Sorry folks, the video is gone and I'm not going to fix the link.

Finally. A holiday I can really enjoy. It's the longest night of the year folks. Are your flashlights in working order?

The mighty Chupacabra was found to be only a dead coyote suffering from mange. Read more here. We still have Sasquatch.....but that's a whole different story.

Don't face the facts, deny them!

Mika Brzezinski in denial

A volunteer security guard in Colorado Springs ended Matthew Murray's attack on the New Life Church by using her personally-owned firearm to kill him. Fact: Citizens with guns can save lives. Fact: Criminals hate armed would-be victims. We rarely hear reports of law abiding citizens using their lawfully owned firearms to protect themselves even though it happens all the time. I guess we can thank Mika, et al for that.

Camden gets upset

Camden wanted to leave with Amy. She was not able to do so. She was not happy. Those are Camden's new favorite socks even though it makes her look like she has Big Bird legs. She's sitting here as I'm posting this and she thinks it's really funny to watch herself cry.

Here she is on my lap as we are posting this. You'll notice the dirt on her face and the generally disheveled look about her. This is what happens when mom is away and dad is in charge. Actually she was just outside "picking berries". The local shrubbery has a small red berry that the kids are fascinated with. They pick them all the time. They LOVE to "pick berries". The downside is that they spend most of their time standing, kneeling, or crawling in the mulch placed on the ground around the shrubbery which is 60% wood chips and 40% dung. I'm going to go wash her face now.

Old kid pictures

Camden recovering from her second surgery.

Mason kissing a scared Camden at Valley Forge.

Camden happy at Valley Forge.

Mason being cool after crying and being forced to make this cool pose.

Mason and his girlfriend, Abrie, at our beach house in the Outer Banks. They plan on getting married.

Father knows best

I was trolling the Drudge today and saw that Luciano Pavarotti had passed away. I'm no opera aficionado but I know who he is and I know he's good at what he does. I am also slightly familiar with Nessun Dorma from my Ricks College humanities classes. I did not know that Nessun Dorma was Pavarotti's calling card and I had never heard him sing it. I followed the link on the Drudge and all I can say is Wow with a capital (and bolded) "W". If that does not move you then I can say unequivocally that you do not have a soul. I think I even shed a tear at the end.

Dad probably knows all the dates and times that Mr. Pavarotti performed this song as well as where it was performed and with whom he sang it. He maybe even told me but I probably wasn't listening in History of Opera 101.

Incidentally, Pavarotti singing Nessun Dorma was used as the theme song for the 1990 World Cup which apparently was a fantastic Cup. I didn't watch it back in 1990 but it makes me like the song even more.

I tried to figure out putting up the video as a post but my settings aren't working so Luciano will permanently greet you at the top of my blog until I get it figured out. Also, Luciano has demonstrated synergy in the past with people like U2's Bono singing "Miss Sarajevo" but I don't think he melds well with the Beatles, John Denver, or S & G so you may want to turn them off before you view the video.

Sunday Morn

Here we have the orchids ready for church. Mason has his game face on and his Transformer clutched firmly in hand. Camden is just happy to be here with her new transparent pink plastic purse (scattergories, here I come - that's a three point play right there) and her unclothed baby in tow. She left it outside last night on the lawn. When I came out to get them in the car this morning she was in full Search and Rescue mode.

It is my firm belief that little girls were made to wear piggy tails. The argument for my stance on this issue is my little Camden. Piggy tails were invented for the sole purpose of being placed upon my daughter's head once she had enough hair to make it feasible. All previous piggy-tailers looked forward to the day that this would come to pass. She knows I love them too. She eagerly runs out of the bathroom once her hair is done so she can show me. If I ask to see them she does a little spin and she always puts her hand up to touch them. She also like to spray "apples and cherries" in her hair after her bath every night. It's some detangling stuff but she loves it. She runs urgently into the bathroom to get it if we ever forget. Between her purses and hair products she'll be surpassing Amy soon in required cabinet, closet and shower ledge space. There just ain't room for a man and his single, solitary bottle of shampoo. I'm going to have to start keeping my shampoo and razor in the storage unit.

Goatsucker

The mighty Chupacabra. Aye aye YIP YIP ayeeeeeeee! Ole' ! That looks a little too much like Spuds McKenzie. Read more about it here.

Look, second post already.

I thought I'd at least put up some pictures so there would be something to look at until I make a new post in a few months. Here is the latest picture I could find of Camden. I don't know what Amy put in those brownies but they sure look good!

Here's a better picture of Camden playing pin the nose on the clown at Mason's 5th Birthday party.

Mason's infamous (that means it's MORE than famous. Name the movie) sword picture. Mom and Dad got it for him in Germany and he can't let it out of his sight. Would-be nighttime household attackers beware!

Better late than never.

So everyone has a blog. In other words, almost no one doesn't have a blog. So what do I do? I resist for a while and then I give in. Just like in marriage. I can't help it. That's what I've been trained to do. Amy would never say this to anyone but I am the perfect husband. I resist long enough to make the conversation interesting and then I give in.

Anyway, back to my blog. People blog in order to keep in touch with family, practice their creative writing, show off their pictures, etc. etc. etc. I don't know what I will do with my blog. I don't know when I will let anyone see my blog for that matter. As for the purpose of my blog I'll break it down Mythbuster's style: 40% chance that it's to keep in better touch with family, 25% chance that it's to show off our amazing kids (I'll have to take some pictures of them now that they're both walking), 10% chance that I'm doing it so that the crushing amount of time I spend on the computer will be somewhat productive, 10% chance that it's because I'm bored tonight, 8% chance that it's because I might actually have something to say (shock! my neighbors don't even think I talk), and 7% chance that I really, really want to make it on the Drudge by next June.

Reality check. By next week I just might have forgotten that I even started a blog. Two years from now when I try to start a blog called "Orr What" I'll get a message telling me that that profile already exists and it will all come flooding back.

Here's some background on my blog name. I can't even tell you how many times I've introduced myself and upon hearing my name the person says "or what?" with a sneaky grin. It's done. Put a fork in it. When my blog "Orr What" gets on the Drudge next June it'll really take the wind out of those people's sails.