Jere's pretty flowers

Christy decided to take some shots of Jere's pretty flowers.



This year Christy is only allowed to cut the flowers in the back of the garden. Last year she went a bit crazy and demolished all of the Peonies.



I decided to do something I've never attempted before...a garden. I persuaded Jere to let me sharecrop a plot of dirt in the corner of the yard. I planted some tomatoes, peppers, and some herbs.



As you can see I had to construct a super B.A. rabbit fence to keep our furry friends out of my delicious garden.



Here is a more normal pic. I'm not sure what came over me in that last pose. I call it worshipful poetry in motion. You should see me in Church, I'm a regular holy-roller!

I can't quit you!

After we got back from Spring Break we decided to con the high school students at BCCS into cleaning up around the school. Ha, this community service con is really worth its weight in gold! Here I am walking around like the hoss that I am.



We recently chaperoned and helped put together prom. It was a delightful experience that began with a rather overcooked but delic. meal at Mongolian BBQ. We then went to the prom where Kyle T was already soaked in sweat as he shredded the dance floor... and his dignity.



Graduation soon followed. The highlight of that night wasn't getting through my speech with minimal stumbling and mumbling, but rather the hug line. You see we do this really FUN thing where the graduates walk across the stage, get their diplomas, and then hug each one of the teachers.



Its a painfully slow and awkward experience, where the audience gets to watch each individual embrace. You may think "Hey, that can't be too bad, its kind of cute and sentimental!". Wrong. It's awful. To make matters worse, one of my male students whispered into my ear "I can't quit you!".

Turkey Drumstick...I miss you!

To update our lives...where to begin. Ok, right now I'm listening to a little Sara Brightman, sipping some chai, trying to remember all of the Flight of the Conchord's lyrics to "If You're into It".

It's been some time since I updated, sorry I don't have a good excuse other than I'm inherently lazy.

Some pictures for your viewing pleasure.




These stunning pictures are of our new property that we bought at the beginning of April. It's a development in Byron Center, close to school in a really nice neighborhood. We're excited and will probably begin building our house in the Spring of 2010.



This is a picture of us in Disney World without my turkey drumstick. I look happy on the outside, but on the inside my stomach and I are sobbing.
We decided to go to Hollywood Studios...big mistake. Everyone else vacationing in Florida decided to go that day, so it was unbelievably crowded. I didn't even have the heart to wait in line for a delicious turkey drumstick. So sad.

One thing you probably noticed right away about this picture is the double popped collar. I'm not quite 4 popped collar cool yet, but I'm working on it.

In case you were wondering, here is what 4 popped collars cool looks like.

My Kin

This is my nephew Archie. Don't worry he's not being choked, but gingerly held and nurtured by his favorite uncle. You'll be surprised to know that holding him is not as terrifying an experience as one might think. Changing his diaper on the other hand...



This is the Baller the day I sold him...never did do him justice on the blog. This is to you sweet Baller, you were a great truck, until you stopped working.

Its only been 2 and a half months!

Its been a while since our last post...Christy has really dropped the ball. Since she's not willing to pick up the slack, I alone shall carry the torch. Cliche anyone?



Well we went on a cruise with my entire extended family and that was fun. The video was shot on the cruise ship during a muster drill. A muster drill of course is intended to save your life in the event of the ship sinking or being attacked by pirates. As you can see Christy and I made excellent use of our lifesaving devices.


This is another picture that depicts how B.A. I am. I really think it speaks for itself.




This is our ship, the Grandeaure of the Sees.




Ok fine, this is it.



I was going to put a picture of us in our bathing suites at the beach, but Christy would kill me if I did that. Really! I would die.

Tree Hunting

After my last posts Christy took one look and threatened to censor the blog so I'll have to tone it down a bit. Boooooooo. Oh well, I'm sure the 2 people that look at it won't care.

Last Saturday Christy and I decided to go and get us a tree. So we drove to Hart Tree Farm and found ourselves a nice looking, modestly sized, Douglas Fur.



Christy putting that feminine touch on the tree!

As we were decorating the tree on Sunday, it began to snow. We had a fire in the fireplace, Christmas music playing, and at the risk of not including some sarcastic comment, it was really nice!

Incarcerated Santa

Fire Fire Fire!

Jere and I brilliantly decided to make a fire in his fireplace. A nice romantic idea whilst Christy was out grocery shopping. Fabulous idea right? Wrong.

The logs we used were old, rotten, and water-logged (pun). So in order to speed things up we brought out the blow torch. Fabulous idea right? Right!


Ok, I cheated and took the logs out after a while, and replaced it with a nice dry 2x10. That Flamed up like Jere on a Friday night!

Student con job

We, meaning Christy, managed to con 7 students to do 'community service' at some of our houses. We bribed them with 2 day old free donuts and nasty $5 Little Skeezers pizza to come rake leaves at Fuller, Lafayette, and Jere's house.
It worked great!
Actually it was a lot of work, but was made all worthwhile when we headed to the free dump and passed Gay Street. Then turned, phew, onto Straight Street. One of the kids asked where Bi Street was.

Busy + no internet = no blog

Well it has been a while since we've updated our blog. I don't really have much of an excuse except we just moved and didn't have internet for two weeks. I know, I know, I should have used my work computer but I was too busy playing bookworm and shopping online to do that!
We moved on my birfday weekend so needless to say I didn't have much of one. Its ok, I don't really relish turning 30.
Christy and I have been busy with skool lately, getting settled into our new home, and starving ourselves. Yup, because we've become morbidly obese we're back on the South Beach diet. I lost 10.6 lbs in a week, and Christy lost about 5. So she's down to 208! Whoo hoo, I can almost wrap my arms around her when I give her a hug. I'm so proud.
She'd kill me if was true...I can just feel her rolling her eyes as she reads this.

Well, gotta go post some sweet pics.

The boys are out tonight!

I just learned how to put videos on, and am very excited. So excited in fact, that I put my entire collection on. All two. This is a video shot last summer of Jere and I stamping the ceiling in his house. I'm sorry to disappoint, but that hot man in the cutoff shirt is taken. The good news is, the other one is very single. Talented too, watch him really work that pole!
Sorry, you'll have to watch it with your head cocked to the side, I don't know how to fix it. Any comments on that would be welcomed.

New stuff

I wanted to show our viewers at home the new landscaping. Just put it in, and now we're moving out! Oh well. Interestingly enough, came home the other day to find 3 new trees had magically sprung from the ground. Weird...actually we think the original owners of subdivision came by and planted them all. The only problem we have with this is they didn't plant them on the parkway, they planted them in our yard!






Our house, complete with new landscaping additions.



This is my "Mose run", taken by expert cinematographer, Jeremy "I love raves!" Malin.

Offer

On Tuesday of this week we recieved an offer on our house...and accepted! We're planning on closing in early November. We have a home inspection next week and providing that all goes well we should be good to go.
We plan to take the loser-route and move in with a family member- Jeremy- for a while, save some money and either buy or build after that.
Christy and I were very surprised but thankful. We thought we'd never sell.

Told you Kate

Well Kate, I'm hooked...at least for tonight. Blogging is kind of fun, I feel like I can really creatively express myself, even though I have not an ounce of creative or artistic ability.
My life lately: here's the short of it...
last weekend went to NY city, met Dave and Mini there, saw lots of fun stuff, namely Elmo at a 6th Avenue Street fair. Ate Chicken on a stick, thought for sure I'd be sick, was pleasantly surprised not to be.

This weekend Zach Malin married his longtime sweetheart Jessica. It was a purty wedding in Grand Haven, on lake Mich. Weddings are cool and all, but there is something completely exhaustive about constantly eating and making quiet chitchat. It's almost as bad as shopping with Christy.

We're Back!

At the prompting of my dear sis, I'll begin to update our blog again. I'm still a little hesitant to blog about my life, since I don't want to really be lumped into that group of 30-something losers who are still living in their mom's basement, photo shopping the latest Sara Palin picture. But I digress.
On with my day...
woke up, finished up adding Sara Palin's face to a gun-toting, bikini clad, trailer park model.
Emailed completed pic. to Keith Olberman at MSNBC
Turned on MSNBC to see my fine work.
got dressed, took shower, left for work.
taught kids about the Vedic Age and the difference between Brahman and Brahmin. Also discussed the dependent and independent variables in a psych. experiment.
Chilled in the copy room with some of my homie-teachers, trying to figure out what was going on in the K-8 meeting. Had a couple laughs, made fun of the asst. principal and then went to the bank.
Then to menards, can you believe that they don't have hose sprayers! me neither.
Then to aldi where we sorted through their fine, but limited, selection of produce.
Home, where I tore it up on the grill, and produced a feast of Italian sausage for my adoring wife (not a metaphor, besides I'm not even Italian).
I worked on my BSF lesson tonight, and have spent that last 45 minutes trying to figure out my gmail account name and password. I asked my adoring wife, and naturally she figured it out in 10 seconds. Now who's adoring who?
So here I am blogging about my lame day, just to appease my very pregnant sister.
Mind that.
Peace out, Rascal.