Mate Keri plundered a couple o’ Kazam Balance Bikes and now th’two sea pups be zoomin’ fore and abaft. Th’pair o’ scallywags be resemblin’ two barnacles studded t’th’stern: inseparable. Most often, we be thinkin’ ‘tis a fine arrangement. But truth be told, thare be a fair share o’ brawls t’subdue.
Cap’n Matt refused t’surrender t’new challenges aboard his merchant vessel, and received engineering honors fer th’second time. He also labored long and hard t’submit two more papers that he’ll be presentin’ at conferences in th’spring. As for First Mate Keri, several new opportunities t’tickle th’ivory surfaced, and she be glad fer the occasions t’progress ‘n perform. However, th’extra practice often irked the unfledged crewmen. Crewmate Owen was often found t’say, in an effort t’regain his First Mate’s attention. “Mom, you need to stop that. You don’t play very well.”
On a more solemn note, we sadly bade a final farewell t’several fellow crew men and women on this earthly voyage. ‘Tisn’t easy t’say goodbye t’th’ones we be callin’ family ‘n friends. But we’re not forgettin’ t’acknowledge th’hand of God in all our dealin’s. We thank Heaven for all
th’tender mercies we be receivin’ every day in ‘the face o’ rough seas.
Merry Christmas t’all ye land lubbers, and watch out fer the Jolly Roger!
Love, The Pittards (Matt, Keri, Owen-4, and Bruce-2)
Christmas, 2009
2 comments:
that is so stink'n cute!! (holy moly, and clever!! how long did it take to translate all that????)
I loved this! What a cute family! And what a fun, crazy year! I'm glad to know your blog address--we'll have to keep in touch there! (I'm really bad at posting frequently . . .)
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