‘stache that keeps my nose from getting too ground down by the grindstone. I’m spreading my wings in the new year and taking over the newspaper, including using this new fangled interweb to put things online(?).

We moved my mom into new digs this year — going from 4200 to 1500 square feet — that are decked out and we are keyed that she’s living closer and things are solid. It’s another crashpad for the boys too, with groovy baking sessions. She’s working on her ministry courses and enjoying a wicked new life.

Gail, Erica’s mom, lost her own mom this year. We all hung tough and instead of dwelling on the past, we decided to pull together as an entire family and jet to Disneyland this coming summer. We also celebrated her 65th with a spiffy happening with all her friends and family.

Pa Boot, Erica’s pop, is still getting back to nature with his lawncare business with the older grandkids. He’s looking to redo the kitchen and even get his cherry carshop in the backyard soon.

The last of my grandparents sailed into the sunset as Eric finally got his 50’ yacht and has joined his bride in the sky. My dad generously passed on some green, so Erica will also get her new kitchen next year.

We were generous to ourselves too this year and took a righteous first trip to Vegas. We were rockin’ out every night and enjoyed the scene so much that we are cuttin’ out and heading back again soon.

Have a blast this season with the beautiful people and all our blessings for the holidays and the year.

rsfindley@gmail.com(?)

INTHIS topsy turvy time where one moment you are on the top of the world and the next some secretary’s running you over with a lawnmover, we’ve been keeping a firm grip on our sidecars and whiskey sours. I’m pleased to say that life this year has been a blast for all the beautiful people in our lives. We are a little pooped with the home all decked out for the holidays, but will still clue you in on how copasetic things are for our family.

The little woman still gets her kicks with bringing home the bread four days a week. She’s still a ball to be around, has some wicked curves that drive me insane (you can catch them on the flipside), and she knows how to keep the ankle biters in line — so, I won’t be kicking her to the curb anytime soon. She’s most jazzed to get some new fangled air book(?) from the fat dude with the cool rags this year.

Devon is no slouch in his second year of high school, in the same building with his old man. While he is growing into a hunk hitting 6’, he is enough of a dork that it keeps most skirts away. He has been groovin’ with his hippie guitar, even polishing his pipes with musical theatre for a second year.

Gavin continues to be killer in Scouts, and kicked it old-school in Alberta for the Canadian Jambouree. He rarely loses his cool these days and is quite the hot dog with MC-ing the happenings at his school. He’s now in the groove and quite the Warhol, even looking to join his bro in high school next year, yet in the outta-sight Art program.

For me, my chrome dome is still polished and joined by the occasional

FOUREVER FAMILYretro Edition

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Since 2012 was such a downer that I kissed off sending Xmas cards, I thought this year I would harken back to hipper days to clue you in on the latest scene. Hopefully you won’t go ape and change the channel as we enjoy a retro Christmas, à la MADMEN

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