Frosty The Snowman made out of hay bales.
That's how we do it in North Carolina folks...
Wednesday, December 20, 2006
I'd been meaning to post a few words about the family tradition of hunting for Christmas trees a few days ago but was rudely interupted.
The interruption started as most do - with a holler "Daaaddd!!"
I knew my oldest was in the bathroom as I had heard him threw the vents talking to himself.
Then I heard a flush.
The flush was followed by the holler.
I arrive to find that my son had shoved about an entire roll's worth of toilet paper into the can.
And to find the water quickly rising.
Immediate action needed to be taken so I thrust my hand into the toilet, grabbed the wet gob of tee pee and extracted it, throwing the soggy goop into the waste basket next to the can.
"Dad, what are you doing?" exclaimed my 3-year-old while my 6-year-old is wooting it up. "You got your hand in the toilet!" he says with a yelpy smile.
"Don't ever do this," I tell them.
"Never stick your hand in the toilet."
It was a classic, textbook example of the old adage "do as I say, not as I do."
Then I preceeded to wash my hands about 15 times in a row.
Thursday, December 14, 2006
I'm not usually such a fanboy, but when I spotted the star center for the UNC men's basketball team eating breakfast at the local Whole Foods, the first thing I thought was that my son Spencer is going to be so stoked when I tell him.
This was followed shortly thereafter with "He'll kill me if I don't ask for an autograph."
So here it is.
Monday, December 11, 2006
Nice pic of me hollerin' at Victory Factory/Chest Pains gig.
Photo by the wife.
It's always nice when she can make it to the shows.
This time we actually had our two boys sleep over her sister's house, so we got to take the post gig partyin' back home to the House of G.
Like old times.