Merry Christmas!

January 2, 2010

We tried to send out Christmas card this year.  We designed them.  Printed various versions.  And were planning on putting together our mailing list, when suddenly we had no time left.  And now it’s January.  Oops!

So I’m going to post our Christmas cards here for the world to see.

Here’s the front:

And here’s the inside:

Onward to a delightful 2010!


December 17, 2009

Who doesn’t love watching Christmas specials on TV at Christmas time!?  You?  You don’t? You can go sit over in the corner.  The rest of us are going to watch some nostalgia.

Make some steaming hot chocolate, grab a plate of warm Christmas cookies, gather the whole family around the laptop, and enjoy:

Good night and good Christmas!

P.S. I can’t find Rudolph the Red–Nosed Reindeer, How The Grinch Stole Christmas, or The Year Without Christmas.  If anybody knows where they’re hiding, please let me know.  Thanks!  We *could* buy them I suppose.  The old-fashioned way – on DVD!


December 17, 2007

My momma sent me this pic today of their backyard.   It’s a very different scene than MY backyard.

Winter in Ontario

But Ryan and I built a mountain out of fake snow and a tunnel and then we ran a train through it. Oh! And the whole thing surrounds our happy little three-foot fake Christmas tree. So it’s our little winter wonderland in Hollywoodland. Here’s a pic…


And another…



December 5, 2007

…from the young and squeaky-clean Adam Sandler.


November 30, 2007

It’s time to enjoy this (at least) two year old video that has almost become a yearly tradition for me.  Two years ago, I stumbled across it and it made me laugh and smile and giggle with glee for about 15 minutes.  Then I bought the CD.  Please enjoy responsibly.

The YouTube Wizards in Winter Video.


November 27, 2007

I’ve been a good girl this year. Ask Ryan! I learned how to make lattes and cappuccinos and I learned all about the business side of the film industry! I wrote a screenplay and did some voicework! I also 1st AD’ed several short film projects!!

Because I’ve been a good girl and a good wife, I’d like to suggest the following toys for your giving pleasure:

  1. digital SLR camera (canon or nikon, I’m not picky)
  2. new mummy bag for camping (20’F or below)
  3. terrycloth bathrobe
  4. Barnes & Noble gift card
  5. REI gift card
  6. Best Buy gift card
  7. long tank tops
  8. stopwatch for running (small and simple)

I’ll add new gift ideas as I think of them.

Thanks Santa! And Merry Christmas!!

Youthfully yours,



October 22, 2007

I made two pumpkin pies for a soirée. Then I carved the pumpkin. Here’s a picture! Note the Cool-Whip(r) and the bowl of yet-to-be-roasted pumpkin seeds…pa210040.jpg

I must note that I learned you should roast the seeds pretty soon after rinsing them, because they tend to stick together.  Also, the pies were gobbled up!


October 2, 2007

Photos are up!

Here’s a few select ones to wet your appetite…

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OUR Memorial Day

May 28, 2007

So last night at church we had a potluck – sort of our ‘beginning of summer, celebrate the three day wknd, let’s have fun every few months’ sort of thing. It was great fun, and several of us guys were able to totally reorganize and clean up Terry’s shed, in addition to experiencing all manner of grilled delicacies.

At some point, we learned of a rapidly hatching plot by the Siebelaners and Monroes to hit the beach first thing in the morning today (so as to avoid the inevitable LA syndrome of ‘we drove an hour and we’re still late and now there’s no where to park’ which strikes most of us at least once a month and much more often when going to the beach on summer holidays). At any rate, Gillian got excited and we decided to join in, so did a few others, and I resigned myself to the idea that I didn’t really need to work a full day today and that half a day would be good.

Memorial Day

So, the beach was great fun. Gillian demonstrated her Canadian indemnity against cold by swimming and playing in ocean water which was so cold that it literally caused me so much pain I couldn’t stand in it, not even ankle-deep. My wife is the cutest penguin ever, and I am apparently a wuss.

On the way home, we decided to stop by Peet’s to pick up some coffee and so Gillian could check on her schedule. Then we found out about a bbq being hosted by one of Gillian’s coworkers in Bel Air. In case you don’t know, that’s where all the rich people have fabulous houses with sweeping views of Los Angeles. Gillian got excited, and I got flustered: being a Fritzsche, I am a very big fan of formulating and then executing plans, with as little unforeseen change as possible. Having planned since the previous day to go to the beach and then to work for four hours, I was sure I couldn’t possibly afford the opportunity-loss in income engendered by not working and mostly just felt confused by the world. But Gillian pointed out that it’s a holiday and that I should relax, and I got over it and we went to the bbq, where we met a whole bunch of really fun and really artsy people and played cards and swam and talked about the business and ate amazing hamburgers in a fabulous house built on the side of a hill with a sweeping view of LA. The best part was that this house is owned by Gillian’s friend’s grandpa, who apparently built and decorated it while the Brady Bunch was on the air, and saw no need to update it with the latest Ikea has to offer. So, it was an amusing contrast – one of the most hoity-toity neighborhoods in America, but a house that felt more like a middle-American home than a monolithic monument to modernism (a common theme in wealthy LA houses).

We ended our day early and I’m going to bed before 11pm. Which of course, always makes me very happy. I like to think that we celebrated the freedom bought by the blood of our grandfathers in Europe and the Pacific in a way befitting the holiday, which is in and of itself an interesting study in American culture that I have not the resources or energy to explore at this time. Suffice to say, we as a culture celebrate the fact that we were not conscripted into Nazism by grilling hot dogs at the beach. I think that’s fascinating.