2nd Pre-Halloween Party : Trunk or Treat Halloween Reloaded

What's on Nathaniel's mind?

Florida Gators?! Dave, ya killin' me!

I like the witch's smile!

Another little Roll Tider.

Cool but not trying too hard.

I was Napoleon last year. He never goes out of style.

Form your own opinions ...

Nice follow through!

Peace out ... until next year.

Funny Tag (Funny = Couch Tonight)

I might as well start fluffing the couch cushions in preparation for the backlash! :)

The Proof is in the Pixels

Remember that grainy picture I swore was a picture of Bambi and friends. Well, in the wee hours of Sunday morning I happened upon this deer threesome.

Pre-Halloween Halloween Party

Johnny Damon meets horse rancher's daughter and gets a horse as a wedding gift? Nathaniel's outfit was a mane contender for Cutest Custome Award, and I'm not horsing around. I think he would have had it cinched up if he could nay and buck.

Contest Tres ( 3 for the layperson)

Anyone want to take a crack at cracking (translating may be more appropriate) this? By the way, the last photo contest was a picture of a one time pad for literally unbreakable cryptography.

Finger Licking Good

Alternate post title would have to be "Nate's Morbid Sense of Humor." You see, we have some friends whose little girl accidentally got her finger caught in a rather large heavy door. The finger is doing well now (it required surgery!) so we thought we would make some cookies to commemerate the positive outcome!

Nathaniel's Special Day

Nathaniel's blessing was Oct. 15. It was a wonderful day for his parents and all the family and friends that came out to support him.

Auburn Upsets Florida ... Duh People!!!!

One of the most amazing games I have ever watched on TV at two different houses and listened to on the radio in between!

This refers to the Iron Bowl, where a win against Alabama will cinch #5 times in a row against them redneck bama hicks.

The man who got to watch the game in the stadium. [punk]

Need Noxious Weed Fertilizer ... Try Geese Poo

Ahhhh, the joys of home ownership. My raw, numb digits peck away at the keyboard to bring you my weekly woe. Family and friends are coming into town tomorrow for Nathaniel's blessing. We are inviting them over to our home. We ( read Raquelle ) wanted to give the impression to everyone that we didn't live in the Amazon Basin where the weeds eat the careless natives. So for nearly two hours I've been creating divets in our lawn by pulling up at least a half of dozen different types of faux grass. So we've gone from the jungle foliage to 3rd rate golf course. It's pretty bad when there are so many weeds that I was able to formulate numerous strategies on how to extract each vile variant. The picture may not look like a lot of weeds, but what the camera can't capture is the depth of the garbage bin. Also in this lovely lump is the present a gaggle of geese gave the grounds. I'm not sure why the geese graced us ( perphaps the jungle climate? ), but they overstayed their welcome. Maybe with all the poo removed and the weeds extracted, neither will come back ...

Puss in Boots and the 50 Foot Bottle

Nathaniel loves his mother a lot and while that will always ring true, he has another love that he indulges in as often as he can... his bottle. It turns the night into day, frowns into smiles, and parking tickets into winning lottery numbers. (Nathaniel is not sharing those numbers with us.) His whole body goes rigid as a 2x4 the minute he latches onto the bottle, almost like he is thinking "If I don't move a muscle, maybe this fortuitous situation won't change." He likes to grab onto a lock of hair with the left hand and help daddy hold the bottle just right with the other hand. His eyes lock onto the bottle holder with a Puss in Boots stare, saying "you wouldn't think of taking this bottle from me ..." And yet I have to do just that.
When I try to burp him ( every 2 ounces during the whole bottle) he goes ballistic. Usually I have to assure him that I'm going to give the bottle right back as soon as I'm done. I really enjoy the feeding times.

Puzzler #074

 

Anyone know what this is?

My Darkest Hour

Sometime in the third quarter I snapped this disturbing photo. Authorities have since confiscated the banner and are questioning his mother as to the source of the contraband. I have instructed them to go wherever the evidence leads them. (My ghetto Paint skills should be suspect.)

Pope-Purr-Ree-Ove-Pick-Churs

The Baby Einstein Play System really fascinates Nathaniel. He loves the lights and sounds.



Nathaniel gets into a serious mood when its time to help mommy balance the checkbook and pay the bills.



Bathtime is funtime. Mommy was laughing hysterically and kept calling Nathaniel "Issac" when he had his outfit on his head like this. Nathaniel didn't seem to mind and in turn joined in the giggles.



A few Auburn cheers helps liven the spirits.



Nap time. Don't count on it ... Nathaniel's naps average only 20 minutes (But mommy and daddy are happy he sleeps 7 hours at night, wakes up to feed, and goes down for 2 more hours). He usually falls asleep just before his mealtime. That way, when he wakes up, he knows it's time for chow.

My First Gantt Chart

Filet o' Finger

So I ran to Rite Aid to buy a razor and some shaving cream so I could get rid of a couple days worth of facial hair once I found out I had a meeting called with the HR Manager. I figured it was a sound idea to look your best for the HR department. Guess who I ran into at Rite Aid ? ... yeap the HR manager. Oh well, she saw me in all my 5 o' clock shadow glory ... ans when I went to ring up my stuff ( I was going to buy a sandwich and soda too) the cashier told me my credit card expired ... bummer ... lucky for me I had enough cash on hand ( see honey its a good idea to have a few bucks handy ) to buy the razor and shaving cream. Well I went to the bathroom and told myself don't rush the shaving job or I'd have a pizza face for my possible promotion ... The safety razor had a protective shield that wouldn't come off and I rushed opening it and it sliced a good chunk of my finger. At least my face isn't dripping blood like some horror flick.