FOOLED YA! Actually, this is the most comfortable bed I've ever rested my bald head in. My folks stayed at the Stephen F. Austin Hotel in downtown Austin this past weekend while we were in town for my Grandma's birthday. What great kids my folks are, they made my grandma pay for a hotel on her birthday - good thing birthdays only come once a year (so I'm told - the concept of a year is a bit beyond my scope), they sound pretty expensive with kids like my parents...
... and I was being sarcastic. These two, along with my Mommy, thought they were still in High School after wolfing down about three pounds of fajitas, queso, rice and beans from Mama Ninfa's. I guess a little compliment can go a long way; so, with that in mind: To all my female fans reading this blog today, you all look like you've lost some weight, have y'all been working out?
Here we all are (Mom, Dad, Uncle Michael and my second cousin Jack) before the big game. Someone forget to tell Jack to get his Horns up (though I suspect Jack was rooting against Mack Brown because he kept telling me that Coach Brown was a mental midget compared to the likes of some guys named 'R.C. Slocum' and 'Wayne Fontes.') Well, if Jack knows so much about football, how come he lost both his bets to his little brothers Zach and Adam? By the way, someone forgot to tell the Longhorn football team to put their Horns up. Does Jack have the number for Coaches Slocum and Fontes . . . 
Here's me and my great aunt Carla relaxing after another feast at the Massey compound in Sulphur Springs, TX. We're putting on a good face here, but moments after this picture was taken we both took a serious nap.
Bobby-san say: halloween like father's high-school prom, much anticipation and dressing up, with disappointing reward.
I strongly recommend that you take "treat" or you'll be eating creamed candy corn through a straw for the next couple of weeks.
This is the girl who is someday gonna say she has to give her goldfish a bath when I ask her out on a date. Good thing her Mama likes me and she'll make her go on a pity date with me.
She was born on October 17th and weighed in at 8 lbs, 11 ozs. Mommy, Daddy, and I went to see her at the hospital on Friday, but no one could tell who the little girl was because I started crying when my parents gave her some of the all-encompassing attention that is supposed to go to me. We left soon after. Mission accomplished.
I have decided that my wardrobe is not "hard" enough. I have added a fly cap to the mix that is really giving me a bad boy rap at daycare. The ladies are throwing themselves at me...it's too easy.
