If I Should Lose You

First day of kindergarten

Kiernan, the belle of the ball at his 3rd birthday

An aquatic take on pigs in a blanket

I thought this was nice.

All these were taken at the Matanuska River Park and I thought they were pretty awesome.

I haven't been talking about a lot of shit lately because it's too goddamn stupid and pointless. Take the senate primary here in Alaska. See, wasn't that just the most awful story ever? Also, there has been the State Fair which is a big excuse to binge eat/drink and spend too much money. Gyros? You bet your sweet ass I had some goddamn gyros, salmon quesadillas too. And then Gavin goes to school and that's pretty fucked up because he's already in real school. I mean, I kept another human being alive long enough to shift responsibility for raising him onto the state. Fuck yeah, Dad of the year, right here, century more like it. Also, there are many, many hot moms who take their kids to school each day. Jesus, they're like, so hot it's fucking stupid. Fuck man.

Learn to work the saxophone.

Can I Get A Window Seat?

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I'm seriously married to the best wife in the world. She can't cook for shit, but she lets me be who I am.

Happy Birthday, Babe.

Make Marijuana Legal!!!!

Happy Continuation Day.

Waiting.

Relentless.

I thought that this mushroom was pretty dope.

Can't even say anything.

The terrifying purpose of slime mold.

Pretty.

The forest doesn't give a shit about you.

Winter is closer than you think it is.

And yet, these flowers go through their charades.

Give Me Something

Expensive, son.

Had some dope-ass roasted oysters in here.

Ridiculous.

I thought this picture was pretty awesome.

Who wouldn't want to come to a church with a neon framed crucifix?

Nothing.

Cruisin' down 5th on a Saturday night.

Soul obliterating.

I went over to youtube and set up some shit there to document my completely mundane existence. Now go and make me an internet star like that dentist kid.

Hate You

Battle for my amusement, slave!

The only reason to have children is so that you can outfit them in things and make them do things that you want. I love these children but understand that they are slowly killing me.

Stupid Shit, Vol. 256

The white trash train just keeps rolling through the Mat-Su Valley. It's like a bad romance novel/Lifetime Movie Network afternoon special feature.

I've Watched You Change

You motherfuckers have been out of the loop. Here's some photos to bring everyone up to speed.

Spagett!!!

Rosa running around in the backyard.

I split the fuck out of all of this.

Pretty boss fire I've got here.

Fireweed

Random weeds/clover

Fucking clouds. How do they work?

Trying to get a job is a gigantic pain in the ass.

Beyond the Rubicon

Literary genius right here.

It was Father's Day today. If you don't know, it's fucking hard to have kids, if you do it right. Sure, you could be one of those permissive shithead parents who let their kids do what the fuck ever and then you have to pay for all those goddamn Adderall scripts and make excuses for why your kid is a fucktard, but real motherfuckers know that you have to be a total hardass all the time for you kids to turn out right.

I've been working outside on the yard lately and have been totally exhausted after I'm done. I can't imagine how my old man worked 10 or 12 plus hour days at some goddamn hard physical labor and still came home and was a father and how he did this for his entire life. He knew what the fuck it took to raise kids correctly and he knew he had to work his ass off to make sure those goddamn kids got fed and he still did it.

Motherfucker was hard. I have to give big respect to the old bastard because he raised his family in terrible conditions, work and otherwise, and did what he had to do. Shit, I wish he was still around to help me with this shit.

Miss you, Pop.

My Life is Pretty Plain

All I can do is read a book to stay awake.

We're doing the book club live and we're fucking it. There's no words there. All internet fuckery aside, we are going to have a book club and we are mailing the invites to the locals and we will have booze because we want to have our friends/loved ones to be liquored up and arguing the merits of their favorite pieces of prose. It will be fun. It will also be totally white so dress accordingly (i.e. no FUBU).

Just kidding, I'll be totally FUBU'ed out. I got to bring that diversity to all these crackers.

Thinking of You

Rosa Lucky Parks Toche

Yeah, I just dropped a bunch of bones on a Pembroke Corgi and Felicia named her after civil rights activist Rosa Parks.

I'm also drinking vodka-sodas and watching the second installment of the Godfather.

Eat a dick, mortality.

We'll Work It All Out Together

My old man and my diploma

I even earned a silver and a gold sticker for mine.

I don't know how the fuck my old man would have reacted to my college education, but I know he was proud of my brother. I guess all those lectures about how shitty it is being a poor laborer and all those ass-beatings when I was a fuck head paid off.

I miss that son of a bitch.

I Want a Perfect Soul

My boys and their Uncle Joe

I've been off the radar for a while and it has been good but I think I'll start the post a day thing and try to keep it up even if I do get that J-O-B. Sometimes I just can't wrap my head around things and stupid shit seems to bother me more than it should. Just yesterday I was shopping for Gavin's new school clothes in the little boy section and not the baby/toddler section and I realized "this is how it happens that you end up all old and shit". Then today Gavin is telling me all about his imaginary friend Meesee who wasn't paying attention when he went shooting and pointed the weapon at his stomach and pulled the trigger so now Meesee is dead and he needs to find a new Meesee.

I fear for the children who have to face the next huge evolutionary bottle-neck event.

We Were Looking for Ourselves

I will not tolerate you.

I've got a metric fuckton of photos to resize so blogger will upload them and then all the fun times I will recount of my 30 day adventure with a dog, two children, wife, relatives and friends on a wacky quest to buy a Pembroke Corgi and drive it 2600 miles to it's new home. I hear Michael Bay wants to buy it so he can turn it into next summer's blockbuster 'splosion-filled turd of a movie. Stay tuned.

In the meantime, read this. It's a friend of mine from the Marine Corps who has a blog now and it is filled with wine and kitty goodness.

If There's Something I Need

The inside of an operant chamber

I've been busy as all fuck with the graduation, and parties, and finishing research presentations, and all that other shit. Now, I'm going on a road trip to the Lower 48. It might be cool to do some blogging of that but I don't know how good the wifi is going to be, so we'll see about it.