"Soccer Season..."

...is over!! It seems as quick as they begin, they end. Zach seemed to have a better season this time then the last one, which was his first. He would just stand on the field and watch. In his defense, he was the only one with the foresight to actually stay on the field while the other kids would run off through the other fields chasing the ball. We had Zach's end-of-the-season party last Saturday. Here are a few pix:


Zach: "Hey Dad, look how evil I can appear! I think I'm possessed!"
Me: "Really? Possessed? Here, at CiCi's?"
Zach: "Yeah! It must be the parmesean cheese they have here..."
Me: "Um...yeah...that must be it."


Hey, what a cake! Baked by one of the most talented world-renouned chefs to ever walk the Earth...you know know him as "Kenny" from Kroger's.

I played soccer for, I think a year when I was 6. Our team was The Roadrunners. Sky blue shirts and bright orange shorts. Who came up with that anyways? A blind fashion designer? All I remember is "Coach Blake" screaming at anyone and everyone to "play their position". We were 6, ya know? Probably why I never played again. But now I enjoy kicking the ball around with anyone who wants to. I think I may have played longer if the coach wasn't such a d-bag. But what can you do, right? Can't go back in time the way I would love to. But at least Zach and Emmy have a great coach in their mom. Hopefully they will take these seasons to their adulthood and remember them with fondness.

"The Irises...they are a-bloomin'..."

Yes, the irises that I have in my front flower bed which only bloom every three or four years have decided that 2010 is the year of the giant bloom! This year I thought I would try to document the various stages of the metamorphisis. So...:

Stage One:

Here we see the stalk being produced. If Jack were around he'd say, "Hey, that's not a beanstalk...that's more of an iris stalk."

Stage Two:

Now we see the iris about to bloom. It doesn't look very big, but beneath the surface...

Stage Three:


Man is this thing huge! A good 4-6 inches in diameter and a very nice shade of lavender. I had to actually hold the thing open in the second picture.

It's always nice to see something happen that doesn't happen all the time. Just like the cicadas. Only every 17 years do they show up, fly around for a few days to reproduce, then *poof*, gone again. Planet Earth had some great footage of just how many of them show up. All the bigger animals eat them non-stop until they're about to burst. But there are still millions of them left. Humans are the only species to mourn someone's death and celebrate someone's birth. To nurture our young for years instead of days or even hours. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be an animal for a week. What about a cat...maybe a bird. Just to see what they see. To feel what they feel. Once again, one of the many questions I will file under "What To Ask When You Get To Heaven".

"It's Easter!"

We had a pretty cool Easter weekend. I of course enjoyed a three day weekend and took Zach and Emmy up to my office and man, everyone just loved them Someone should, right? Ha Ha just kidding. Then I took them to Cari's work where they met a similar greeting. Can everyone be right? Are my kids the cutest in the world? It's hard to argue with everyone. So maybe I won't. Here are a few pix from Sunday:


Zach: "Hey Dad, the Easter Bunny brought me some Legos!"
Me: "Hey that's great. Um..."
Zach: "Something on your mind?"
Me: "Yeah...did he happen to bring you some, oh, I don't know...clothes?"
Zach: "Yeah he did. I traded them for more candy."
Me: "Good call."


Emmy: "Help! I'm getting sprayed with Silly String! Please tell me it won't hurt me!"
Me: (looking at ingredients): "Let's see...Highly Flammable...Do Not Ingest...Sticks Like Crazy Glue...yeah, you should be okay."


Just a great shot of a gigantic bubble!

I got on Facebook and it seemed like everyone was all, "Glad to see the stone moved!" and what have you. Jesus made the ultimate sacrifice so that we may be saved. Our lives are so temporary here on Earth and it is starting to bug me that people worry so much about things that they have no control over. Gotta start letting some things go ya know? Nothing that happens to you over the course of your life is unfixable. A little time and a little effort can stretch eons. 30,000 days is all we get, give or take. Do we really want to be spending them unhappy? Didn't think so.