Meet the girls!

I'd like to introduce you to Christine and Mary. We have lots of fun together.






Christine is 7 likes to play the piano, jump rope, and read books. Mary is 5 and likes to be funny, do gymnastics, and ride her bike without training wheels.

The Mustache, AKA the pushbroom, soupstrainer, cookieduster, nose neighbor, flavor saver, lip fur, and mouth brow.

My little brother Erik (see photo) is serving in Iraq right now in the Air Force. For some reason, he grew a mustache. I suppose he felt he had no one he needed to impress. Anyway, we all miss him, and are very proud of what he is doing. As a gesture to show our support for him, me, my brothers, my brothers-in-law, and my dad are all growing a mustache. We will be taking a photo (hopefully dressing up somehow) which we will send off to Erik as a gift. I'm trying to come up with a worthy name for this campaign. I thought of "Mustaches for Military." But that doesn't quite cut it. Maybe "Lip fur Erik." Lol. Anyway, if you have any good suggestions, I'm all ears.

I've never actually let my mustache grow more than a couple of weeks. It doesn't take long before I hate it really bad. Nevertheless, I'm committed to this cause, and thought I'd throw in a few photos to update you all on the progress of my nose neighbor.

Here's photo number 1. Looks ok I guess. Not really dark. This is actually about 5 days of growth. I'm letting the goatee grow with it as well so I don't look like a fool.

Here's photo number 2. Semi-profile. The stache part seems to be coming in well. There are a few bare spots down in the goatee area. All in all, it should be a stache worthy of Erik's praise. Perhaps I will get some Just for Men's and add a bit of color to give the illusion of thickness, and manliness.

HOW'S YOUR ATTENTION TO DETAIL?

Did anyone pass the Attention to Detail test? I photoshopped one of the photos in this post. See if you can spot it. Now that you are looking for it, it should be quite obvious.

See, I have this weird disorder called Trichotillomania. Wikipedia defines it this way:

Trichotillomania: or "trich" as it is commonly known, is an impulse control disorder characterized by the repeated urge to pull out scalp hair, eyelashes, facial hair, nose hair, pubic hair, eyebrows or other body hair, sometimes resulting in noticeable bald patches.

So I'm a bit retarded. Yay. I manage to pull out my eyelashes leaving bald spots. It's really strange - I've done it most my life. I've noticed that I really only do it when I'm reading. And I have been reading some good books lately, so...no eyelashes. So for fun, I photoshopped in some eyelashes on one of the photos. I wanted to see if any of you picked up on it. Here's what I did. This one here on the left is what I look like without eyelashes. The one on the right is my crude-10 second photoshop version. Maybe not Maybelline, but I definitely think I look better with a full set of lashes.

This should be a bit hairy...

I'm going to the cabin tonight. For those of you who don't know what the cabin is - my brother has pretty much got it all covered here . Emily is staying home to help Heather with her booth at the baby expo. I'm taking my girls, as well as all of my brothers kids down. That should make for a pretty interesting trip. Perhaps I'll take some pics and post them on here.

On another note... My brother Josh (whose blog appears here) just got married on Wednesday. So a big congratulations to him and McCall. I'm hope they're having a great time getting it on in Orlando. Anyway, the wedding was a blast. I don't get together as much as I'd like to with all of my brothers, and it was a lot of fun to goof around with them. The following photo is one such example of this goofing off. We were trying to interfere in the background of this photo of my Sister Jessie and her husband Scott. On the count of three we were all supposed to jump into the background. Clayton, who doesn't seem to know how to count - didn't quite make it on three. He's therefore left in this ridiculous pose looking quite plugged... I think Clay heard, "One, two, three... poop!"

And so it begins...

So here I am blogging. I just figure that I have too much interesting stuff going on to not document it somehow. I plan on treating this like my journal. So for today, I'm setting up the page. Thanks for visiting. Hope you enjoy.