THE POROUS BORDER

Normally I do not talk politics in this blog but this one really has me pissed off.

First let me say this is not a rant against the American people themselves, but rather against the idiots who are running their country. Today it was reported that the Government Accountability Office was able to smuggle duffel bags into the U.S. from Canada. According to the report, the bags cold have contained material to make a dirty bomb. This seems to be Canada's fault according to the GAO. They are complaining that we Canadians are lax with border security and terrorists could easily come in from Canada at these border crossings.

They are using the P.T. Barnum approach of you can fool some of the people some of the time and all of the people some of the time but not all of the people all of the time. The GAO thinks the American public must be stupid?Why?

BECAUSE WE DO NOT CONTROL ENTRY INTO THE U.S.A., THE AMERICAN CUSTOMS DO. WE CAN'T STOP WHAT IS GOING INTO AMERICA. THE U.S. HAS CONTROL OF THAT!!!!

Tell the idiots at the GAO to stop blaming Canada.

Busy Busy Busy

Where to begin? Things seem to have been really busy around here this week. I don't know why. We haven't accomplished very much.

We'll go back to last Saturday night. In this house the males are all fans of MMA. We purchased the pay per view and were expecting some knockout fights. Literally.

The first fight with Tavares-Griffin was probably the best fight of the night. Tavares trying to submit Griffin and Griffin being able to get out of harms way. The Fitch-Sanchez fight was suppose to be one that could go either way but Fitch was just too tough. He never did let Sanchez get going.

The main event was Chuck Liddell vs Keith Jardine. Liddell was suppose to win this in a walk. He won the first round and after that, it was Jardine all the way. He won a decision and rightfully so. I just read that he got a $7000.0 payday. Not bad for one night. Liddell, in losing got $500,000.00. What a difference.


The surprise of the night however was the Forrest Griffin-Mauricio Rua tilt. Rua is considered one of the top 5 in the world at 205lbs. Griffin was the winner of the Ultimate Fighter One reality show. He is the type of guy who doesn't seem to get into the fight until he is bleeding. Rua obliged him in the first round and gave him a deep gash from his forehead to his cheek.And Forrest? He just took it all and came back stronger. In fact he came back so well he won the round. In the second Rua started to tire out and Griffin took it to him and submitted Rua with a rear naked choke.
Unbelievable. His payday was $24,000.00 plus another $40,000.00 bonus for submission of the night. Rua made $150,000.00.

The rest of the week has been taken up with Physiotherapy- lots of pain sometimes, and my favourite little moose Owen. He is getting smarter and bigger every day. He was here on Sunday and would tease us with his breakfast. He would offer my wife a piece of toast and when she went to take it, he would pull it away and laugh and laugh. One year olds are not supposed to do this.

Today we went to see the geese. As we approached the pond, the 50-60 geese that were there all took off at once. Spectacular. Owen was fascinated and just sat so quietly watching them fly out of sight. I wish I could read his mind.
And he has started to run. He loves to chase and be chased. And laughs . His laugh is infectious.
It's also a good thing Mrs. Moose has a thick hide. When he arrived on Sunday, we went out to get him and Mrs. Moose took him out of his car seat. He immediately pushed her away and reached for Grandpa. What can I say.
And for some reason he loves the garage. He always wants to go out into it. I don't know why.
He has also started to look at the world upside down. He thinks this is quite neat and wants you to do it with him.

All in all, it has been busy here.

Fwd: Fw: GEORGE CARLIN

"Happiness is a healthy mental attitude, a grateful spirit, a clear conscience,and a heart full of love".

George Carlin (Absolutely Brilliant)

IF YOU DON'T READ THIS TO THE VERY END, YOU HAVE LOST A DAY IN YOUR LIFE. AND WHEN YOU HAVE FINISHED, DO AS I AM DOING AND SEND IT ON.

George Carlin 's Views on Aging

Do you realize that the only time in our lives when we like to get old is when we're kids? If you're less than 10 years old, you're so excited about aging that you think in fractions.

"How old are you?" "I'm four and a half!" You're never thirty-six and a half. You're four and a half, going on five! That's the key!!

You get into your teens, now they can't hold you back.

You jump to the next number, or even a few ahead.
" How old are you?" "I'm gonna be 16!" You could be 13, but hey, you're gonna be 16! And then the greatest day of your life . . . you BECOME 21. Even the words sound like a ceremony. YOU BECOME 21. YESSSS!!!

But then you turn 30. Oooohh, what happened there? Makes you sound like bad milk! He TURNED; we had to throw him out. There's no fun now, you're just a sour-dumpling. What's wrong? What's changed?

You BECOME 21, you TURN 30, then you're PUSHING 40. Whoa! Put on the brakes, it's all slipping away. Before you know it, you RE ACH 50 and your dreams are gone.

But wait!!! You MAKE IT to 60. You didn't think you would!

So you BECOME 21, TURN 30, PUSH 40, REACH 50 and MAKE IT to 60.

You've built up so much speed that you HIT 70! After that it's a day-by-day thing; you HIT Wednesday!

You get into your 80s and every day is a complete cycle; you HIT lunch; you TURN 4:30 ; you REACH bedtime and it doesn't end there. Into the 90s, you start going backwards; "I Was JUST 92."

Then a strange thing happens. If you make it over 100, you become a little kid again. "I'm 100 and a half!"

May you all make it to a healthy 100 and a half!!

HOW TO STAY YOUNG

1. Throw out nonessential numbers. This includes age, weight and height. Let the doctors worry about them. That is why you pay "them."

2. Keep only cheerful friends. The grouches pull you down.

3. Keep learning. Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening, whatever. Never let the brain idle. "An idle mind is the devil's workshop." And the devil's name is Alzheimer's.

4. Enjoy the simple things.

5. Laugh often, long and loud. Laugh until you gasp for breath.

6. The tears happen. Endure, grieve, and move on. The only person, who is with us our entire life, is ourselves. Be ALIVE while you are alive.

7. Surround yourself with what you love, whether it's family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever.

Your home is your refuge.

8. Cherish your health : If it is good, preserve it. If it is unstable, improve it. If it is beyond what you can improve, get help.

9 Don't take guilt trips. Take a trip to the mall, even to the next county; to a foreign country but NOT to where the guilt is.

10. Tell the people you love that you love them, at every opportunity.

AND ALWAYS REMEMBER :
Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

---

PRESENTS FOR OWEN

I love to do woodworking. It keeps me on my toes and hopefully in total control of my faculties. I try to make my projects without using screws and nails if at all possible.

When Kristin told us she was going to have Owen, she also asked me to make a cradle. I had made one when our oldest was born. It served all our children well. The design and style , Kristin left up to me. The first one had been a rocking style so I decided that this new one would be a swinging cradle.

After spending some time working out the size and how to fit everything together, I got busy. I decided to use laminated pine, 3/4 inches thick, and 20 inches wide. it is reasonably light and easy to work with. It also takes stain very well. The swing rm is made of 1 1/16 inch maple.

The top picture is a look at the nearly finished product. The base is made of 5 pieces , each pegged together with a tight fit. I did this so that the base could be taken apart and be portable for camping. The cradle itself is glued and pegged together. Not a nail or screw anywhere. The swing arms are pegged on one side of the upright and on the inside of the cradle. Pull the pegs and the cradle detaches from the base.

I stained it with a water base, non-toxic stain. Then 3 coats of a water base, non-toxic Verathane.

We bought bedding foam or the mattress and bumpers. Mrs. Moose sewed the covers for them.

The last picture is one of the quilts Mrs. Moose has made. It was made especially for Owen, Each little circle is a separate piece. The quilt is about 4 feet by 6 feet. Lots of time and love was put into the making of this.

Fwd: Fw: [Fwd: FW: Roses & Hang Baskets]

ROSES & HANGING BASKETS   A teenage granddaughter comes downstairs for her date with a see-through blouse on and no bra.   Her grandmother just pitched a fit telling her not to dare go out like that!   The teenager tells her "Loosen up Gran. These are modern times. You gotta let your rosebuds show!" and out she goes.   The next day the teenager comes down stairs and the grandmother is sitting there with no top on.   The teenager wants to die.   She explains to her grandmother that she has friends coming over and that it is just not appropriate.....   The grandmother says "Loosen up Sweetie. If you can show off your rosebuds then I can display my hanging baskets!       Happy Gardening!!!

Fwd: CO-OP Story Writing

From An E-mail sent to me. I will not take credit for this one. Enjoy

 

Here's a prime example of "Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus" offered by an English professor from UBC (University of British Columbia ):  The > professor told his class one day: "Today we will experiment with a new form called the tandem story. The process is simple. Each person will pair off with the person sitting to his or her immediate right. As homework tonight, one of you will write the first paragraph of a short story. You will e-mail your partner that paragraph and send another copy to me. The partner will read the first paragraph and then add another paragraph to the story and send it back, also sending  another copy to me. The first person will then add a third paragraph, and so on back-and-forth. Remember to re-read what has been written each time in order to keep the story coherent. There will be absolutely NO talking outside of the e-mails, and anything you wish to say must be written in the e-mail. The story is over when both agree a conclusion has been reached."  The following was actually turned in by two of his English students: Rebecca and  Gary.

  

 THE STORY:

  

(first paragraph by Rebecca)

At first, Laurie couldn't decide which kind of tea she wanted. The chamomile, which used to be her favourite for lazy evenings at home, now reminded her too much of Carl, who once said, in happier times, that he liked chamomile. But she felt she must now, at all costs, keep her mind off Carl. His possessiveness was suffocating, and if she thought about him too much her asthma started acting up again. So chamomile was out of the question.

  

second paragraph by Gary)

Meanwhile, Advance Sergeant Carl Harris, leader of the attack  Squadron now in orbit over Skylon 4, had more important things to think about than the neuroses of an air-headed asthmatic bimbo named Laurie with whom he had spent one sweaty night over a year ago. "A.S. Harris to Geostation 17," he  said into his transgalactic communicator. "Polar orbit established. No sign of   resistance so far..." But before he could sign off a bluish particle beam   flashed out of nowhere and blasted a hole through his ship's cargo bay. The jolt from the direct hit sent him flying out of his seat and across the cockpit.

  

 (Rebecca)

He bumped his head and died almost immediately, but not before he felt one last pang of regret for psychically brutalizing the one woman who had ever had feelings for him. Soon afterwards, Earth stoppe   its pointless hostilities

towards the peaceful farmers of Skylon 4. "Congress Passes Law Permanently Abolishing War and Space Travel,"

Laurie read in her newspaper one morning. The news simultaneously excited her and bored her. She stared out the window, dreaming of her youth, when the days had passed unhurriedly and carefree, with no newspaper to read, no

television to distract her from her sense of innocent wonder at all the beautiful things   around her.. "Why must one lose one's innocence to become a woman?" she pondered wistfully.

 

 (Gary )

Little did she know, but she had less than 10 seconds to live. Thousands of miles above the city, the Anu'udrian mothership launched the first of its lithium fusion missiles. The dim-witted wimpy peaceniks who pushed the

Unilateral Aerospace disarmament Treaty through the congress had left Earth a defenceless target for the hostile alien empires who were determined to destroy the human race. Within two hours after the passage of the treaty the Anu'udrian ships were on course for Earth, carrying enough firepower to pulverize the entire planet. With no one to stop them, they swiftly initiated their diabolical plan. The lithium fusion missile entered the atmosphere unimpeded. The President, in his   top-secret mobile submarine headquarters on the ocean floor off the coast of Guam, felt the inconceivably massive explosion, which vaporized poor, stupid, Laurie and 85 million other Americans. The President slammed his fist on the conference table. "We can't allow this!  I'm going to veto that treaty! Let's blow 'em out of the sky!"

 

  (Rebecca)

This is absurd. I refuse to continue this mockery of literature. My writing partner is a violent, chauvinistic semi-literate adolescent.

 

  (Gary )

 Yeah? Well, you're a self-centered tedious neurotic whose attempts at writing are the literary equivalent of Valium. "Oh, shall I have chamomile tea? Or shall I have some other sort of F---ING TEA??? Oh no, I'm such an air headed

 bimbo who reads too many Danielle Steele novels!"

  

 (Rebecca)

 A s s h o l e.

  

 (Gary )

 B i t c h

  

 (Rebecca)

 F*CK YOU - YOU NEANDERTHAL!

  

 (Gary )

 Go drink some tea. W h o r e.

  

 

 (TEACHER)

 A+:   I really liked this one

 

 

 

SUNSET

I Love Sunsets. Especially when they are spectacular and colourful. Mrs. Moose took these with our camera on September 7 , 2007.
The sun was just setting to the west of Edmonton
As you can see, the clouds refract the sunlight giving it a beautiful orange-red hue













And then the sky turns to fire.

Fwd: [Fwd: Fw: FORREST GUMP GOES TO HEAVEN]

>
>>>> Subject: FORREST GUMP GOES TO HEAVEN
>>>>
>>>>The day finally arrived. Forrest Gump dies
>>>>and goes to Heaven.
>>>>He is at the Pearly Gates, met by St. Peter himself.
>>>>However, the gates are closed, and Forrest approaches the gatekeeper.
>>>>
>>>>St. Peter said, "Well, Forrest, it is certainly good to see you. We
>>>>have heard a lot about you. I must tell you,
>>>>though, that the place is filling up fast, and we have been
>>>>administering an entrance examination for everyone. The test is short,
>>>>but you have to
>>>>pass it before you can get into Heaven."
>>>>Forrest responds, "It sure is good to be
>>>>here, St. Peter, sir. But nobody ever told me about any entrance exam.
>>>>I sure hope that the test ain't too hard. Life was a big enough test as
>>>>it was."
>>>>St. Peter continued, "Yes, I know, Forrest, but the test is only three
>>>>questions.
>>>>First: What two days of the week begin with the letter T?
>>>>Second: How many seconds are there in a year?
>>>>Third: What is God's first name?"
>>>>
>>>>Forrest leaves to think the questions over.
>>>>He returns the next day and sees St. Peter, who waves him up, and says,
>>>>"Now that you have had a chance to think the questions over, tell me
>>>>your answers."
>>>>Forrest replied, "Well, the first one --which two days in the week
>>>>begins with the letter "T"? Shucks, that one
>>>>is easy. That would be Today and Tomorrow."
>>>>
>>>>The Saint's eyes opened wide and he exclaimed, "Forrest, that is not
>>>>what I was thinking, but you do have a point, and I guess I did not
>>>>specify, so I will give you credit for thatanswer. How
>>>>about the next one?" asked St. Peter.
>>>>
>>>>"How many seconds in a year? Now that one is
>>>>harder,"replied Forrest, but I thunk and thunk about that, and I
>>>>guess the only answer can be twelve."
>>>>
>>>>Astounded, St. Peter said, "Twelve? Twelve? Forrest, how in Heaven's
>>>>name could you come up with twelve seconds in a year?"
>>>>
>>>>Forrest replied, "Shucks, there's got to be twelve:
>>>>January 2nd, February 2nd, March 2nd.... "
>>>>
>>>>"Hold it," interrupts St. Peter. "I see where you are going with this,
>>>>and I see your point, though that was not quite what I had in
>>>>mind.....but I will have to give you credit for that one, too. Let us go
>>>>on with the third and final question. Can
>>>>you tell me God's first name"?
>>>>"Sure," Forrest replied, "it's Andy."
>>>>
>>>>"Andy?" exclaimed an exasperated and frustrated St Peter.
>>>>
>>>>"Ok, I can understand how you came up with
>>>>your answers to my first two questions, but just how in the world did
>>>>you
>>>>come up with the name Andy as the first name of God?"
>>>>"Shucks, that was the easiest one of all,"Forrest replied.
>>>>"I learnt it from the song, "ANDY WALKS WITH ME, ANDY
>>>>TALKS WITH ME, ANDY TELLS ME I AM HIS OWN. . . "
>>>>St. Peter opened the Pearly Gates, and said: "Run Forrest, run."
>>>>
>>>>Give me a sense of humor, Lord.
>>>>Give me the ability to understand a clean joke,
>>>>To get some humor out of life,
>>>>And to pass it on to other folk.
>
>

NOT MY KEYS

This post is done especially for all of those who are under the impression that grand-moose Owen has me wrapped around his little finger. Nothing could be further from the truth. Some people seem to think that he will soon be getting the keys to my car. Not likely. Just look at the pictures and you will know why. It is just plain common sense.

In the first picture, he is demanding the keys. Or maybe he is signaling a left turn. I doubt this is the case tough since he doesn't know his left from his right. Of course, I do know some adults who have the same problem. But look! He is standing on the seat. He is too short to reach the gas and the brake. He would be a menace on the road. Of course, I also know some adults like that. What about his seat belt? He is not wearing one. This is dangerous. He could go through the windshield in an accident. Of course, I do know some adults like this.

In the second picture, he is fiddling with the buttons on the dash and not paying attention. Of course, I do know some adults who do just the same thing. And he still does not have his seat belt done up. He can hardly see over the steering wheel to know where he is going. And he hasn't adjusted his seat to a safe driving position. Of course, I do know some adults like this.

In the last picture, he has his hands in the proper driving position. But he is busy talking to his passenger and not paying attention to the road. He is very distracted. And still no seat belt. Of course, I do know some adults like this.

And who gets in a car with such a dangerous driver. I do know some adults who would.

He has no license. He has no insurance. Am I going to give him the keys to my car. Of course not. HE is ONLY a year old.

Now , if you will excuse me, I have to take him to work. He tells me he is going to be the captain of a new ship called the "TITANIC 2".

LOVE and TRUST

Yesterday, Owen's mom and dad, Mark and Kristin had a wedding to go to in Edmonton.
Rather than taking Owen back and forth, his Auntie Erin babysat him overnight. Being only a year old, we were not sure how he would react to this long a separation from his parents.

Early in the afternoon, Owen was dropped off at Erin's place. His parents just brought him in , said goodbye and left. No big fuss about him being left. Which is as it should be.

He and Erin played all afternoon, both inside her condo and on her patio.He didn't have any toys with him and yet, he did not get into anything that he shouldn't. He left her plants alone as well as her laptop. He loves computers.

Erin phoned Mrs. Moose and she went in to bring him some toys from our house. While there they put him in his stroller and took him for a walk. There is a lot of construction going on and with the rain we had yesterday, the sidewalks in some places were very muddy and slippery. The wheels on the stroller caked with mud in no time. How to get it off? Easy. Go through the puddles and it will wash off. It worked going away but coming back, they just caked up again. What to do? They didn't want to get mud on the carpets in the condo building so down into the garage below. Right beside Erin's parking spot is the power car wash. Erin and her mom took poor Owen into it and power washed the caked clay off the wheels. Did they take him out of the stroller to do this? NOOOO! While they were doing this , another owner came by and just looked at them like they were nuts. I wonder why?

For supper, they had pizza. Owen can eat at least one piece by himself-onion, green pepper, pepperoni, cheese. He loves food. They ate outside on the patio.

He is fascinated by doors whether it be ordinary doors, elevator doors or patio doors. He can say DOOR very clearly and loves to open and close them. He has even figured out how to open and close a sliding patio screen door. When he goes out, he closes it behind him. When he comes in, he closes it behind him. I know adults who have not mastered this concept.

Of course, he also had to have a bath before bed. Mrs. Moose says he loves to splash and drink the water from the edge of the tub. As you can see from the pictures he certainly enjoyed himself and other people enjoyed him. He is a little devil.

Since both my wife and I are former teachers, we do know something about children. With some of the things he does, he is certainly advanced for his age. For instance, he sings. Most children at one year do not do this. He also initiates actions. Most children at this age react to actions and copy them. He has a great sense of humour and loves to tease.

Back on track. When he went to bed, in a playpen at nine o'clock, he had been up all day without a nap. It didn't take long for him to conk out.

Apparently he slept until 3 in the morning and then woke up. He only cried a little and Erin brought him into bed with her. He soon fell asleep again and cuddled right up to her. He even took hold of her hand and patted her arm in his sleep.
When he woke this morning he just played on the bed until Erin also woke up. He had corn flakes for breakfast. He loves corn flakes.

When Mark and Kristin got him , he just smiled when they came in and went back to playing with his toys. No big deal. No fuss.It was "Hi Mom, hi Dad, I'm having fun playing ! "

Mark and Kristin have done a terrific job of raising a boy who knows he is loved and loves in return. He also has a terrific Auntie Erin who loves him with all her heart.

DO YOU WANT TO KNOW A SECRET

Yes, this is what the real Alphonsedamoose looks like. Handsome devil isn't he? And humble and modest.

The reason for this picture will become obvious in a few paragraphs. I have to tell secrets and inner thoughts. Why? Because my friend Catmoves, @ http://www.quekeyturkey.blogspot.com has tagged me for the following questionnaire. He is from Albuquerque, N.M. and writes a great post. He also has a great sense of humour. How do I know? He reads my posts !!!!

These are the rules as passed on to me:

1)Name the person, with link, who tagged you. See Above.

2)Complete the questionnaire without changing the questions. Now , whoever I tag has to copy them down and write their answers as I did. Sorry about that----NOT.

3)Tag other people. That I can do and I hope they will follow through. This tag is a questionnaire to be answered on the topic " What does blogging mean to me?".


QUESTION 1: Are you happy/satisfied with your blog, with its' content and look?
For the most part I am happy with the blog. I like the look of the page with the dots---adds some colour I think. For the content I am content with most of it. Especially the ones about my grandson Owen. There are times when I wish I had not promised somebody to be politically correct. I could have so much more to write about. But then, my radical thoughts would be exposed. So I just try to keep it light.

QUESTION 2: Does your family know about your blog?
OH YES!! Having been dragged kicking and screaming into the 21st century from the 18Th, my family thinks it is "AMUSING" that I have a blog. Of course, I am the only one who has dared to take the plunge. I don't know if this makes me brave or S****D.

QUESTION 3: Do you feel embarrassed to let your friends know about your blog or do you just consider it I private thing?
I don't mind my friends knowing about my blog. Most of my friends know much more embarrassing things about me. I have been known to clown around a bit and get myself into "situations".

QUESTION 4: Did your blog cause positive change in your thoughts?
I think it did. I am a staunch defender of Canada and it used to piss me off the way the States would treat us at times (lumber dispute, border crossings). I grew up in a time when the U.S. and Canada were great friends. In the last decade or so, because of politicians, I think this friendship has deteriorated somewhat and one tends to lump all people together. I think blogging has brought back that feeling of " we`all have the same concerns and we are not so different". I believe the grassroots people are basically all on the same page.

QUESTION 5: Do you only open the blogs of those who comment to your blog or do you love to go and discover more by yourself?
I have certain blogs that I read whether they comment on mine or not. Occasionally , I will go to other blogs just to see what is going on. Mrs.Moose is the one who likes to really read other blogs. I will also check out the ones that are recommended by fellow bloggers.

QUESTION 6: What does your visitor counter mean to you? Do you care about put it in your blog?
I have a visitor counter but I really never look at it. So, yes it is in my blog and no it doesn't mean a lot.

QUESTION 7: Did you try to imagine your fellow bloggers and give them real pictures? A lot of the blogs I read have the pictures already so I don't have to imagine them. The ones that don't--- well, there is the old trick you use when you are about to make a speech and you are nervous----PLEASE, PUT YOUR CLOTHES BACK ON!!!

QUESTION 8: Do you think there is a real benefit to blogging?
Heck Yes! Or I am just wasting my time. I think most bloggers find it to be very therapeutic to get their thoughts down in writing. By sharing them and getting feedback, I don't think we feel as alone as we might otherwise. It also helps get a better perspective on other people and the ways in which they handle things.

QUESTION 9: Do you think that bloggers society is isolated from the real world or interacts with events?
This is easy. The blogging society is far more interactive with events than not. All you have to do is read the different topics that are out there and you know these people keep up on things. Even if opinions vary, at least there are opinions. And the sharing of ideas and opinions is never a bad thing and usually brings about greater understanding of each other.

QUESTION 10: Does criticism annoy you or do you feel it's a normal thing?
Unwarranted criticism does bother me to a certain extent and anyone who says it doesn't isn't normal. If it is constructive criticism from somebody whose opinion I value, not much.

QUESTION 11: Do you fear some political blogs and avoid them?
I don't actively seek out political blogs but if I come across one I will read it. If I don't agree with the premise, I probably won't go back. I have enough going on without adding negatives. Because I am passionate about what I believe in , I don't tolerate fools lightly. This should give you a hint on why I don't write about politics or religion. I am not that tolerant.

QUESTION 12: Did you get shocked by the arrest of some bloggers?
Not really. In some societies, China for instance , their openness is not great. Or if people are writing terrorist or threatening messages, I see no reason why they should not be arrested. If they are just writing dissent, then yes I would be shocked especially if it happened in the "free world". If it is an HONEST opinion on a subject it should not subject you to arrest. Freedom of speech is our greatest strength and should not be stifled.

QUESTION 13: Did you think what would happen to your blog after you died?
I assume that my wife will write a last blog saying I died or maybe I'll just take it with me. I haven't decided yet.

QUESTION 14: What do you like to hear? What's the song you might like to put in a link, in your blog?
Sound of Silence or Eve of Destruction. I think they are both still relevant today.

RULE 4: Your turn to tag some other victim: Let's see now??? Three very interesting blogs are
Ticblog
Ramblings from the Outside of Nowhere
Flitzy Phoebie
Tag : YOU'RE IT!

WHAT A DIFFERENCE A YEAR MAKES

Auntie Erin and Owen
This picture was taken in the hospital where Owen was born. He is with his Auntie Erin, who came from work to spell off Kristin's husband, Mark during labour. He is less than 24 hours old here.

Before he was even born, Mark told Mrs. Moose and I how amazing it was that you could love someone so much when you hadn't even met them. He has already stolen everyone's heart.












Auntie Erin and Owen Sharing a Pickled Bean
This was at his birthday party that we had yesterday. As you can see the boy will eat anything from baby food to Thai food. Loves hot and spicy. We have only found one thing he doesn't like. Lettuce for some reason. He also likes onions and peppers.











First Ever Bite of Cake
Kristin made him his own little cake for his birthday. This is the first time he has ever had cake and as you can see he started at the bottom first.












Owen and Alphonsedamoose
He certainly enjoyed the cake and is letting me know. He sure can melt this old fart with his smile.

ONE YEAR AGO TODAY

A year ago today, September 2, 2006 Owen took over our world, as well as his mom and dad's, when he made his appearance at 9 lbs. 13 oz. and 21 1/2 inches. Life has not been the same since.

In the picture to the left, he is one day old and already he has stolen everyone's heart.

Tomorrow, we are going to celebrate his birthday with a special cake just for him. I will have a lot more to say and hopefully show you after the party.