Disney updates part II

Couple pics just came in...Hot off the iPhone presses...

She shows uncharacteristic patience. This is serious business.

The finished product(she's the Genie from Alladin). Kinda creepy, but she's obviously super-pumped.



Meanwhile, back on the home front, Jack pooped. TWICE!!

Disney updates

The ladies are having a grand old time in the nation's tourist capital.

Couple pics:

Grace enters the park, stands with only her face in the sun, and squints like she's having a stroke:
A more representative pic of my favorite girl in the whole world:


Meanwhile, Jack and I languish at home amid a flurry of wrestling, tickling and eating meat. No Veggies for us men!

Surprises

I have to say, even though I'm not involved at all, my wife is doing one of the awesomest things of all time this weekend.

She's surprising Grace on Saturday Morning with a trip to...Disney World.

My wife and I have known about it for awhile obviously, but Grace has no idea. She's almost 4, but this has been her life long goal.

Last night, when she was going to bed, I asked Grace what she wanted more than anything in the world, and she said: "To see Disney World" then she got a little sad and said: "but you have to be 5 to go there."

HeeHee. She's going to poop herself.

While all that's happening, I get to spend the weekend with this guy:


Jack's newest thing is that if he wants to sit next to me on the couch, will walk up and say "Sit with the Dude?". It comes out more "sihwdoooo?" but I know what he means.

And yes, Jack, you can always sit with the Dude.

Halloween

Not sure what year this is from...Somewhere near the turn of the century, I guess(that sounds weird) maybe even earlier.

I have no idea what costume Juan is wearing. Beastmaster? Braveheart? ANd why the fuck would I be eating an apple?

Anyway, it's always nice to find lost gems like this from pre-digital camera days.

Run DMV

So...I moved last year. I needed to change my voter registration and address on the old Driver's License. A prick cop told me a few months ago that you only have 10 days to change your DL address, and he was actually doing me a favor by writing me a $100 ticket instead of calling in the state troopers to haul me in. Evidently, bogus DL address is a state offense yo.

So, Tuesday became my getshitdone day, since I was already off work for rehab and a doc appt at Northwestern.

My day started with a choice, and whenever that happens, I invariably choose wrong.

My choice: go to the DMV by my house, or the one on the way back from Northwestern?

Well, I don't know what the one by my house is like, but the one on Laramie and the Eisenhower is being remodeled. So, I sat in a party tent, setup in a parking lot, with 350 of my closest friends while waiting for my License.

But the wait was well worth it. Check this out yo:

The blog jinx strikes again.

The blog jinx: Name the demon and invoke that demon.

I poked some fun at Hurricane Ike forcing me to work on Sunday. His buddy, Gustav, decided revenge was in order.

Now I have no carpeting or drywall in my basement. You can say Gustav game me "a full 6 inches". Or maybe "he let his juices run all over my basement".

Regardless, he flooded my house.

So I spent Sunday working, and pumping, and working and pumping. I then spent Monday paying. Paying for someone to tear apart my basement. Then paying for Jimmy John's cuz what's $10 when you just spent $4k, right?

All you homeowners out there...Get flood insurance. It matters. With luck, I'll make enough from insurance to cover the plans I have in store for my soon-to-be waterproof basement.

Rock me like a Hurrucane

So, Hurricane Ike is bearing down on the Texas coast. Towards the main energy producing region of our great country.

To residents of the effected areas, this represents turmoil, uncertainty, danger and sadness.

To me, it means I have to work on Sunday. I would much prefer to feel empathy towards the good people of Houston from the comfort of my HDTV, while watching my favorite NFL teams battle for the right to say: "Screw You Mother Nature!!"

Instead I'll be working, blech.

Saturday should be fun, though. Company golf outing...play well, and I can pay off my car. Play poorly, and I get drunk for free. Win-win in my book.

Then off to a bachelor party. I'm not much of a traditional bachelor party guy. Not really into midget strippers, for instance(my own bachelor party notwithstanding). But I do like hanging out with dudes. You chicks should try it some time.

Over under for sack-showing...midnight.