So, this motorcycle gang shows up at our house, right? And they give us an ultimatum. I mean, they don’t know the word ultimatum but they can be demanding. “Juice boxes or we attack,” they said.

Problem was, bedtime was only an hour away, and those juice boxes would have sent them bouncing off the walls and us cleaning up the pee pee. So we said, “No.” That was good enough for the two blondes, Sydney and Aubrey Jones, who backed off pretty easy.

Addison was another story, so we locked him up and put him on juice probation for 10-15 . . . hours. Posted by Picasa


My parents’ house is jacked up. Seriously, it has been raised by jacks and elevated like the car on Cletis’s front lawn.

This marks the first change in direction for the house, which had been sinking steadily for the past 30 years or so. It would have been fixed a long time ago, except that Robbie really stinks at Jedi art. He kept telling us he could do it, but the Force is so not with him it’s not even funny. The only Jedi mind trick I’ve ever seen him do was when he convinced Lydia to marry him . . . which was a really good trick by the way.

Anyway, Bobcat isn’t just the name Robbie wants us to call him now, it’s also a fixture on our lawn. Oh what fun it is to ride on a machine that can rip out a tree without even blinking. Not that machines blink, it’s just really late.

So, the last picture is of our niece, Cordelia, lifting the house on her own. She doesn’t seem that strong, but she just propped the entire house on her left shoulder and started chugging along. For all I know, she could have brought the whole thing back to NY with her.

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The 4th of July was all good, but this was a great shot taken by me, Adam, believe it or not.

Okay, if you don’t believe it, Heather took the picture. But you can’t blame me for trying to take credit for capturing the moment. The Norwegian-Super-Model-looking one is our niece Mackenzie, three days after turning 11. Addison kind of looks like a baby elf here, compared to Mackenzie (and to the adult Cubs hat).

I, as usual, look like a normal-size dork. Posted by Picasa