Happy 1,000,000,000,000th Anniversary

So it was 3 years ago to the day that we stood under the stars of Estes Park and proclaimed our undying, timeless, everlasting love for each other. The moon and the mountains moved under our feet, trembling in awe of the power of our love. Aliens were slated to destroy our universe but instead were brought to their scrawny knees and found themselves frolicking in the celestial sands by the forces our loving aura. Even the most hardened criminals in prison were holding hands and embracing each other (admittedly they may do that anyway, but I wouldn't know anything about doing hard time....soft time? Maybe.) African nations and their citizens' whose great-great-great-great-great-great grandparents didn't get along....still didn't get along.

Oh well, but for a split second of "I do" there was peace in our universe. I vividly remember pulling out my scrap paper with my vows scribbled all over and being taken down by the invisible forces of emotion. It doesn't get more honest than that. I am truly eternally grateful for the rock of support provided by my wife, family, and friends. Thanks to all that came to the celebration both in person and spirit. Even if you got snowed on, rained on, sun-ed on, loved on--we came to do work. That was one kick-ass party.

By the way it is a point of contention in our household about the anniversary tally. The Dairy Queen believes that the anniversary should encompass the 400 years that we dated prior to the "I do". Essentially it is her belief that we should get "credit" for all the hard time that we did together. As if there is some prize bank to cash in your anniversary chips at the end of the road. While that's a noble thought, it's a timeless adventure for us all. It's all a fart in the wind. Yes, it happens....but all too quickly it will be gone. So to Jay and to the rest of you--Happy Anniversary and may we celebrate for eternity.
"Hey baby. What's for dinner?"
Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad. I'm glad you met each other and found me at the grocery store! Quit that kissin' and feed me.
What's a blog post without almost getting slayed by a cute pic of The EGB?
Whatyu say Dad? NO! I will not tell Mom that you like her-like her. That's gross.

Friday Is My-Day

Yup. It's Friday once again. EGB loves this day because it means the weekend. She gets to leave the stress of the long, hard workweek behind and just relax with the family. It's tough being 15 months. People have all these crazy expectations. "Say this"...."Say that"..."No"..."Do this"....She gets tired of all the orders and takes the weekend to do a few things for herself. This weekend is going something like this:

First, put on the magic slippers.

Then break into the liquor cabinet for the top shelf milk.

Then do some light errands like watering the flowers and maybe some scrapbooking.

Then get some fresh air and take the family for a hike.

Climb a mountain or two.
Yes! The weekends are always a success. Tipsy on milk........I can't wait until next Friday to do it all over again.

It's Video Friday

Got some videos. Get out the popcorn. EGB has gone crazy in the ocean....

This is crazy. This is crazy. This is crazy. This is fun?

Nothing like a bunch of sandy cheese after a swim.

Here's my belly. It takes a lot of hard work to maintain this figure.

Next, gotta always get my hair did. Brushing it with my Gucci purse.

Gone Swimmin'

Been on vacation in Maine....there are many tales to tell. Once we get our heads screwed back on we'll be sharing some more of our summer with you. EGB is still legendary, bipedal, and storing spaceship parts for NASA in her cheeks. Until then....

Cuddle up with a tiger.

Umm. There are the keys. If I could just reach over there I could take this bad boy for a spin to the milk bar. Mmmmm milk.
Whoah! The ocean is cold! I just peed on my flip-flop.

All Day PJs All The Way

Good Friday!

I hope you find a way to stay in your PJs all weekend. Not only are they comfortable, but you can wear them anywhere--including a Pow-Wow. Pow! Pow! Wow! Yes, don't be afraid to take your PJs to the street. I heard it's really big in Japan and the Japanese tend to be way advanced.....at least that's what I heard from my friends at the park.
Hot dog! I'm in the PJs. Let's party.My parents say you don't learn anything from watching TV. They're wrong. This is my new signature dance move I learned on "So You Think You Can Dance". Oh, I can dance alright. DJ! Hit the beats!
Out and about. Still in the PJs. Letting it all hang out.
Me and Mama and the PJs.
Fire.
Good thing I have my flame-retardant PJs on. Those cheap ones from The Dollar Store would be torched right now.
Me and Poppa looking at people without PJs on. They look funny.

Now naptime and conveniently I'm still in my PJs. On your mark, get set, nap.

Random Friday

Get down with Random Fridays. The day where random pictures of EGB will be tossed to the world in hopes that someone really famous sees her and wants to put her in a movie.

Who dat? Calvin? You stank dog--everytime I open this door you run me over like "Koool-Aid!!!!!!". I'm locking you out.

People say I look like my dad. He's furry....I'm fuzzy. I don't get it.
Sometimes a regular jean jacket isn't gonna cut it. Sometimes it's just gotta be white. I'm thinking about going to P-Diddy's White Party this year in the Hamptons. I've got the jacket now I just need the plane ticket.
Shake whatcha momma gave ya!
I sleep with wild animals. This is my ferocious bear, Rivers. One time a stranger tried to grab me and Rivers ripped his head off and threw it.
Me in my mobile mushroom. Born to ride...