Friday, August 18, 2006

where have you been?

Yes, yes. It has been a long time. But I'm starting to notice a trend. I think...I THINK people are seeing the Virgin Mary in odd places. ARE YOU KIDDING ME!? Here we go again. This time she's chocolate! Dark Chocolate. You're thinking the same thing I am. Is it sacrilegious to pray to a chocolate bunny? "Then God spoke all these words... You shall not make for yourself an idol, whether in the form of anything that is in heaven above, or that is on the earth beneath, or that is in the water under the earth, or out of chocolate, even if it's dark."



Sunday, April 02, 2006

genius baby crap

As far as the NCAA tournament goes, I guess I don't know as much as I thought.

Now reader (or more like viewer) beware. This has a been a private Miles family secret for a long time, but it's time to go public. Luke, my oldest son, is a genius. When he was just weeks old - he's now almost three years - he once crapped a map of the (continental of course) Unites States. This picture is not doctered in ANY way. I swear on Charlie Chaplin's grave.
















I'll bet Einstein never crapped Germany in 1879.

Thursday, March 16, 2006

beware the ides of march

Don't get me wrong, I love baseball as much as the next guy. Maybe more. But just before the crack of the bat rings out, and the smell of the park wafts through, it's the din of college students screaming "AIR BAAAAALLL," and the wailing of the pep band. That's right, it's March Madness, baby! I'm all over the big dance. I can't get enough. I don't know a lot about college hoops, but I do know that Tom Izzo and Jim Boeheim are always strong in the post season. Coach K is tough and this could be JJ Redick's year. Stay tuned...

Kids are great. Proof follows...


Thursday, February 09, 2006

welcome home


Carter Steven is home.

The long and short of it is as follows...

Monday morning (2/6/07) Jess started feeling some random and inconsistent labor pains. By about noon I was home from work, and the labor was becoming more consistent. about 8 to 10 minutes apart, lasting about 50 seconds. We ate lunch (Jack in the Box!), and the contractions progressed regularly. By about 6 o'clock they were about 5 minutes apart, and getting a little more painful. Somewhere around 7:15pm Jessie got very serious, and we knew it was time to head to the hospital. Upon initial check in Jess was dilated to about 5 or 6cm. the triage nurse asked us if we were having a boy or a girl, to which we of coarse replied that we didn't know. She also asked us about our names that we were thinking about, to which we also replied we didn't know. Girl names we had, but boys - not so much. Nurse Bev told us her grandsons' names, one of which was Carter Joseph. I guess eventually it stuck with us. The hospital was very busy - we got the last labor and delivery room - which worked to our advantage, because they retty much just left us alone to labor. By about 11:00pm Jess was at about 8cm, but her bag of waters had not yet broken. The nurse called the Docter, and he said if we broke the water, we'd pretty much have the baby right there. So he came to the hospital about midnight, broke Jessie's water, and young Carter was born at 12:20am. ON HIS DUE DATE! 2/7/06. 7 lbs. 8 oz., 19 inches. Jess did it all natural, not a bit of medication. She's a machine! Baby and Mommy and Luke and Daddy are doing well. Resting and bonding at home.

Love to you all. More to come later.

Monday, January 09, 2006

boogers and virgins

Note to self: Would you blog please. Just once, for crying out loud.

My son is growing up, literally, before my very eyes. And if you know me, you know (or maybe you don't) that one of my biggest pet peeves is when people incorrectly use the word, "literally." Like, "I was literally freezing." Or, "I literally weigh, like, a thousand pounds." ridiculous. But that's another blog for another time. Two days ago he started sleeping in a "big boy bed." No, Eric, this is not a reference to how you looked in high school. He (my son) loves it. And for the first time, yesterday, he peed in the potty. Big step. It'd be great to only have one baby in diapers at a time. Speaking of, new baby Miles has about 4 weeks left to brew, then hello world. Jessie is tired, and beautiful, and nervous, and excited. All is well.



Even super heroes need a little nose pick every once in a while.

Do yourself a favor and go to www.pandora.com. Right now you could be in charge. Great online music player that lets you design your own radio stations. Easy registration. Free, if you can put up with a few ads. Go. I'm a believer.

The Virgin Mother is at it again. This time in Miami on a Backboard. The need for people to believe is strong. Dangerous even. God doesn't need a backboard. It's all net. Have you ever played around the world with God? He can literally shoot it around the world. Literally.

Saturday, December 17, 2005

brief note

I love Christmas cookies.

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

it's a miracle


Build.

I've caught the bug. I've really started to getting serious about carpentry. My father planted the seed long ago, and I've always loved to build, but I'm really starting to learn. From failures and mistakes. By doing things the hard way, then discovering there's an easier way. Or a better tool. I've added a couple pics of my two latest projects. The stool is a gift. The easel for me. More projects, and in turn more art, to come.

Build.

So Mary is weeping blood. Again. Or so they say at a church (building) in Sacramento, CA. The truth is I'm a self labeled skeptic, but this time I'm not really sure if it matters to me whether or not it's true. You can decide that for yourself. The part of the story that truly makes me sad is the fact that, and I quote (which you can tell by the quotation marks), "They say most of [the blood] was smudged off by souvenir hunters..." Watch out for it on eBay. If this time it truly is a miracle, do you think that God is somewhere saying to Moses & the woman at the well & Ray Charles, "See, I told you guys. It happens every time. Every time I send a miracle to the world someone has to make a profit off of my work. Look what happened to duct tape, and Marilyn Monroe. Here we go again..." Just two of God's many miracles.

Build.