Red Is Nice

My niece Amanda wanted me to wear her hat so I did. Look at how happy she is. You would do it too no matter how much you have to hear it from your family for the rest of your life. At least I have my SK shirt on. Notice how the brim of the hat does a fine job of blocking the sun from my eyes.

Country Blood

I think this is the happiest I have ever seen Mari. She plowed the field forever. She was on a mission. She kept yelling "I need corn! And wheat! These seeds shall feed the world! I never knew power until I got behind the wheel of this 1970 something John Deere!"

New Friends

The Mari - Cow intervention. I think the meeting went ok. The cows were very accepting of her. I spent the whole time in the background yelling at them to stop pooping in my campground. It's going to be a few years before we can camp there again. Yes campers, the BBQ grill has been destroyed.

Our core

Nadz decided to run away from us for the evening around the time that Aberdeen decided to dance around the room, but only on the white squares. I really don't remember what we did after that. Shhhh....we never tell her what goes on after she leaves. Nah. I just really can't remember.

Go Cards!

So we thought that we would take the train to the downtown St. Louis area, but we didn't think about the Cardinals game that was about to start around the same time that we were going out. That bitch was packed. I love rubbing up on people in crowds.

No Strings

Susan and I get a kick out of stacking everyone's glasses when they use the ones with the grooves in the bottom. Susan use to sit out in the yard and look for four leaf clovers all day. Susan use to also stomp in fresh cow poop piles to watch them splatter. Susan hit me in the head with a baseball bat when I was four and I had to get twelve stitches. I don't know why I am squinting in this picture. Susan is probably pinching me.