The Little Banker Goes to Church

Not pictured are his top hat and monocle.

Merry Christmas!

They done updated Roots

Candy cane boy and his Grandma

The Story of the Belsnickle

For those who have never heard of story of the legendary Belsnickel, I will give it to you in a nutshell. Basically you start with a nickle and then the artist handcrafts it into a magical Belsnickle like the one you see above. In a word, breathtaking.

The jester and his bear

Overworked Elf

This time of year is brutal for elves and Santas alike. in this photo shown here we see an elf who can hardly keep his eyes open. It appears he has worked even harder than the other elves because he only has one hand. Tragic. On the plus side his feet look ginormous.

The feeding process

Step 1
Wake up looking slightly confused. Wonder why the red headed one is bouncing you and telling you to wake up. Last thing you remember he was begging you to sleep. Mental note, Dad may be a little nuts.

Step 2
Begin gulping milk that smells just like trash. Remember to make lots of noises.

Step 3
Bottle is gone, repeat bottle is gone! Remember to thrash about and try to eat anything that comes near the mouth. Bottle is back! Repeat Step 2.

Step 4
Finish bottle, burp loudly to impress the parents, wonder why the red headed one gets in trouble when he burps, look cute.

I call this one "How Bob likes his men."

Black, tan, and extremely cold.

The boys and the womens

Mixed Martial Arts is Coming to Town

http://www.extremecombat.org/

Pretty cool idea. One of the refs is a guy that teaches my mixed martial arts class.

Another idea

How about a diaper that changes color when there's been some "action" in there? It would save you from having to check and risk getting hosed down. Oh well a guy can dream.

A gift from his Nana

Kids. You turn your back for one second...

Great Moments in Sleep Deprivation History

I had gotten up at 3:30 AM to go to work got off at 3:00 PM and had to be at class by 4:00PM. I had not slept very good the night before so I was hurting. That is no excise for what happened on this day, just giving you some background. Class had just gotten out and it was just me and the brothers. We all hung out for awhile and I thought about bringing in some of those black and white cookies from Seinfeld for me and the fellas to celebrate our new color blind group. Then tragedy struck. I was leaving and Bernard reached out for a fist bump, but instead he received a hearty fist shake for Whitey McCrackerson. We both looked down in horror at my hand wrapped around his fist and were both so shocked we just stared for a few seconds. After that, we both just silently backed away and left. Things were never the same after that, I'm sad to say. To his day I really study the hand being offered to me for any suspicious activity. Oh sure I went through a phase where I fist bumped everyone who came near me, but it didn't make me feel better. To this day, I think that single incident is the reason A&M has not let me graduate.

Story of Saint Brendan

http://www.irelandseye.com/irish/people/saints/brendan.shtm

Idea

From time to time I will give you readers one of my fine ideas. The one today involves eating wings. You know those little containers they put ranch or blue cheese in? Do you ever have trouble dipping properly? All of that wasted goodness. Anyway, here's where my idea comes in. Eateries need to adopt what I call a ranch/blue cheese trough (Pronounced troff). It is the length of your average wing so you can properly saturate said wing. It wouldn't cost any more than the other container and would provide much more eating enjoyment. Think about it and discuss.