Tim and Jen Got a Haircut

Do you think we look different? I don't.

AMAZING PEE!!! (And stuff)

Well, Sharku must have set some kind of record with this pee that zig-zagged 50 feet! As is clearly shown here...
















It looks like Sharku had some kind of whirley-gig attached to his anatomy, but that's just my mindful wagering.












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Here is a skype Icon for anyone who likes it... it was made on paintbrush.

This is a picture I made for an avitar for IM programs, but it was too big. I like it though. It might be Matt Moppin...



YOUR COUNTRY SALUTES YOU! YOU ARE A SHINING EXAMPLE OF ILBERTY AT HER FINEST!!!
AT EASE, SOLDIER!





On the back of our B Vitamin Complex Bottle, we noticed that it said "Not intended to diagnose... any disease."
The FDA doesn't want you to know, but if you cast B-Vitamins they can tell you anything that a doctor can, and then some. Maybe even tell the future!!! A top expert says; "All you have to do is cast the vitamins like the bones of yore, and they'll tell you your future, just like that." No wonder the FDA doesn't want us to know about this.

Is it any coincidence that SUPER and FUTURE both have a "U" in them? I think not! And look at the hills on the bottle... They indicate psychic powers. The number 100 has been held in high esteem by many peoples throughout the ages. The ancient babylonians believed that there were 100 gods in charge of... get this... the FUTURE. Also, as late as TODAY, most kindergaten students believe that 100 is about the biggest number there is.
Jesus ate vitamins.

If so many people are obviously pointing to the psychic powers of the pills, why is your government not telling YOU about this power? You might want to re-examine your past choices based on this new information. I wish you luck, in the FUTURE!

This bodes well for NO ONE!!!

More Goofy Pictures

Here's some older pictures, from after Cager's birthday party, at John and Angela's.

There was a much less flattering picture of John, but I didn't think He'd really appreciate having that posted. A big improvement from the hand over the face days of yore.
This is what we call the Chicken Pose. It is a naturally occurring phenomenon in some women who feel they need to show how poochy-outy their boobs and butt are.

Ryan's showing off his egg project.

Tim and Sharku were "wrestling" (huh-huh) on the floor. I just like how Sharkey looks like He's yelling.
This is a neat picture, but it would be better if there was a person in it. I couldn't waste the opportunity of such good lighting though, so I figured I'd go ahead and take the picture.
Angela looks a lot better in this than I do. I always manage to close my eyes just in time for the picture. ( The glasses say it all.)
Tim took this picture. Can you tell how bored he was? I'm not really sure what he was doing, but at least he was keeping busy.
Michael and Ryan posed for me. You can tell which one was willingly standing there and which one wanted to leave.

And now, it's time for the deep thoughts of Tim.

When people come out of the bathroom and light a match to cover up their stink, what do they think they're doing? People aren't going to look at them and say "They weren't shitting, they were just lighting matches." Next time I come out of a public restroom or somebody elses bathroom, I'm going to cook a lot of eggs or make a pot or two of coffee. Then I can say "It's okay, I was just cooking eggs, not shitting. You want some?" Or, because it's just so offensive to have shit that stinks, I could have my smell excused by rubbing someone elses shit all over the stall. Then I could say that it's not my shit they're smelling, it's someone else's.

Filler Post

Here's a nice filler post until we do something interesting and actually bring the camera when we do.


We found this really goofy picture one day when we were looking for randum stuff online, and we thought it was post-worthy.

Sharkey's just so cute, I can't help but take too many pictures of him. He's bigger than this already, weighing in at a spectacular twenty pounds today.
Sharkey's got broke legs! He's also learned the wonderful trick of singing with us. Well, howling is what he responds to best. We're his pack.
Tim wanted to show off his new hammer. It's a pretty hammer. oooh. aaaah.
Sharkey's a cyborg. The glowing eyes are the real evidence, but the pink and black sweater just emphasize it more.
Isn't this a charming picture? I've resigned myself to his affair with my dog, since there's not much I could do to stop them from making out. Instead, I'll take pictures for future blackmail.

Tim and I visited Charles and Naomi this past weekend and had a really good time and some yummy Indian food, but unfortunately, we didn't bring the camera, so we have nothing to show for it. Sorry, next time we'll try to remember the camera.

It(Ha)'s Been A-While

These are C-Dawgs Birthday Picatchers From his Birthday Bash near the date of his Birthday which was a Saturday. Day.











Some were cute, some were notish, they were all unedited and late.

Babysitting

We spent the weekend with the adorable nephews, which was wonderful. Here's a few pictures.
It snowed friday night, so of course we had to play in it while it lasted. Cager had a great time, throwing snowballs at his Uncle Tim.
Ambrose couldn't decide if the slide was really a good idea. I think his little hands got cold, and that decided it for him. He's actually climbing back down, off the slide.
Cager told us before he went out that he liked to eat snow and throw it, so here he is, proving his point. When we asked if he was hungry, he said yeah, and picked up a chunk of snow to eat.
Ambrose had a good time after breakfast, and kept peeling off remaining paper on the crayons, telling us he'd opened the crayon.
The boys both called the camera case their camera, and Ambrose was walking off to take some pictures before he got caught on the real camera.
We found one mitten before we went out in the snow, but before going to Walmart to get a full set, we found the other mitten.
We couldn't find a belt to keep the pants up in the snow, so the suspenders had to do. It looked so cute, we couldn't resist taking his picture.
Mamaw's blanket she made for the boys. They loved it and spent the whole time we were there "racing" on it.
Cager took some pictures. This one was particularly well done of Uncle Tim.
Cager figured out that he had the most space in the kitchen, so we ended up stepping over the blanket all of saturday.

The boys loved my laundry hamper, and while it was empty they climbed in and out of it, and played a long game of peek-a-boo.

We like hanging out in grave yards

Today we were feeling especially dismal after watching our tape of the JFK assasination wepeatedwy. So we decided we wanted to think about dying. So we did. OK?

Jen said she would shave my back if i would dig up one of the bodies and have my way with it. And by have my way with it I mean have sex with it.

This is Jen with our Hellhound, Sharkey the Eliminator.

This here's Sharkey the Eliminator after freshly killing a thing. Look at him. So proud of his dead thing. Or smelling flowers...
Later on we went to the lake.

Tim, before coercing the dog into the lake.

Shakin' dog!

Frontiersman and his faithful companion.

Frontiersman...all alone. Abandoned. Solitude. Free.

Weird dog. His shadow looks like a three legged chicken. Knowit?



This here's my pride 'n' joy. I submitted this to several museums hoping for a decent price, but the bastards kept saying that it was "priceless" hoping to get out of paying me for my talent. Just look at the composition, that finger really sets the whole thing off, don't you agree?
Best...Picture...EVER!
Maybe that's a big o finger pushin' her down the hill.

Michellannny

Sometimes when i get back from school, I find Jen in what she calls "My world of Goludomaize!!" I usually just let her stay there awhile.

I luv Jen.

Jens perdy new Skirt.

Sharkey's perdy new friend.

These are Jen's Stab wounds I gave 'er.

We are going to get our holliday pictures soon. We have to scan 'em in and stuff so hang on until next time.
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