Predictable Liam.

Liam is as predictable as he is adorable. As an 8-year old, he is getting himself dressed with the clothes he picks out with no problem.
There is a slight problem actually. This is where the adorable and predictable collide.
If he has red shorts, his shirt has to be red. If his shorts are black, his shirt can only be black. I could go on with all the colors, but you get the point.
The other day, after getting professional pictures taken with little Tony, Liam came home and changed so we could go to the park. He came out with the same black dress shirt and black shorts. I told him to go change his shirt, because it was too hot to wear outside. Now black shorts should go with pretty much any color t-shirt he can pick out of closet.
I hear "alright Dad I'm ready, let's go". I turn around and he has on blue shorts with a blue t-shirt. I ask him why he changed his shorts too. His reply-"I didn't have any black t-shirts".
This has become a game with Steph and I. Everytime he goes to get himself dressed, we wait with anticipation as he gets himself fashionably coordinated. It's like the runway walk at a fashion show. We give ourselves that look when our little man come out in his one color. It is like clockwork. He is very serious about his choices. When you confront him about, he claims that that's just the way he likes to get dressed.
It is these little things that make Liam so unique.
Adorable and predictability do clash quite a bit with him, but the adorable always wins the battle.

A special section in hell!

This has been a busy month for the cowards of the world. They're popping up everywhere from Iraq to England to Egypt. I hope the London cowards are caught and brought to justice here and after they are put down like the disgusting dogs that they are. I have always believed in good and evil, Heaven and hell. The only God that I know of has the final say in the matter. My only hope in this is that God will place these "cowards" in that special section in hell. No compassion or forgiveness should be given to the despicable excuses for human-beings. Their suffering should be eternal.
What is up with these cowards anyway. It seems that their problems lie in their own countries and ruling parties. Why do they come after the civilized section of the world. If they have problems, stay in your own countries and deal with them there. Even the other cowardly cowards in their "section" of the world look on these thugs as heroes with the courage of alah or whatever other being they choose to make up. I got news for these dopes. They are neither. They are cowards who either choose to be the most absurd being to ever walk the face of this planet, a "suicide-bomber". Or they bomb and then slither away under the rocks they entered this world from.
I remember when I saw Henry Rollins perform right after the coward attacked America. He said that instead of going after Afghanistan with bombs, we should fly over and drop RAMONES records for them. It was a humorous statement which now seems kind of depressing. How come human-beings cannot have fun. Why not pop on a RAMONES record and just rock out and have fun. Why is everyone so angry. We are on this Earth for a very limited time. I don't know why the notion of enjoying the moments sounds so absurd.
And I guess that JOHN LENNON doesn't sound like just another hippy freak now does he? He had it right thirty years ago and the message will always go on. PEACE. Why is this such an absurd notion? If you listen to IMAGINE now it almost sounds like a blue-print to solve these problems. Maybe I'm stretching it a little, but I have always held LENNON high on the musical shelf. I have, and will always, believe in his music as well as his message.
We have entered a new era in time in this world. Peace is the ultimate option. But if the thugs will not comply, we must be vigilant and swift in sending them to their own special section.

The project has begun

Spent today, with my good friend Phil, gutting the kitchen to make way for the new cabinets and appliances we are going to install. I bought a 5-gallon bucket of primer so Steph and I can begin the painting tomorrow.
I'm personally waiting for my favorite season-FALL. I can picture myself out on the deck observing the "grounds" in all that crisp weather. I hope it's crisp. Sometimes mother nature ignores my season and blends Summer and Winter together with no crispness. Oh the humanity of it all!!!!!
I've met some neighbors and they seem real nice. I also bought some cookies today from a door-to-door salesman. Well, actually he was about 12, but he suckered me right in. He's pretty good to get anything from the ole' tightwad himself. Well it seemed a good cause, so what the hey!
Time to go watch The Honeymooner's. Over and out.

The new house!

What a busy week. We purchased our new house on Friday. It's an awesome house with a great floorplan, but the yard is the key. I call it the "grounds". Of course mowing it is no day in the park, but it's all worth it.

The magic of fireflies

Well, after a week of frustration with our cable "provider"(and I use that term sparingly), we are back up with both our phones and our internet. I'm not even going to rehash this story because I'm finally over it.
We took a family ride along the Blue Ridge Parkway last week, and it was awesome. The perfect time of day as well as perfect weather. It's cool just viewing the incredible scenery of the mountains, but to actually cut through the mountain in sporadic tunnels was just as cool. Just ask Liam.
I finally can let loose the guilt of scratching up Steph's van. After stopping for a bite after our voyage over the mountains, I couldn't help but notice these 4 indentations on the outside of the passenger door just below the window. After closer inspection, I noticed another indentation on the inside of the door just below the window. Using my skills learned from my favorite cop shows, I figured out the cause of the damage. Steph's white-knuckle adventure over the mountains.
Last night after gathering up fireworks for the fourth, we came home and Liam hopped out all excited not at the fireworks, but what he called Firefly holiday. Our back yard was blinking like an invisible Christmas tree. He was catching them and showing me as well as trying to bring them in the house to show Steph. It was a magical scene and one of the memories of summer that would be called a masterpiece if painted right at that moment to capture the innocence and magic of it all.

PEACE!