Snader Flyby
A couple weeks ago, our family got out of the house, packed up the baby paraphernalia into the minivan, and drove down to Fiddler’s Pond. It doesn’t have any fiddlers there that I’ve seen, but it does have a nice 1.5 mile trail looping around the pond, or maybe the lake, I don’t know. It’s […]
“Sure, that looks easy.” I gingerly positioned my butt in the middle of the rickety wooden stool and balanced myself by leaning my head against the cow’s thick, wooly hide. Then I grabbed that dangling, fleshy udder and squeezed as hard as I could. A little drop plinked into the bucket.
Thanks to two new monthly support pledges last week, we are at 20.42% support! This is fantastic and we’re so excited to be seeing momentum like this. In September so far, four people have supported us. In previous months we were averaging 1.5 supporters a month (an educated guesstimate). It’s incredibly humbling to have so […]
Happy 3rd Anniversary, Janice! I’m happy I married you. Hopefully this “poem” doesn’t cause you to regret that decision… Janice, she’s the she for me She’s the one for me, you see. She tickles my ticker; makes it gurgle, giggle, and hippety hop. It wiggles, jiggles, and positively pippety pops. “But human hearts do no […]
Click here to get notified of new blogs by email! Friday I had to babysit while Janice went out to eat with some of friends. I’m not complaining because another friend of her’s had dropped off a big bowl of spaghetti that afternoon. Janice has good friends and I wanted her to be free to […]
One thing I learned about pregnant women, or pregnant Janice’s at least, is that they have superhuman smelling. A bloodhound could have his nose down to the ground, sniffing for all he’s worth and not picking up any scents whatsoever. My wife would come along, take one light sniff, and then point the bloodhound in the right direction, “That way, stupid.”
Last weekend we hopped in the family Caravan and made a beeline for the most inhospitable patch of wilderness West Virginia has to offer. Well, probably not the most inhospitable. Some of those mountain side shacks we drove past looked pretty miserable. I suppose lying under a grub filled rotting tree in a downpour would […]
