new nic

this is nic. nic is new to these here parts. yep, he's a newbie. but, you could have probably guessed that, huh? 'cause if you take time out of your day to read my blog, you must be pur-dy smart.

anyway, welcome to the world, new nic. we're so glad God made you.







got a feelin' you're a pretty blessed lil' man.

dad nabit! (with my fist wavin' in the air out of frustration.)

i swear, only i don't, i am the most technologically challenged individual you will ever come across. if you ever come across me. which, i hope you do. well, if you're a nice person. i don't like it when mean or rude people come across me. they're not cool.
but, i'm gonna pretend that you are a wonderful, charmin' individual. and, now, i shall continue on. you're welcome.

i spent four hours tryin' to upload my fancy-shmancy web gallery that i just recently came across in my photo editin' software. i have all the computer gadgets and tools anyone could ever want. scottie bought me a web domain last year for CHRISTmas, and it's still blank. i have the entire adobe creative suites thingy, and yet, here i am. typin' along in blogger and postin' a flickr slideshow. pathetic. i know. but, before you go lookin' down your nose at me, just try and recall this...i rule and you drool.

and now, without any further ado, another stinkin' flickr slideshow (and it is spelled "ado", i googled it. so don't try to second guess the google-er. you'll loose every time.) happy friday.

comin' out his ears

this is wes bug.


and, wes bug, if i do say so myself, has personality comin' out his ears.



now, as of late, he also has a bunch of yucky yellowish gooey slime comin' out his ear. but the doc says that should clear right up after a few days of the drops. you're welcome.

sumpin's different

can you guess what's different? yes, the lighting is different. but, that's not it. look closer...


you don't even have a guess? okay, i'll tell ya'; he got dried. washed and dried. don't feel bad for not noticin'. neither did wes bug. and that's somethin' i find pretty darn cool 'bout lil' punk butts. they don't pay much attention to what is on the outside. wes snuggled right up with him the next night, and never said a word. three years of sharin' a bed with this lil' lion, and not a word. how cool is that?

but, i did tell him i think we should change his name. i don't know, but he just doesn't look like a ryan to me anymore. oh well. happy wednesday.