Does anybody see this for what it really is?

http://www.cnn.com/2008/LIVING/wayoflife/06/13/stay.at.home.dad/index.html

At a bachelor party I offered this advice...

Enjoy the complacency of marriage.  People make the mistake of thinking the grass is always greener.

I didn't take near the amount of photos this year as last.  But we still have some great memories on film.  Here is a look back on season one of Little League.  One activity my children and I enjoy is making our own videos and editing them. The boys and I make home move DVD's together believe it or not.  This is one both my children made.  I've since posting my first YouTube video learned the format to post up video at so pictures are more clear. This is a YouTube version that you won't have to squint your eyes at.

Some phrases cross time.  A classic line my friends and I used to rant at each other for laughs was, "Two dollars!"

My five year old says this now and it cracks his older brother and myself up.   Somebody spliced all the related scenes of "Two Dollars" from Better Off Dead.  Check it out.   Watch the movie.  It's silly fun.

Looks gain a mans attention.  Personality keeps it.

-Lars Hindsley

So you think you know your cultured Jazz singers?  The Waters of March is in fact a bossa nova favorite in the Southern hemisphere.  In Brazil this song is iconic.  This collage of words will put a smile on your face for certain.

Waters of March (English translated version)

A stick a stone
It's the end of the road,

It's the rest of the stump
It's a little alone

It's  a sliver of glass,
It is life, it's the sun,

It is night ,it is death,
It's a trap, it's a gun.

The oak when it blooms,
A fox in the brush,

The knot in the wood,
The song of the thrush.

The wood of the wind,
A cliff, a fall,

A scratch, a lump,
It is nothing at all.

It's the wind blowing free.
It's the end of a slope.

It's a beam, it's a void,
It's a hunch, it's a hope.

And the riverbank talks.
Of the water of march

It's the end of the strain,
It's the joy in your heart.

The foot, the ground,
The flesh, the bone,

The beat of the road,
A slingshot stone.

A fish, a flash,
A silvery glow,

A fight, a bet,
The range of the bow.

The bed of the well,
The end of the line,

The dismay in the face,
It's a loss, it's a find.

A spear, a spike,
A point, a nail,

A drip, a drop,
The end of the tale.

A truckload of bricks,
In the soft morning light,

The shot of a gun,
In the dead of the night.

A mile, a must,
A thrust, a bump.

It's a girl, it's a rhyme.
It's the cold, it's the mumps.

The plan of the house,
The body in bed,

The car that got stuck,
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