I came home to an incredible explosion of baby stuff and flowers and balloons and cards.
It was so wonderful, I only wish I could bring the baby home with me, too.
10.15.2006
10.13.2006
10.12.2006
9.05.2006
First time in a Men's Room
Ken found this little guy in the campground Men's Room and since the place was dead empty, I spent a half hour chasing it around before catching it and putting it out on a tree.
9.04.2006
7.11.2006
10-4 Good Buddy
We had to rent a little truck to bring the baby furniture and pool table home. We stopped at a rest stop to snooze and Ken parked in the truck lot with the big boys.
7.03.2006
Eleven Pounds of Cherries!
We invested in a cherry pitter. Useful gadget when you have Eleven...Pounds...Of...Cherries. So far, we've made 2 cherry pies and these cheese blintzes with sour cream and cherries.
7.02.2006
6.25.2006
I'm Your Buddy
I have long said that I have a special tattoo across my forehead, visible only to crazy people, lunatics, schizophrenics, and the like. It says, "Hey...I'm your buddy."
Take, for example, this fellow. He marched right past 25 other people seated in an outdoor ceremony commemorating the 60th anniversary of Grandma and Papa Biscuit, smack in the middle of the service, stopped right in front of me, and asked that I take his picture. With my camera. Now we're buddies.
Take, for example, this fellow. He marched right past 25 other people seated in an outdoor ceremony commemorating the 60th anniversary of Grandma and Papa Biscuit, smack in the middle of the service, stopped right in front of me, and asked that I take his picture. With my camera. Now we're buddies.
6.20.2006
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