Monday, March 05, 2012

Crowded House

Well, I normally don't do this, but Mr. From The Bungalow got me to thinking. A writing challenge. As you can see its been a LOOOONG time since I've done any "blogging"(nothing in my head I believe worth sharing), but here it goes...a music challenge, a song. The song that always sticks with me is one by Crowded House, "She Goes On".

In her soft wind I will whisper,
In her warm sun I will glisten, ...

This song was playing when my wife and I went camping, on her first trip to meet my parents in Missouri. We went camping by the Lake of the Ozarks. Small 2 man tent and my old S10 Blazer. Listening to this song, dancing, the moment I realized I wanted to spend the rest of my life with this wonderful woman. Share her dreams and mine together for a lifetime...

Owe it all to Frank Sinatra...

New York, New York to be exact. The first night we met, that's the song that got me to dancing with her, that led to the wonderful life we have together now...

Pretty soon you'll be able to remember her...

It also remind me of Grandparents. They were happily married for over 60 years, something I hope my wife and I can achieve as well. I have never seen love like my Grandfather had for my Grandmother. It was pure, undying, everlasting...I could go on but I think you get the point.

Till we see her once again,
In a world without end....

When my Grandmother passed, I made the 12 hour car trip(in about 10) home. The first place I went was my Grandparents house. I walked in, and all my Grandfather could say was, "She's gone Chris, what will I do now?" He reason for existence was my Grandmother. With the exception of WWII, I don't know that they ever spent more than one night apart.

And she goes on...

I was there the day my Grandfather took his last, peaceful breath in Hospice care 2 years after Grandma had passed. The day before, when he was still somewhat lucid he told us,"I'm going to see Grandma, I miss her so much"...


Not real good with links, but this is the song...

Friday, July 27, 2007

Been too long

It's been a long time since last I posted, haven't had time or something. I realize what my last post was about, and six weeks after that, I lost my last grandparent, my Grandpa Thomas.

Like I said previously, when they made him, HE broke the mold. Not a day goes by I don't think about him, or my other grandparents for that fact. If he had had it his way, I would have grown up known as "Topher", not Chris. My Mother put a stop to that early!

He grew up as well in the Greatest Generation, although his feet were too flat for military service, he grew crops at home in Missouri to do his part. Some of his brothers were called to military service(he had 9 brothers and sisters, only my Aunt Lucille remains from the Thomas clan), but he stayed home.

I don't believe he had much more than an 8th grade education, but he could do just about anything. He was a farmer, truck driver, carpenter, welder, etc., the list goes on. When he passed I only wanted 2 things: his table saw and red toolbox. I brought them both back with me recently from Missouri. The red toolbox has already helped(had to fix my fence, and the toold therein helped out immensely!).

I have a hundred stories 'bout "Cap"(thats what everyone called him, although his name was Donald), but my favorite is how he taught me to drive a stick shift.....
I was about 10 or 11 years old, and I was spending some time with him and grandma, and I went with him to a farm to help fix a barn(about 30 miles away). When we were done, he asked if I could drive his truck around to the other side of the barn so we could pack up the tools. Not wanting to disappoint him I said yes. Getting going, no problem. When he told me to stop, BIG PROBLEM. I ran the truck into and broke the fence. He was a little upset. My punishment was fixing the fence, then we went into an adjoining field for about an hour while I learned how to drive the manual transmission. Then, if memory serves me correct, I had to drive us home too. But, by the end of the day, I could drive!!!

Just one story, on lesson learned from one of my 3 heroes I had growing up. My father and both my grandfathers. I really do miss them both.

The last time I saw my Grandpa Thomas, my hair was kind of long and shaggy. The last thing he said as I walked out the door was,"You'd better have that hair cut next time I see you!!", then he giggled in only the way Grandpa could. When my mom called to tell me of his passing, I went and got my hair cut, and I've kept is short every since. Because now he sees me everyday....of that I'm sure, and I don't want to disappoint him again.

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

I'm Lucky

I have been a very lucky person. Until about 6 years ago, I had all 4 of my grandparents alive and well. Both of my Grandmothers have passed away, and on Thanksgiving day, I lost my first Grandfather.

It was difficult losing my Grandmothers, I loved them both dearly. They each taught me life lessons in different ways. Tough, stern, yet always giving unconditional love and I miss them both everyday. There's something different about being a man and losing your Grandfather.

My Granpa Grego was 91 when he left, a veteran of World War II, a POW at that. He was one of a kind. My favorite thing to do was ague with him about sports. How he loved the Kansas City Royals and Chiefs. He taught me how to shoot the 2-handed set shot in basketball(not used much anymore, but at about 65 years old he was a dead eye inside 20 feet!). I now live in Colorado, and didn't get to spend a lot of time with him. Holidays, when we were back, and a day or two here and there when we were dropping my daughter off to spend time with my family in Missouri.

I think he was waiting to see me before he left. We arrived on Wednesday afternoon and spent about an hour and a half with him, and I told him I would be back in the morning to see him again. Although he was unconscious, lungs filling with fluid, I think he heard me. Thursday morning when I arrived, the Hospice workers were there checking on him. God bless them and the work they do. When she was done checking on him he opened his eyes...Just for an instant, seeming to look right at me. I would like to think he was, but who knows for sure.

The Hospice workers went to roll him over, to try and keep one lung from totally filling with fluid, and I was watching.....His breathing seemed to come slower, he gasped...Very softly....I noticed no breath came after that gasp, just another soft gasp and a look of peace, no pain, and he left us. Almost as if he was waiting to see me, or at least hear me one last time.

Fathers are larger than life to most men, mine is. Grandfathers are indestructible icons when you are a child, and I don't think that perception every changes. It never has for me.

I have one Grandfather left, one last link to the past. He has good days and bad, I don't get to see him as often as I like, or probably should. You talk about indestructible Icons...When they made him, HE broke the mold.

My Grandparents were part of the Greatest Generation; World War II, the depression, neither of these things stopped them, just made them stronger. We lose too many of these great people on a daily basis. If you get the chance or opportunity, thank them. They are the ones who have perservered through more in their lives than any of us could ever imagine. Men and Women alike. I miss my Grandpa, and my Grandmas.

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

We hit the motherlode....HARD!!!!

Been a while since I've put anything on here, but there was nothing of note to put on here until now. This past Labor Day weekend, we all made our annual pilgramage to a place where,"The beer flows like wine, and the women flock like the birds of capistrano... a little place called Asssspen." Where as Kyle put it, we reconnected with our old friend...Al Cohol. A great time was had by all, old friends reunited, new friends were made, and oh yeah, a little volleyball was played(and I do mean little!). Unfortunately, we didn't get pictures of everyone we wanted, but some are priceless.. To all that were there, thank you for sharing your weekend with us, and we look forward to doing this again next year, the year after that, and so on. Please feel free to post comments, I'm sure everyone will get a kick out of them!!!

From our small crew, to Kyle's big crew, thanks for making this a weekend to remember...at least the parts that weren't clouded by our mutual Al Cohol.

Sincerely, Chris & Jen Thomas, Scott Flack(Scotties on Fire), Heath, Mike, John Helwic, Cathy Bane, and Andy and Corrie Swan..



John and Cathy ready to set off the weekend....little do they know the dangers ahead....



Jen, playing her first competitive volleyball in about 11 years, and Heath who only touches a volleyball on Labor Day Weekend, getting ready for Coed B.


Chris and John capping off an amazing come from behind victory in Masters..Down 10-5(sideout scoring), we actually come back and win 12-10...John was setting money, and Chris was getting lucky!!


Scott congratulating Chris after the comeback...He honestly can't believe his eyes...or the score!!

Where's John...no worries, Sarahs there...to dig some old man balls(pun intended), and warm Chris up.. The 2 guys we played were bigger smartasses than Chris on the court, if you can believe that!!


"Hmmmm, watching all this old man volleyball makes me want to party like a Rock Star!!"


John hits the "big loopy" shot...for some reason, these old men had that shot too...


"Gobble, Gobble!!!!!!"


Hunter also wants to party like a Rock Star....getting a head start on Mom!!(don't worry, can was empty except for the pop top!!!)


Is this a good look for me???


Jen is VERY sparkly....and Heath is just so shiny!!


This guy is thinking....Where'd the friggin' sun go?!?!?!?!?!


Chris shoots......he scores!!!!!!!!


Scott with one of a hundred easy blocks on Saturday


Who says big men don't play defense?


Andy and Kyle stalking on the court.....game on!!!!!


My God can Kyle jump!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Damn thats a pretty set!!!!!!


Dave is showing Kyle and Andy the turning point of the match....can you guess when that was?


Bert and Ernie......er Corrie and Jen...Cheering on Kyle and Andy


"Damn I Love you Kyle!!!!"




Kyle and Andy are cheering on the festivities at the Aspen Bar....


Tom & Scott at the bar...Tom says..." This place REEKS of desperation!!"




Whitey tryin' to hitch a ride home with Jenny!!


Hey Kyle, is this why Jackie won the Booty Shakin' award?


Andy and Kyle.....oh sure they like each other......for now!


We are Awsome Spikers!!! Well, at least Scott is!!


I DO love Scott's Wiener....and Booby...


I'm not sure, but I think Andy & Corrie left after this photo....for reasons unknown...


Shane just can't keep his hands out of Andy's pants... And Geno is playing with something down there!!!!

At this point of the weekend(Sunday night), no one's sure how Avery is still standing


Andy got Served.....NOW ITS ON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BREAKDANCE FIIIIIIIIIGGGGHHHHHTTTT!!!!!!


"You cannot handle my sweet Breakdancing style....you will surely be defeated grasshopper!!!!" Kyle is the master of....breakdance fighting!!!!!! "Everybody was Breakdance fighting...."


"My Hero!!!!!!!!"

Alex.....you sure are one hell of a great guy!!!!



Chris & Scottie Rockin' the head bands!! We'll See you next year at the Lode!!!!!!!!!!

Monday, March 27, 2006

How about that!!

I now feel like a "real" dad. This past weekend I taught my daughter how to ride a bike!! May not be a big deal for some people, but I can't tell you how proud I was of my little girl!!

A little background to start. When she was about 3, she was riding her tricycle around the garage of the place we were living. The driveway was long and sloped down to the street. I turned my back for about 10 seconds and she was FLYING down the driveway. "Weeeeeeeee!!!", she was screaming. When I grabbed her off the trike, it kept going into and across the street immediately follow by a car. Needless to say I was scared to death, making her scared as well.

When she got a little older, we bought her a bike with training wheels. She had absolutely no interest. So this year for her 10th birthday, we asked her if she would like a bicycle. Suprisingly she said yes, so last Saturday we went and she picked out a bike and a lock(she wants to ride it to school).

When we got home we went over to the school, it has lots of space on the playground for easy manueverability. I couldn't believe my eyes....after about 20-25 minutes she was riding all by herself!!!! Now I want to tell you, I am extremely proud of my daughter already, but the effort she put into that day was amazing; focus, attention, listening(it helped that I didn't raise my voice at all!!).

I am so proud of her, she overcame her fears of riding a bicycle and now thats all she wants to do after school!! She has big plans for this summer: riding to the park, to the store, anywhere there's pavement, she wants to ride.

I guess the biggest thing is, I now feel like a real Dad. It may sound corny, but teaching a kid how to ride a bike has always seemed like "the" parental thing that you do. Imparting your knowledge and mastery of the 2 wheeled beast to your child. The best part is, she actual loves it. I knew she would, what kid doesn't love the freedom that a bike gives? A sense of responsibility and freedom from your parents, you can go anywhere(if your parents let you) you want to without a care in the world. Kinda makes you want to be a kid again doesn't it?

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Why I hate the "club"

I'm a member of a local health club in town. Believe it or not I get up every morning and get to the gym anywhere between 5:30 and 5:45 in the a.m. In case you were wondering, yes it does suck, but I have to do it to continue doing the things I enjoy doing physically, i.e. playing and coaching volleyball. Plus its amazing how much more I get out of my workout since I quit smoking!

Anyways, I have one HUGE pet peeve about the gym: The old guys and regulars. If you belong to a gym, health club, or anything of the sort you know what I'm talking about.

Now I have been going to the club for about 5 years now at about the same time everyday. Of course I see the same 10-15 people there everytime I go.

The regulars act like assholes because they are the ones pumping the free weights and trying to get huge. I do mostly cardio vascular and light weights on machines to get/keep my muscle toned. I don't want to be huge. When they do use the weight machines, they're the ones who do a set, wait a minute or two, ON THE DAMN MACHINE, then do another set. When you ask to work in its like you've beaten their wife and kids to pulp. You get the stink eye, or "I'm almost done"(which actually means, you're not good enough to work in with me/I don't want to have to readjust the seat and/or weight/I can't believe you think I actually want to wait for your ass to get my workout done/etc). JACKASSES!!(see previous post).

Then you have the old men. These are the good old boys. Don't dare ask to work in with them. They've been coming to this club since Jeebus was a baby and they own the damn place. Don't get in their way while they're walking somewhere. Not only do they expect you to move out of their way, but they expect you to say "excuse me" without any sort of reply. Do you think they would say "excuse me"? I'm not sure the words are even in these old farts vocabulary.

Then there are the JACKASSES who don't have a friggin' clue. These are the people(men and women alike) who don't wipe down the machines when done, or if they're going to a machine and accidentally unplug yours, its your fault the plug was there. No apology, up yours, kiss my ass....nothing!! That's really annoying.

Then there's the locker room. I don't mind guys walking around without towels on. Doesn't bother me at all. What does bother me though is when they put their "junk" all over the counters where the sinks are. I know some of these bastards can't see and need to lean closer to the mirror so they don't butcher their faces, but come dudes, put a towel between you pecker and the counter!!! I don't care if you did just get out of the shower, I don't want your herpes-in-remission-wart-havin' genitals all over the damn sinks and counters!!! While we're at it, in case you can't read the sign on the steam room door, its says,"No personal grooming, i.e. shaving in the steam room. Quick shaving your hairy ass and face while in the friggin' steam room!!! When you're getting dressed with one of theses JACKASSES, after your shower. You'd better not have anything on the benches by the locker either. Those are spaces specifically reserved for the old men or regulars to spread out ALL of their shit so they can be comfortable while getting ready. You have to be able to use 1/2 inch of bench space to sit down a put your shoes on...geez I can't stand some of these bastards!!
You think any of them have ever said two words to me? No. Does it bother me? Yes and no.

Yes because you'd think after almost five years, someone would have introduced themselves, tried to start a conversation etc. There are a couple of guys who will talk to me in the locker room while watching the TV and getting dressed, and one did actually introduce himself to me about two years ago, but hasn't said shit to me since.

No it doesn't bother me because I'm a real asshole that early in the morning because I'm up that early and trying to improve my health(after work is just too crowded, besides I like to spend that time with my family). Not that I'm not outgoing enough to start a conversation with any of them, but their arrogance and belief they own the gym is enough to make me want to bury their faces in the shitter!

Well, I feel better now, don't you?

Tuesday, February 28, 2006

JACKASS!!

A customer of mine sent me this story...maybe true, may not be true, but its hilarious. I've now taken to calling my boss on our other lines and using this on him. It really lightens the mood here at the shop...

"Now get this, I was sitting at my desk, when I remembered I needed to make a phone call. I found the number and dialed it...A man answered politely saying 'hello', I politely said,'This is Patrick Hanifin, could I please speak with Robin Carter?' Suddenly the phone slammed down on me! I could not believe anyone could be so rude! I tracked down Robin's correct number and called her(she transposed the last 2 digits). After I hung up with Robin, I noticed the wrong number still on my desk so I decided to call it again

When the same person once more answered the phone I yelled,'YOU'RE A JACKASS!!' and hung up the phone. Next to his phone number I wrote the name 'JACKASS' and put it in my desk. Every couple of months when I was paying bills or was having a really bad day I would call him up, he'd answer and I would yell 'YOU'RE A JACKASS!' I would always cheer me up..

Later in the year the phone company introduced caller ID(kind of old, but still funny, read on), this was a real disappointment to me. I would now have to stop calling the 'JACKASS'. Then one day I had an idea. I dialed his number then heard his voice, 'Hello, I'm (made up name) from the sales office of the telephone company. I was wondering if you're familiar with our caller ID program?'

He said no, and slammed the phone down. I quickly called him back and said,'That's because YOU'RE A JACKASS!!'

The reason I tell you this story is to let you know that if anything is ever bothering you, just dial xxx-4863(number removed to protect the JACKASS). [Keep reading, it gets better yet]

This old lady at the mall took her time pulling out of the only parking spot at the place. I didn't think she was going to ever leave. Finally her car slowly began to move and she very slowly backed out of the spot. I backed up more to give her plenty of room to get out. Suddenly this black Camaro came flying out of nowhere, up the aisle in the wrong direction and pulls into her space. I started honking my horn and yelling,'You just can't do that buddy! I was here first!!' The guy climbed out of his car and completely ignored me. He walked toward the mall as if he didn't hear me.

I thought to myself, this guy is a JACKASS! and there are a lot of jackasses in this world. I noticed he had a 4-sale sign in the window. So, I wrote down the number!!

A couple days later, I was at home sitting at my desk. I had just got off the phone after calling xxx-4863 and yelling,'YOU'RE A JACKASS!!'(its really easy to call now that I have his number on speed dial). I then noticed the number of the guy with the black Camaro and thought, I had better call this guy too.

After a few rings a guy answered an I said, 'Is this the guy with the Camaro for sale?'
'Yes it is'
'Can you tell me where I can see it?' I said.
'Yes, I live at 1802 W. 34th street, its a yellow house and the car is parked right out front'
'What's your name?'
'My name is Don Hansen,' he said.
'When is a good time to catch you Don?'
'I'm always home in the evenings'
'Listen Don,' I said, 'can I tell you something?'
'Yes,' he said.
'Don, YOU'RE A JACKASS!!!' and I slammed the phone down.

For a while things seemed to get much better for me, when I was having a bad day, I now had 2 JACKASSES to call!! After several months of just calling them up and yelling,'YOU'RE A JACKASS!!' I got bored. SO.....I came up with a solution...

I called Jackass No. 1 and a man nicely answered the phone saying,'Hello?', I yelled, 'YOU'RE A JACKASS!!' but did not hang up. The Jackass then said, 'Are you still there?' I said,'Yeah'
'Stop calling me!!!'
I said,'No f-ing way!!'
He said,'Whats your name!'
'Don Hansen', I replied.
'Where do you live Don?!?!' he asked.
'I live at 1802 w. 34th St., its a yellow house and my black Camaro is parked out front.'
'I'm coming over there right now! You had better start saying your prayers Don, cuz I'm gonna kick your ass!!' he said.
'Yeah, like I'm really scared you JACKASS!!' and hung up the phone.

Then I called JACKASS No. 2
'Hello,' he said.
'Hello JACKASS,' I said.
'If I ever find out who you are,' he said. 'You'll what?!' I said.
'I'll kick your ass!!'
'Well,' I said,'here's your chance cuz I'm coming over right now JACKASS!!'

Then I picked up the phone and called the plice, I told them that I heard threats that a guy was going to kill hes gay lover that was cheating on him when he got home. The address is 1802 W. 34th St., then made another quick call to channel 13 news about the gang war that was going on at the same address, then I headed to 182 w 34th St. to watch. GLORIOUS!!!! Watching 2 JACKASSES kicking each other's ass was ne of the greatest experiences of my life.."

Now, don't you want to call someone and yell JACKASS!!!!!!

Friday, February 24, 2006

Spidey 3

Big fan of the Spiderman.. Heres the Spiderman 3 Movie Poster.Sweeeet!

Thursday, February 23, 2006

Still going....

Well, tomorrow it will be 3 weeks...with the rest of my life ahead of me. I haven't had a smoke for 3 WEEKS!!! Although I was tempted this weekend while coaching my club team. Man can those girls give you a friggin' heart attack!!

They like to start every game down by, oh lets say 4-8 points before they start playing. Lets not forget, if they get up by 7 or 8, they feel the need to allow the opposing team to get back into the game with a couple of bad passes, tentative hits, missed serves, etc... I think they are afraid to win. Silly as it sounds, they are downright afraid to win a game outright.

At practice last night, after a passing drill, I asked them what the difference was between the drill and a game. "In the game we can lose!". In practice, I can make you run...until I'm tired. I don't get tired of watching!(I wouldn't do that, but you get my drift.) Then came a discussion between myself and another coach: What makes passing the first ball of a game any different than the last? Its the same ball, moves the same way, bounces the same, same people playing it. Whats the difference? I think it comes down to their mentallity, and being afraid to win. Like I have tried to tell them all year:

IF YOU ARE AFRAID TO FAIL, YOU WILL NEVER SUCCEED!!

Monday, February 13, 2006

Turn out the lights....smokings over!!

I know I know...a little premature? No I honestly don't think so. You know what I'm talking about...smoking. Its been over a week now since my last cigarette(I'll call them by their real name now, they don't scare me anymore!).

I can honestly say I have no desire to smoke. I feel so much better, I don't smell anymore-as a side note, I can now tell which of my customers do smoke, and I'm suprised by some of them, but I digress-I sleep better too! I did use the patch, notice the past tense did, until last Wednesday. I got up that morning and went to the gym like normal. When I got out of the shower, and went to put on the patch....no patch in the gym bag. "Oh well", I thought and went about my day. My wife called about 9 am and asked me how I was doing and I said fine...and by the way I forgot my patch this morning, she freaked. You would have thought she was the one trying to quit! "Do you want me to bring it to you!! Are you going to be ok?!?!?!"

"I'm fine dear, its 9 o'clock and this is actually the first time I've thought of it."(is it just coincidence she was the one I was talking to while thinking about it? is she the cause of my smoking in the first place? no she's not, I'm just trying to make a funny!) Thats when I knew it was over, I suppose. When I didn't need the day laborers anymore, I fired their asses!! Man did that feel good!!!

I still think about cigarettes every once in a while, but I casually divert my attention elsewhere without a problem and trod on. I think this will be somewhat like alcoholics...once an alcoholic always an alcoholic. Terrible comparison, but I want you to understand what I'm talking about. I'll always think about smoking, but I won't do it again. I feel too good right now!! Will I fall off the non-smoking wagon? Probably, I am human you know. As long as I can hop back on the wagon with no effort that will be fine. The real trick however is.....once I'm on the wagon(like I am now), I better not fall off at all!!!

To those of my friends and family who might read this blog I thank you for your continued support, and not laughing at me when I told you I was going to quit, well, except for one friend who called me a quitter. I'm pretty sure he was joking. Thanks for asking about it, and encouraging me(even though some of the encouragement was through violence) to keep at it at all times. I couldn't have done this without my wife's support either. She left me alone, never talked about it unless I started the conversation, and that was awsome..I love her sooo much.

Well, I'm tired of typing.. think I'll go have a cigarrette...Just kidding!! I now chew starburst candies like nothing..I'd buy some of their stock, but I would spend more on the candies than the stock would be worth...losing propostition.

L8r

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

Sex-up your Name

Sex up your name for VD..eerrrrr..Valentines Day!!

Charming Handsome Romeo Imparting Stimulation

Monday, February 06, 2006

Never thought...

Sorry there weren't any pics of me from the "wig part", I was the one with the camera after all!!

I picked a horrible time to quit smoking. But I made the decision and I'm sticking with it. My father was admitted to the hospital this weekend with a bad case of the flu(my parents are both fairly heavy smokers). A pulmanary(sp?) specialist came to see him because he had a low oxygen level. When my Mother called to tell me on Saturday, the first thing I wanted to do was run out and buy some monsters!

Then I heard my mom say something I've never heard her say before,"I'm going to quit smoking, and so is your father". That quashed any thought I had about going to get a pack of smokes. I told her about me quitting, and the last time I had a monster, and some of the things Bear and I had talked about. I hope it helped her.

I then called my dad, he sounded pretty rough. I told him all the same things I told my mom, and he seemed a little more receptive. Except when he said,"It's too late for me to quit". I called bullshit!! It's never too late to quit, it's always too soon to start. Now I'm sounding like a fanatic.

I only purchased one pack last week. The last monster I had was at 4:30pm Friday February 3rd. THREE FRIGGIN' DAYS AGO!!!! Yeah, I'm stoked!!!!!

I've found that chewing on Starburst candies has helped, that and the patch I wear(but really, how much of that is mental). Antoher thing that didn't help much was the way my girls played this weekend, I coach junior's volleyball. They like to start EVERY game down by at least 4-6 points!!!
But I made it through that, and it should get easier. One thing....did you know you could drive a Toyota Tacoma without a monster? I didn't know that until this last weekend. They start and everything, even without lighting up a monster!! COOL!!!

Bear didn't keep me too long today, just enough to tell me I was on the right track and to keep diverting my attention, which is pretty easy for me to do!

One thing I did notice. When I woke up on Sunday morning, as I lay in bed getting ready to get up, I took a very deep breath. No big deal you say? I think it was.....I didn't cough!

NO monsters now for 3 days!!!!

Tuesday, January 31, 2006

My Wife, myself, and our friends "wigged out"

This is my Wife's "wig out" bday party . Here are the pictures from what was a great nite. My wife is the good looking one with the pink wig in about all the pictures!! Enjoy!!!