Off To Da Beach

Nothing eventful here, just wanted to rub everyone's noses in, I mean, let everyone know that we are heading to the beach again tomorrow. Yes we went 2 weeks ago and yes we are staying at the same place. But with different friends, so we are changing it up a bit. I will say that we will do the same thing with the Gibson's that we did with the Kudrna's, absolutely nothing.
Mom told me a story today that when I was a kid, she read a Q&A in my yearbook. It asked, "What do you like best that your family does together?" My response was, "Nothing." I know that sounds bad, but consider what I love to do at the beach, and you realize that I loved just sitting with the family while doing nothing.

Tribute to Mom

So I started my blogging days by pokin fun at my mom. For the record, I was kidding. It did happen, but I am sure it had to do with the situation (me at her work), and the lighting, so Mom, I understand. But here is another reason to poke fun...




















Is that a diaper????

But I do want to say a few things and I hope you enjoy the pics throughout...

First, for Mother's Day, I called my Mom from the beach. That is it. No card, no gift, no hug, no chocolates. So this is my makeup, and I will still give her all of the above.


My mom has always been there for me. She is one of the few reasons I have self-esteem today. When every other person in the world had critical things to say, she was always there to encourage me.





















She taught me to love God and family. She taught me to sacrifice even when I don't have much to sacrifice. To be honest and caring. She is selfless, tender, and oh so beautiful.


















She made me want to find someone like her to spend the rest of my life with (and I did).






















She always called me her rock, but I have come to understand what that really means and have realized that through life she has always been my rock. On Earth, there is only one person that I can say has ALWAYS been there for me since the beginning to come to when I need encouragement, someone to hug me really hard, or just someone to cook me a greasy cheeseburger. Yes its my mom. I love you Mom. And I know you know who I am. I was just kiddin.

Weekends are for Resting

I always looked forward to weekends so that I could wind down and relax after a long weeks work of 20 or 30 hours. But nowadays, it just doesn't happen. My wife knows everyone under the Sun and I have a 3 and 1 year old, so...
Example. Friday we went to the Watsons after work for dinner and hangin out. I believe we got home after 9 and then spent the next hour or so putting kids to bed. Saturday, Joanna had to get up and cook for a baby shower for her friend. So I took care of the kids for the most part all day until she got home around 4 o'clock. During the day, I played bball with them, pushed them on the swing, took them to Zaxbys and Target, and then came home for rest and naps. Thats when I heard the awful sound of water drips on my entry way floor. So with both kids in my arms I darted upstairs to see the sink overflowing (drain was backed up), onto the floor. The carpet was soaked. Downstairs the light fixture was filled with water and there were 2 big water stains in the ceiling. So I fought back a few unnecessary words, put the kids down, got out my wrench and snake-it and unclogged the drain. What a man I am. This made us late to Jeff Kudrna's birthday party. I got me a black lager and said now I get to chill, talk to some peeps, and play pool. None of that happened, as I volunteered to watch the kids while others did the above. I pushed Shea, Ella and Seth on the swing, taught them how to climb across the monkey bars, and got spit up on by Nash. It was a great night. Really, I enjoyed it. Then today, Sunday, got home from church, mowed the lawn and cut down limbs, then went to eat with the Owings. Now I am home finally, resting for a long week at work. Well not too long, we leave Wed for Navarre Beach again for the 2nd time in as many weeks...I guess my life is pretty cool after all.

Blog Blog Blog

So for my first blog I wanted to tell a story that sums up my life. I went to my Mom's work the other day to drop off a package. I walked through the door noticing my Mom behind the counter. I said "how are you doin?" She looked up and said, "How can I help you"... then stared into my eyes for no less than 5 seconds. I just stood in silence and angled my head a little in disbelief until she said, "OMG, Bubs I didn't know it was you". Brilliant.
Really, that doesn't sum up my life, I just wanted it documented that my mom didn't know me.