Quick Survey

How many of you would go to a tattoo parlor called "The Bleeding Cowboy"? Show of hands? Kind of like going to a restaurant called "The Exploding Bowel", isn't it?

Golf

Explain how it makes it less of a sport because it has different rules and emphasizes different areas of physical endeavor? Does everything have to be the bloody NFL? I mean, I like football as much or more than the next guy, but jeez-holding everything up to the NFL for comparison makes me throw up a little in my mouth. Especially when I see how Tsar Goodell treats his peons...

A remarkably long without pictures

By which I mean, I've gone a long time without taking any. Which is weird. I didn't really take any at the 4th of July, even. Here's Gwen the mountain goat.

Aerin bugging me in my reading chair.


Kylie and Aerin, muggers for the camera.



Gwen, playing on the grass during the fireworks. What fireworks?

These fireworks. Yes, it was lame. I screwed up and got the lame fireworks this year.


Gwen didn't care much. She was just glad to be out in the sun.


Conor was glad to be out of the sun.


Drank a lot of this. Just like this picture.

Hey, it's a new post

Here's what's going on: Halle, Jack, Aerin, and their cousin Camryn waiting for Old Faithful to erupt.

And right after it's over.


And then walking back to the car after the eruption, the kids decided to stop and pose. Cam was so nice to indulge Aerin in a piggy back ride the whole way back.


We drove through Grandma Syd's favorite spot, Firehole Canyon, on the way back. It's petty steep, so we had to keep a hold on Aerin. I think they all wanted to chase the chipmunk down the slope.


Halle and Camryn.


Pushing Gwen in the shopping cart:


Aerin is a BoSox fan- that's my girl.


It was hailing like nuts.



View from the hammock:



The tramp: