Thursday, June 19, 2008

Camp Geronimo


This was Landen's first year at his Father's Alma Matter (sp?). Camp Geronimo is Kirk's favorite place to be in the summer. I think this is his 15th year there. He even took the boys in Las Vegas to camp Geronimo. He really wasn't even supposed to go this year. But our Scoutmaster injured himself earlier and still wasn't able to go, so Kirk volunteered of course. I don't mind really. It's like his spa week. He get totally rejuvenated. Kirk's trying to find a way that we can go up as a family and work on staff. Could be fun, we'll have to wait and see. He did come home with a bit more hair this time. Check out the Father's day post.

Father's Day a little late


We did have a wonderful Father's day for Kirk. He's been wanting a flag pole for the out side, so we marched in, all the kids in full uniform to our Father sir, yes sir. He also got two new albums from some bands he saw on late night t.v. So he now has more music in his collection then anyone on this earth. Happy Father's Day to the best father on earth.

Thursday, June 12, 2008

The Mother of Cluff's is 60!!!!


Forget Love.... I'd rather fall in Chocolate!


When you are 15-16 thinking about being 20 it is almost something you can't wrap your mind around. Then you get there are you don't feel as old as you thought you would, but the 15 and 16 year olds seem like babies. 30 now seems like an impossible dream. You get there it's not so bad either but your body is not responding the way it used to and it's doing things it never did before, like sprouting hairs out of ears and moles. I doesn't loose weight as easily, and things break down quicker. Am I painting a beautiful picture for ya? 40 starts to loom large the the horizon, it's more nails in the coffin for ya as the eyes, ears and other vital organs start taking vacations. Being 15 seems more like a dream than an actuality. Although, there are some perks, things start looking up in the romance department but it's not so much for the spouse. What a cool trick.
50, 50 your 50. Oprah says it's the new 40 but that just means more of the same.
Now your 60 and you have your whole life ahead of you.....Wait no, your whole life is behind you. What's left except to revert back to the life you had when you entered this world. Diapers and Drooling. How ironic is that?

Happy Birthday Mom!!! My wish for you is that the next 60 years don't have to last as long.
Don't worry I'll be there in another 20 years. That's the only thing that makes getting older worth it, is knowing that you're not the only one.
(I'm totally JK about everything, this was my response to mom saying that death was all she has to look forward to now. She says she at that age that people start dying. I got news for ya mom, people die at any age. So live it up!!)

Friday, June 6, 2008

Does this Bass make me look old?

Tonight we celebrated Patti joining the ranks of the 40 year olds. Ha Ha. I have no problem being left out of that club. We had a great dinner at Logan's and then headed over to the Bass Pro Shops for some fun, looking at critters, sharp shooting (well at least Frank was) and buying shirts.

Very cute Susette

I love all the tenneyshoes!!!!! Great blog, and your hair looks fabulous!

It's the Dog Daze of Summer!

It's that wonderful time of the year when the Poodles get their Summer cut! They start to look so pathetic around the end of Spring. I forgot to get a picture of Yoshi before but he was just as hairy. This however is not Toad's favorite thing to do. I have to warn the groomers cause Yoshi goes nuts when we walk into the "beauty parlor" and they think he's gona be the problem, but it is Toad that will turn on them even though I have to pull him through the door, while he's got his brakes on, and then he cowers under a chair until I drag him out and hand him over.
But the end result is worth it, first off they smell a whole lot better, and second they look so darn cute.

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

6th Grade Grad

I know this is a bit late, but who cares right?

Landen neglected to tell me when his 6th grade graduation was, so when he came home I had him show me his certificate, cause you know you can't be too sure unless you see it.


Now, Mr. Graduate turn the certificate over. That's a good boy.