How is it that the one who, after dodging patrol helicopters during a midnight rendezvous with death (clandestine fishing excursion) and who finally lays down to sleep the slumber of a thousand logs at 2 am, is the first to rise in the morning?  So goes the definitive description of our household and my erstwhile early-morning companions who populate it.

Summertime

Adventures too numerous to count have prevailed this summer.  So, here's a few new paintings to let the blog know I ain't been slackin'.  Rattlesnakes, explosives, clandestine midnight fishing, sorties into enemy territory (Mex) and all this with a titanium leg that is really beginning to convince me that my normal x-man powers have been enhanced to a level heretofore unknown in our household.  I just have to be careful not to get angry while playing soccer 'cause those big adamantium spikes come shooting out of my foot and all @#$% breaks loose.
Marissa's birthday is today.  My little baby girl is 23...hmmm, I guess that makes me a little older than her.