Backs To The Wall

My blogging prowess will be slightly impaired today as I'm listening to Saxon whilst typing this. Don't know who they are? Good, that's how I like it. I'm a stallion of the highway.

I'm back for my now weekly blog update, and have recently uploaded some photos here from my phone that illustrate what the small child has been up to recently. Enjoy, if you dare.

A few weekends back we went into Phoenix with Aunt Beth, Uncle John, and Rachel, to a cool fish store. We'll be dragging a donated tank into our house this Saturday, so pray for my underwhelming six inch pythons and sprained/strained/boo-boo'd wrist as I try to assist in the effort.

Here is a shot of Brenna making sure this bizarre looking fish doesn't jump out of the tank after her. Be afraid, be very afraid.







This past Friday whilst Emily's friends were prancing around the house in their pajamas for a Mary Kay party, I took the small child to the local mall to blow off some steam, where she:

- Rode a rabid polar bear (notice she's whipping him/her with some make-believe reigns). I think that's Sasquatch running by in the background




- Went spelunking in an ice cave




- Drove a rally car through the Swiss Alps




Finally, I'd be remiss in not mentioning Brenna's recent school celebration of Dr. Seuss's 1000th (or whatever it was) birthday. Like her recent zoo visit, this event was star-studded. I was unable to attend due to a prior engagement of dwarf basting in the Andes, but Emily caught this shot of Brenna posing with Kim Karhootchie and the ever-present Richard Nixon. I always miss out on the good stuff.

Still fit to boogie, still fit to rock 'n' roll.