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Vivien

You guys remember my godchickens? This one is Vivien, and look how big she is! Except, this photo was taken maybe two weeks ago, so she’s probably huge by now, off to grad school and so busy she won’t answer when I call. Giving your heart to an animal is just awful!

My dad will close his browser window when he gets to the second paragraph

(While I’m out of the country, I’m reposting some content from my archives. This one was originally published in the spring of 2006 when Chuck had just turned four.) Yesterday we took Chuck to the vet to have him microchipped and updated on all his vaccinations, and all those people did was shove treats the [...]

Gimme a HEY-OH!

Do you see how she’s biting his back, too? I really didn’t need to know that my dog is kinky.

J. Hepworth

My man. My lover. The father of my children. Soul mate. Knows how to drive a damn car. Ten years ago this month we started dating. Yes, there have been huge bumps in this road, but the view from here keeps getting better.

In touch with his inner sound effect

(While I’m out of the country, I’m reposting some content from my archives. This one was originally published in the fall of 2005 when we lived in our first house.) A few days ago our neighbor’s car caught on fire. I found out about it because Jon almost tore the door off its hinges as [...]

Respite

Isn’t he thoughtful to match his modesty patch to the pillows? Such a good boy.

Hand-me-down

Marlo has inherited Lets’a trike, although she can’t yet reach the pedals. I captured here a rare moment, a smile, because normally she sits on this thing and yells, “WON’T GO!” Well, duh, kid. If you’d just grow a couple of inches, that wouldn’t be a problem, now would it?

Leave me my tonles!

(While I’m out of the country, I’m reposting some content from my archives. This one was originally published in the summer of 2005 right after my father moved from Memphis to Salt Lake.) I thought my mother had thrown out my red Mead spiral notebook from second grade, but when my father moved here a [...]

Tongue-tied

And twisted, just an earth-bound misfit, I. (For the young nippers in the audience, this should explain it.)

Michael Ranger

You guys know my brother Ranger, right? No? This picture pretty much sums it up. Imagine this face pinning you down and dripping spit into your face. BEHOLD: WHY I AM SO DAMAGED.