Snow!

Well after weeks of wondering if winter had forgotten us it finally came. Just in time for my mom's visit. For those of you that don't know Mom is coming from California. She likes to look at snow or pictures of snow, but not a big fan of the cold that is normally associated with snow.

Mom is however a big fan of baby Zoe. Her first and only grandchild. I am sure that she is also a fan of Jen (my wife) and maybe even a little bit of a fan of me.

The biggest disappointment is that my Dad and brother (Scott), who does bare a striking resemblance to Vannilla Ice, will not make it. Both are hard workers, although my Dad hates the snow more than liberals hate the fact that Freedom of Religion includes Christianity, my brother would have helped me with the snow.

Snow after all is what this post is all about.

Oh, that is a picture of Hilary Clinton or at least the way I imagine she would look if she read my blog. Happy! I think that's her happy look. I can't be sure though. I'll ask her the next time I see her.

The Death of Lappy!

Well it happened last Monday night. I was walking casually from the coffee shop when it hit me, or rather I hit it. The patch of ice that sent me sprawling. It wasn't a small patch of ice either. It was "to the extreme" so to speak. I don't know how I didn't see it coming. As I hit the asphalt with a thud this thought ran through my mind, "Did I just waist $40 dollars on a chiropractor treatment today?" The answer was yes. The second thought was, "How is it that I still manage to fall on ice during the warmest winter in Wisconsin recorded history?" Just a talent I guess. Kind of like the way "I rock the mic like a vandal!"


Only latter did I discover that my laptop or "Lappy" as I like to call him, had taken the worst of the fall. He put up quite the fight, but in the end he gave up the ghost. The hardest part to swallow was the realization that I had not backed up my hard drive in about four months. How could I be so stupid? Well if you recall my life changed drastically about four months age. Change in the form of baby Zoe. So what have I learned from all this?

Don't have kids!

Just kidding! I love Zoe and I hope she can learn to love her forgetful father.
The best part has been the reminder of God's love for me even when I'm falling on the ice. Things could have been much worse. Hopefully I can pass that lesson on to Zoe and help her across a few of life's trickier patches.

And just in case you were wondering. Yes, that is a picture of my brother Scott in 1990.

WORD TO OUR MOTHER! I'm out of here.

Chesting is a time honored tradition dating back to.........


Jan. 19th of this year!

It is played by the same rules that our forefathers played by when they engaged in such tomfoolery.
Chesting is not for the weak of heart or chest, and should only be played by the bravest of competitors.


You may be asking yourself, "What is chesting?" Well sadly chesting has some simple rules that must be followed at all times. They are as follows:
1) We do not talk about Chesting.
2) We DO NOT talk about Chesting!

Good now that we have gotten that out of the way let me tell you how to play.

First of all someone sneaks up and punches some in the chest. Then the chesty becomes the Chester and must find another person to chest. That pretty much sums it up!

Now a few words of warning:
a) I suggest that you do not chest people who have no sense of humor.

b) Chesting is not really supposed to be a coed game. So stay away from that!

c) Hitting someone in the chest may not be allowed by your parents or local, state or national government. So you will want to check into that before starting.

Well there you have it! Now get out there and take part in the greatest sport ever invented (or as if is often referred to as,"that weird game I saw on a t.v. show last week)!

Good night and good luck.

PS. Here is a picture of what Jim would like if I chested him.

Who or what is this?
Who is she?Who let these guys in?Do you need help? Take your finger out of that!


What?

No I can't hear you over the screams!









This was not my idea!




I believe he invited us for a time of fellowship.



Yes, fellowship is the word he used.











Lemons? Yes I do remember something about lemons.....









Ok for the last time would someone claim that!

Well it has been a busy weekend! Jen took baby Zoe on her first trip out of state. Sadly the trip was the result of family moving away, but we hope to see them again soon. I was also gone to the back woods of Wisconsin. No, I was not off killing things, but instead of the joy of hunting I had the joy of Jr and Senior High school students on a winter retreat. I will post my thoughts on the retreat later. Today is dedicated to missing my beautiful ladies and finally posting the pictures of Zoe that my family have been waiting on for so long.
This first picture is of me holding Zoe while working on my blog.

In this picture I was trying to teach Zoey to sit up.

Zoe enjoys her fist. You can read more about that on her mom's blog.
You can get there by clicking on the link in the side panel .

She has quickly out grown the need for the support pillows.

If you can't tell from the pictures we believe that Zoe will be a redhead like her mom. She does have her fathers dimples though!
I hope to get a picture of them soon.

Having mastered the art of leaning Zoey now demands a place of honor on dad's stomach! Dad doesn't mind at all.