Feed Me!

Just to show you what an 8-month old (almost 9-month old) can do to an innocent piece of corn on the cob...

Holy Double Post Batman!

This post has double duties -

Number 1: To show everyone how cute Carter is!
Number 2: To show everyone his new teefers!



PS: Aunt June, you can click the photos to get a bigger, better view...

ROCK ON!

As you can see, Angie gave Carter a faux-hawk... I love it!

The Cracker Caper

It was a dark and stormy night. It seemed as the rain was nearly molesting the ground with a force of vengeance. The moon was full, yellow and bright. There were howls of vicious coyotes in the distance... Okay, so it wasn't exactly like that. It was more like this...

So, those who I am around regularly know that I never take off my sunglasses. Even if they do leave my eyes, they sit nice and quietly around my neck. Always. Look, there is a picture below to show you (plus I can show off those two beauties I'm holding).


Nice ones, huh? Where is this leading you may ask. We'll get there, but first, a little back story. We had a nice get together with a couple friends of ours, Drew & Missy, last night. They have a son, Liam, just 8 weeks younger than Carter. The first part of the evening was spent grillin', drinking a brew and chit-chattin'. The second part was dedicated to stuffing our faces with kielbasa, corn on the cob, cheesy smashed potatoes, ect. And the latter part of the evening was spent engulfed in the movie Æon Flux (in which only Missy and I were able to stay awake for).

While daddy (that's me) was grillin' up some killer sausage, Carter began to moan and grunt. This meant he was hungry. 'Cuz that is the natural way to say, feed me! Not wanting to fully spoil his supper (jars of chicken and apples and Tuti Fruiti Dessert) momma gave him a cracker. Sometime in between the simultaneous events of holding Carter, flipping my sausage (insert incredibly funny joke here), and drinking a cold can of The Beast, Carter eats, or so I thought, his cracker.

Not until this morning was I enlightened as to where, exactly, that cracker went. I scurry out the door, Starbucks in hand, and jump in the truck. I back out of the driveway, pull onto the street, fasten my seat-belt and put on my sunglasses. Guess what? I know where Carter's cracker went. Inside my sunglasses! It was everywhere! There was some on each lens, there were pieces caked inside every crevice. It was hard and crunchy. I had no choice but to scrape off the biggest parts and wear them anyway. Thanks, son. Daddy won't forget that.

StudioVANITY

As some of my readers (if there are such people out there) may know, I have been pursuing an amature photography passion. Of course, Angie hates the name so anything invloved with it she will hate also. Pictures, no matter of people or landscapes, have one purpose; to show off. The subject of any picture takes its place as the focus of the entire frame. It receives all the attention. It wants its presence to be held in a photograph for eternity. Hence the name StudioVANITY. It seemed to just fit. So here I am looking for comments on a logo design from you and you and you and you over there. I maybe never actually go any further with a photography business, but I feel more confident with a logo. It is in four different colors just to show versatility. Click it to make it bigger for full detail. Shoot me a note!

Happy Easter!

The Cutest Boy in the World

This picture takes my breath away. I just had to blog it. There is no story behind it or any tales to tell. I just want the world to see how beatuiful my son is.

Carter's First Fishing Trip!

I was a litle nervous, ya know? I mean, I really needed Carter's first fishing trip to go well. Sort of like setting the tone for what the future will hold. I really wanted to get Carter out in the boat, but Angie wouldn't hear of it. So we planted our seed on Devil's Elbow and crossed our fingers. And boy did we catch 'em!

Angie & I prolly caught 50 or more crappie, blue gill & shell crackers between the both of us. We kept about 20 of them so many of the were small. Plus, Angie's a city gal and wouldn't dare clean a fish. I only kept the very nicest ones to give to my mom and dad. The city did show up the country this time, though. Angie caught the biggest and second iggest crapies. Way to go baby! Cater, well, he manily played wit worms and grass. He had a blast! I hope every ime we go is a good as this one. Even the dogs had fun barking at other fishermen and chasing all the fish I was throwing back. Once, Apollo even snatched one of of thin air.

We had a blast! Enjoy the photos.

18 Reasons Why Fishing is Better than Sex

# 18 - You don't have to hide your Fishing magazines.
# 17 - It is perfectly acceptable to pay a professional to Fish with you once in a while.
# 16 - The Ten Commandments don't say anything about Fishing.
# 15 - If your partner takes pictures or videotapes of you Fishing,you don't have to worry about them showing up on the Internet if you become famous.
# 14 - Your Fishing partner doesn't get upset about people you fished with long ago
# 13 - It's perfectly respectable to Fish with a total stranger.
# 12 - When you see a really good Fisherperson, you don't have feel guilty about imagining the two of you Fishing together.
# 11 - If your regular Fishing partner isn't available, he/she won't object if you Fish with someone else.
# 10 - Nobody will ever tell you that you will go blind if you Fish by yourself.
# 9 - When dealing with a Fishing pro, you never have to wonder if they are really an undercover cop.
# 8 - You don't have to go to a sleazy shop in a seedy neighborhood to buy Fishing stuff.
# 7 - You can have a Fishing calendar on your wall at the office, tell Fishing jokes, and invite coworkers to Fish with you without getting sued for harassment.
# 6 - There are no Fishing-transmitted diseases.
# 5 - If you want to watch Fishing on television, you don't have to subscribe to the Playboy channel.
# 4 - Nobody expects you to Fish with the same partner for the rest of your life.
# 3 - Nobody expects you to give up Fishing if your partner loses interest in it.
# 2 - You don't have to be a newlywed to plan a vacation primarily to enjoy your favorite activity.
# 1 - Your Fishing partner will never say, "Not again? We just Fished last week! Is Fishing all you ever think about?"

An Afternoon with Mom & Dad

On a Quilt of Many Colors

Feed Me, Again!

Ah, McDonalds. All-American food...

Feed Me!

This is what happens when a 7-year old feeds an 8-month old...

The Outcome

Well, I didn't get first or 2nd or 3rd in my fishing tournament last night. Heck, I didn't even get 4th, that is, unless you wanna skew the details a little, I mean, heck, I am a fisherman. We got 5th! But I guess to make it sound better there was a tie for 3rd, so we sort of got 4th, haha! Not too shabby for my first tourney... ever! We only nabbed two, should of had more, but alas, that's what we got. Only 10 pounds, 9 ounces won it and we only had about 4 pounds.

Nevertheless, it was awesome! I had a great time. I can't wait to do it again. I may even submit a story to Crunchable, about it. If I can somehow capture the essence of 30 men sitting in boats, calmly lying to each other about what bait the fish are hitting and where they are hitting it and then all of the sudden time closes in on 6 pm and these gentle fishermen turn into raging monsters with 250 horsepower engines waiting for the atomic clock to strike dead at 6 and blast out of the hole with so much torque it pastes your body against the seat and thrusts cold air through you nose and you can barely swallow. Yeah, maybe I will write about it...

If Blood Could Boil...

... Mine would be vaporized! I've been waiting to fish the ****EDIT****. Aghhhhhh! I only wish I could scream!

Only Once...

An email from my sister revealed:

On Wednesday, April 5th at two minutes and three seconds after one in the morning, the time will be:

01:02:03 04/05/06

This will happen only once and never again!

My First Dogfight...

Well, a Tuesday Night (fishing) Dogfight, that is. Every Tuesday night, after the Spring time change, there is a bass fishing tournament from 6pm to 10pm. Specs: Buddy tournament (boater and co-angler), 5-bass per angler, 15-inch minimum largemouth, smallmouth or Kentucky spotted, $20 each to enter, 1st, 2nd, 3rd place and biggest bass pay out.

This tourney is usually won by a few different sets of favored locals. They know the spots and the brush piles and the structure and the honey holes. They know the patterns and the eating habits and follow barometric pressure well. They have the best equipment and the newest tackle. They have the biggest and the fastest boats as well. Can they be beat? Of course they can!

This year is gonna be different. A new breed of fisherman is coming to town - me! Wish me luck - I'm prolly gonna need it!

My First Submission

So I posted my first submission as a writer to Crunchable, words to crunch by. It is entitled, The Stairs. I found the website adter reading another of Rubber Ducky's posts. She's a great writer, check her out some time. I will update this post with a link to my story (if accepted) and if not, I will just add a new post with my story included.

Just a Backrub

Thanks to my buddy Scott, we can chuckle at these pics of Carter with his brand new shirt from T-Shirt Hell (weary hearts beware - indecent t-shirts are near). There he sits in a handmade rocker from Angie's mom's house. Not certain the origin of it, but after they read this post, I'm sure I'll know...