Little Guy/Big Guy

My parents bought me a couple of t-shirts for my birthday a few weeks ago. Here are Chase and I modeling them for the camera. I was going to take my pants off too, but that might have been a little weird.

Handy Work

At times I'll sit and draw my hand. My left hand. Since I'm right handed all my hand drawings are of my left hand. Unless I draw a right hand drawing a right hand, but that's a little too M.C. Escher for me. Here are a bunch of left hands drawn then painted for some artistic calisthenics. Please no back handed compliments. (BOOOOOOOOO, even I thought that last pun was bad.)

Mind if I Axe You A Question?

"Damn it, Bill. I thought you wanted to 'ASK' me something terrible."
"Honey, they gave me the Axe today."
"Crap!! I need Club Soda before this stain sets!!"
"I gotta splitting head ache."
"Phil always did like it parted on the right."
"Has anyone seen the first aid kit?"
"That's the last time I flip off a redneck in traffic."
"'Idiots Guide To Juggling' my ASS!"
"F@cking Mondays."

Everything Has It's Place.

My wife, whom I love greatly, is knee deep in the nesting phase of her second pregnancy (We're having a little girl in May if I haven't mentioned it!!). My wife is constantly fluttering around the house and securing the twigs and sticks that makes up a nice nest. Well this is all well and good... until I NEED something. Like my wallet, my car keys, the cord that allows me to download pictures from my camera to our computer. I love her. I know I've said that already, but I really do. Our house is looking fantastic. She even turned our garage into an art studio. What kind of artist wouldn't love THAT!! I'm just saying. I need a map, a hint, or a clue if I want to find the waffle iron. Sorry Chase, it's pancakes again. Mommy hid the waffle iron, along with your high chair, the silverware and your sippy cups. Everyday is a scavenger hunt. Which isn't such a bad thing if you're up for the adventure.