Walk in the park

1. You gotta have a wide base to properly look at a duck. In case they charge you. No jokes about "Put it on my bill." intended.

2. Takes a real man to pull off baby blue in the park. The fish was giving us the finger so he was blurred out.

3. They's babies growin' on trees!

4. Strolling along

5. That is some pale skin boy.

The side effects of eating meat sticks too fast

1. Stage one- Cramming

2. Stage two- Celebrating

3. Stage three- Polishing

4. Stage four- Scraping your face on concrete and wearing manta ray shirts

Happy Birthday to YOU Mema!..... and Benito Juarez!

Benito Pablo Juárez García (IPA [be'nit̪o 'paβ̞lo 'xwaɾes gaɾ'sia]) (March 21, 1806 – July 18, 1872) was a Zapotec Amerindian who served five terms [1] (1858–1861), (1861–1865), (1865–1867), (1867–1871), and (1871–1872), as President of Mexico. For resisting the French occupation, overthrowing the Empire, and restoring the Republic, as well as his efforts to modernize the country, Juárez is often regarded as Mexico's greatest and most beloved leader. He is the only full-blooded indigenous national to serve as President of Mexico.

I live to educate.

Happy Saint Patrick's Day!

1. The ladies listen to the shirt

2. Brendan likes his Irish ducks in a row. No reasonable explanation why the dog is there. My guess? He knows a guy.

3. Come out ye Black and Tans!

4. He gets this glazed over look when he chews his ducks. Like when you see a lion eating a gazelle or a dog chewing on a bone.

5. We've got Fritos! And one of us has a terrible haircut!

Breakfast time

1. When you got your hands full ya got to drink your milk somehow.

2. Beauty mark

3. Hold on, gather around. I've got a toast. (get it?)

Mommy's out of town. Uh oh.

We had a full day this Saturday. Before going to Papa's Kiwanis Pancake Breakfast, we had to run 25 sprints with sharp scissors. Ate flapjacks. Napped. Woke up and went sraight into our mumblepeg exercises. No that is not a plastic hand, nor is it a cadaver's hand. I'm pale, ok? Lay off. We had a quick snack, poured out some liquor for our homies (as we do every Saturday) amd then we were off to check out some Flyball with Grandma and Grandpa. Came home. Napped. Woke up and worked on our Wet Willies from a wet dog nose. You have to be really disciplined to smile through that. We later went to Dreamland, but the carnage was so severe it would not be right to put it PG blog.

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