FB = Pandora's Box

I went on a Men's retreat with some Shekinah guys this weekend down to Bend. We golfed. The highlight was shooting a 39 on the back at Black Butte's Big Meadow course. I love Black Butte. A good time was had by all.

I also, on a whim, signed up on Facebook. Now, I don't have internet at home so I will tell everybody right now that I'll be a horrible Fb'er. But I succombed... or succame... I folded to the pressure. I'm not even sure how it works. All I know is that I will be VERY selective about who my friends are. Very. I've heard horror stories . . .

My brother Eric (and Amber) got a dog this weekend. A blue/gray great Dane named Harvard, or Harvey for short.

"Might I have a drink of your tasty beverage?" (what movie?)

I had my monthly visit to the grocery store yesterday and racked up a larger than usual bill. Thankfully I am a Safeway Club Card member and was able to save over $50! Anyway, I had a larger than usual bill but my cart didn't seem like it was overly packed. I didn't realize why until I got home....

I've always been a "drink junkie". I love juices and tasty flavored beverages. I'm a sucker for the drink aisle every time. And that doesn't include what I already have in my fridge and freezer. I don't even like soda that much! And what the heck is vanilla rice milk doing in there? (It sounded good at the time....)

Some women I find strangly attractive...

Mel B (Scary Spice)

Kat Von D

Chelsae Handler

Danielle from American Pickers

I am just as suprised as you are. I should note that this is not based on personality or character.

(Pulp Fiction)

Getting too big for his britches.

Dash was wearing Kaed's boxer-briefs the other day and he showed my mom. "Gramma look at my new boxer shorts!"

My mom: "Oh wow. They look a little big for ya."

Dash: "That's because I got a big wiener."

How do you respond to that?! He wasn't even joking! He was dead serious!

Nick and Dash

I'm getting Kaed a fishing pole and tackle box for his birthday this weekend. Don't tell him. We're gonna fish too. I can't wait. Man, he's turning 9. Doesn't seem possible that I've been around him for 8.5 years. It doesn't seem possible that my dogs are older than he is either. Here's a song from my youth that has new meaning for me:

God loves to talk to boys, while they're fishin'.

That seems to be the time boys listen best.

It's the only quiet time there is for wishin'.

It's the only time God and boys can rest.