Celebrate The 100th Entry

It's time to celebrate the 100th blog entry for the EGB blog. We've yet to win any awards, but we'll write 1,000 more until we get some recognition around here. If there is a blog of the year award, we deserve it just for the EGB cuteness alone. Then if you throw in her magical eyes that can tame lions--forget about it.....she can bring peace in the Middle East if Hillary Clinton would just take her along. I'm just sayin'.

In doing the math--100 blog entries in 365 days=a lot. So there. We've done a lot of blogging and have a lot of memories to look back on. We'll be doing a year retrospective next week....stay tuned.

The 100th entry is quite fitting as EGB comes up on her 1st birthday this Sunday the 31st. We are having a blowout in a park in Colorado that you're all invited to. That is if you like hamburgers, whiskey, swingsets, cake, giants, and formula. Since this is 90% of you--you'd have a good time. But, wow, 1 year....a lot can happen. We've all grown and will continue to grow. Thanks for sharing a little bit of you with a little bit of us.

There is a glut of material that's been stockpiled in the ultra-secure data storage center, aka the basement, that needs to be shared with you all, but for now we'll just start with our recent visit to the creek.

To 100 more....cheers.

There are 7,439 pictures of me on the Internet and I'm still not a star. That's ludicrous. I'm getting a new agent. Papa, you're fired!

I hate grass. It hurts my sensitive skin. I've got a whole blog entry coming up about my dislike of the green spears. Please hold me.

Grass doesn't even taste good. I'll karate chop it. Hi-ya. Die grass.
Silly bears. Why you kisssin' each other? Kiss me. I'm kisssable.
Arrr. I'm a Pioneer on the frontier. Call me Ellie Crockett. Where's the gold?

Hey! Hey! Hey!

It's Friiiiidayyyy!

Look it's Big Red Riding Hood and The Little Bad Wolf.....There's more to the story, as there always is.

To be continued.........

A Day In The Life of The EGB

First of all, I caught EGB on my computer again. This time she was shopping for plane tickets to the Caribbean. I asked her why she wanted to go to the islands and not stay in solitary confinement in Colorado. She said she wants to further her swimming experiences in tropical waters. A fair response, but contrary to the credit card companys' predatory wishes, she's yet to own her own card. So no EGB-planned vacations as of yet...unless you consider crawling around the house attempting to dunk your head in the toilet a vacation--if so, she's been on vacation for a few months.

Secondly, yesterday was Mother's Day, which means Mothers everywhere were lavished with praise, love, champagne, food, chocolate, sun, mosquitoes, bicycles, whatever. Mother's Day-- a well deserved special day for you. Mothers, my hat is off to you. You somehow know things that Daddies never will--hereby saving our behinds from pending parenthood disasters daily. Without you we'd be feeding babies pop and hot dogs, surfing the web for how to diaper, likely in E.R. more often, and generally miserable and even grumpier without you.

To The Dairy Queen and the moms in my life. We love you and are eternally grateful for your sacrifice for us as babies and as fathers (not much difference between the two). You are our rock. EGB says in her special Mother's Day shout out, "hi, hi, hi, dog-gie, dada, nana, nana, hi, hi" which translates to, "Thankfully the stars and moon aligned themselves to end up in this wild monkey chamber with you as my mom. Plus you can sing real good, which makes me the envy of my classmates whose mamas sing like dogs in heat."

The other day I decided to kick open the bedroom door with a camera and lights to see what EGB was really up to. Hence the following picture....

Doh! Papa! I'm just dancin waiting for you to play with me.

Calvin the Orange Ganster and I are ready to be taken out of captivity to run free in the wild. Grab your keys and let's go!
Calvin says, "Owwoooooo." Which means, "Yeah, what the little meat face said."
EGB says, "Who you callin' meat face? Cow breath fur stank!"
Oops threw all my toys out of my cage.
Gimme those toyyyyyssss. By the way, my name is on the wall in case I forget. The other day, I could have sworn my name was Shelly. Thank goodness for my wall name-sign to avoid the confusion.

Whoot! Whoot!

Heyyyyyyyyyyyy!  It's Fridaaaaaaaaayyyyyy!

I'm soooo ready for the weekend.  Let's par-tay.  I got cheese and peas--who's comin' over?