Wordless Wednesday: First pitch
The Boy throws out the first pitch at a Bombers game. He’s also available for weddings and bar mitzvahs.
Archive | July, 2010
Meet Lois, the biggest non-odorous tease in Houston
You say there’s a giant flower that smells like death itself? Ooooh, let’s all pile in the car and go see it!
Hooray wedding!
The Wife and I head back to Texas for my brother’s wedding. And a run-in with the least qualified priest in the history of organized religion.
Baltimore chop
We head east to attend the wedding of a friend and discover a disturbing lack of fast food, roving bands of junior high bikers and the world’s most ridiculously priced lump of crustacean muscles.
Plan of attack (revised and expanded)
What’s a marginally committed blogger to do when his grand plans fall flat? That’s right – kick it up a notch and pour a tank of gas on the potential giant flaming heap of failure.
Wordless Wednesday: “Fire truck hat”
Firefighters visited The Girl’s daycare this week and gave all the kids little plastic hats. The Girl insisted on wearing her’s backwards, because the only kind of hat she knows is a baseball cap.
So long, and thanks for all the BZZZZZZZ!
Now that the World Cup is over, it’s finally time for the noble vuvuzela enthusiasts who have graced the top of my blog to retire.
Wordless Wednesday: The Girl places all her eggs in one basket
While you’re putting all your eggs in one basket, you might as well throw the baby in there too.
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