What The?

This is right after I told Lily that she isn't allowed to eat Oreo cookies yet with her parents. Then she mumbled something under her breath that sounded faintly like "this is whack, Jack"

Party Like a Rockstar

Last night I was feeling super hip and I decided to stay awake till 3:30 AM. Then, because I am extra cool, I decided to wake up at 6 AM. Just to up the awesome factor, I went without eating from about 7 PM last night till about 3:30 today. Not normally a big deal, unless you are going on 2.5 hours of sleep. So, I feel really good right now. I might go for a long run or something. Oh, and my daughter was born too.

How old am I?

Yesterday, in mid-conversation, I went to mention my age and I couldn't remember if I was 28 or 29... seriously, am I at that point now?

Then tonight (why the italics? seriously) I had my second intramural soccer game of the season. I was sore after last weeks game. This week I can't walk. If these bruises come out as nice as I hope, then I will snap some shots to post. Excellent.

This is a joke right?

The picture of the chipmunk was taken at about 1:00 PM today. The following was taken at 7:15 PM. What is up with that cat? Apparently she does feel the need to eat her prey. Chipmunks just aren't her thing I guess. She actually looked visibly upset when I took this thing away. She sat in the spot where it last lay, looking around, looking ticked.




Yep, those are bird guts.

The Game of Golf

I decided to pick up golf over the past couple of weeks. You know, with having won that race at the track and everything, I feel like I am pretty much as good as I am going to get at bike racing. So, look out Tiger.

Seriously, ever since dental school started I have been putting off golf because it seems like such a yuppy old man's sport. Doesn't it? Well, I put it off as long as I could. The senior golf outing (kind of a big deal) is coming up in September. So, I figured rather than completely embarrass myself, I should put a little bit of time into figuring this thing out. After all, I wouldn't want to disgrace the family name.

Oops, too late!

Thanks Giselle!

Increasing the body count. She apparently no longer has the urge to eat or mutilate her victims. So, that's kinda nice.

Just peed my pants