Monday, February 22, 2010


What we lack in excitement we make up for in snow, cold, and sunless skies. :) Come on Saturday.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

You know what big feet mean...

....big shoe's of course. And this can be a problem when needing things to put on ones feet. Like roller skates.

In my quest to be the most awesome of awesome dads I accepted my sisters invite to take the girls roller skating last night. I wasn't really sure there were any rinks still in operation. There are, and they look just like we left them in 1990. It was like stepping into a time machine. The clothing styles changed and the music was different, but other than that we were back in time.

Which gets me back to shoe sizes. Crystal had already declared that she would be on baby watching duty and had no intention of putting wheels on her feet. I suffer no loss of pride at falling down in front of complete strangers, so off to the shoe counter Macy and I went. They produced her size 13 kids skates without incident. (I'm pretty sure the skates pre-dated the both of us combined) The attendant then looked at me. I requested a size 15. She continued to look at me. Taking a hint I said I could probably slip into a pair of 14's. Blank stare. "We have a pair of 13's, but they go pretty early in the evening." 13! That's it! I wore a 13 nineteen years ago. They kindly told me I could walk around the rink with Macy, which I did. We had a good time....she only had one hard butt landing with a few tears. A hug and a "go get um" had her fixed up and back at it. Girls Rock!

Macy and Abigail......

Saturday, February 6, 2010


It's finally in the bottles and corked. Now, what am I going to do with 15+ gallons of sweet red wine? Honestly I don't drink wine that often.....that may soon change.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010


No, this post isn't a rant about taxes. I married an accountant just so I wouldn't have to deal with it. Well, that and a few other reasons. Like the fact that she said yes when I asked. (This always helps the process along) Sometimes in late September I wish I'd married a baker. Apple pies...peach cobblers...but when February rolls around I'm patting myself on the back.

So why the title taxes, you ask? Because it's about the only thing going on in our house this week. The roll your dice for a refund has begun. I don't have the figure yet but I'm pretty happy with any amount that ends in me not paying Uncle Sam. Wish me luck. (Actually, wish Sam CPA is vicious!)

I don't know about the rest of you, but this guy is ready for some spring. (Those of you who live in places like NEW ZEALAND don't count!!) This is a total 180 from not so long back. My theory was you can only get so naked in the summer, but come winter you can pile on more clothes to keep warm. It sounds good in theory, but does nothing for the fact that a good sunshine filled day does wonders for your frame of mind. I don't think I'll turn into a snow bird anytime soon....just looking forward to some fishing, turkey hunting, and bike riding.

Hope everyone has a great week. And if you don't, more than likely you'll get another shot at it next week. Smile.