Two posts in such a short span? Consider yourselves lucky! ohh and poppies.

Hello all,
Sam here. We took another sweet nature trip last week. Since the sweet smelling lady has been on a little vacay for spring break we've been doing all kinds of things to keep busy. Turns out we live right near the California State Poppy Preserve. Now for those of you who have been paying attention we've had some precipitation this year. Apparently more than most years and at just the right times. So, we're expecting a superb Poppy year. We decided to go and check it out the free way. There is actually a parking lot that costs $7 and there are no dogs allowed in that part of the place. This is where the beard and his extensive knowledge of all things Mojave comes in handy. All those hours he spends out in the middle of nowhere doing nothing finally paid off as far as I am concerned. He found a back way (free) and we got to come (hooray). It turned out to be an absolutely beautiful day. First the highlights.

Here's the sweet smelling lady being the foxy pregnant lady who still smells sweet but rocks the maternity wear like a hot mamma.



Here's a couple more and one of the beard.





Now for the obligatory shots that the beard continues to shoot every time we go anywhere. He acts like a nut sometimes with a camera. He crawls around on all fours, sticks in in my face, lays down, etc.... mama likes these though and she thinks some of them might make nice wall shots.







Till next time don't eat the poppies, TRUST ME.

-SAM

Leo Carrillo'ing?

Howdy people,
I realize it's been a while and I know my adoring fans have been clamoring for my return. Consider this the big drop, like Jay-Z I'm back. Like the return of DOOM I come rolling in.
We went on down to the beach Saturday for a short camping trip. It was drizzly on the way down when we were up at the higher elevations. Everybody was worried that the trip would be a bust but we had already put down the $$ and it was non refundable. The beard decided to trudge on. Google maps had told us to take the 23 down to the beach as the shortest route. That's the last time we listen to them. The 23 is Decker Canyon rd. You know all those songs about dead mans curve? They're about decker canyon. You know those windy death roads in bond movies? That's what this road was like. With a sensitive stomach like mine and a preggo sweet smelling lady it was not the nicest trip down.
Once we arrived the weather was nice and it didn't rain until the next morning but by then we were leaving.
So what else could go wrong taking a pregnant woman camping? Sleeping you say? You are correct! We usually bring an air mattress for sleeping on and this is the time it decided to pop a giant hole! So we slept on the ground or in the sweet smelling lady's case not much at all.
Regardless of all the trouble, B+H+E+E+W decided to join us and it was a good trip.
We ate delicious buffalo burgers, walked on the beach, made smores and so on.
I've got some pictures...

Here are some shot's of Beastly, Holly, and their new sister ESTER! She's an older girl but that just means she is super mellow and was really nice to me and popo.


Here's me sniffing the cool ocean breezes for the scent of barbecue.

Here's popo trying to bust out of your computer screen.

Here's mama soaking up the warmth of the fire. She loves sitting next to a fire. It might be her favorite part of camping, that or fried bagels.

Here's some shots the beard made just to show you the general niceness of the scene.






We've had more adventures since then. The rents took us out to the Calfornia poppy preserve and it was pretty cool, Maybe if the beard loads up the shots he'll let me sit down and write another post.

Till then Hang Ten Party People.

-Sam

It's official!

So we're having a girl as most of you know by now. We're not sure what we are going to call her. Thus far in her short time she has shown stubbornness and tenacity. When we went in for the ultrasound she wouldn't unveil the goods for us so we thought we might have to go home without knowing and wait another month. The practitioner poked and prodded and jiggled and wiggled but she wouldn't show us what we all wanted to know. After 10 minutes of that we decided that we would go do the rest of the appointment and come back for one last shot.
The rest of the appointment went well she is healthy and growing.
We went back in to the ultrasound and bam! she was finally cooperating. It is definitely a girl. I will spare you (and her) the embarrassment of the photo that shows the proof but here are some other shots from her first photo shoot.

Both shots are of her head. In the second one you can make out spine and all. in the first one she is facing the camera and she has her little left fist all balled up.

Till next time.

Set the Date.

Tomorrow is the big day. We find out if it's going to remain a cletus the fetus or have to be changed to a norma ray the fetus. Meaning we find out if it's adam or eve, boy or girl doe or buck. capeesh? we'll let you all know.

Livin on the road my friends, is gonna keep you free and clean. Now you wear your skin like iron, breath as hard as kerosene. - townes van zandt

So,
It's been a while I suppose but we've been up to so much we really haven't had time to post to this here internets.

Round abouts Christmas we headed out for the spoil me rottens house. I like visiting there a whole lot and popo is realy learning to like it. They are super duper nice and they like taking us for long walks on the beach feeding us chicken, and snuggling by the fireplace light... If I were going to take out a doggy personal add it would read something like that, but it would include something about being a super hotty too. Anyways, we arrived there and as usual we were greeted warmly and treated wonderfully.



The next morning the rents set out for the dreaded airport where trouble is bound to ensue and mayhem will certainly break out. According to the beard there was mass confusion and hysteria. Brendan Frazier was spotted and yelled at for making such terrible films.

Then after hours of arguing and the sweet smelling lady apparently crying in public (If I had been there I would've bitten the ankles of who ever did that to her. She's too super for people to be so mean to her and make her cry. I would've torn those airline people to tiny little bits and fed them to my buddies for breakfast lunch and dinner.(That was an extremely long aside, we now return you to the previously started sentence which began with "Then after hours of arguing and the sweet smelling lady apparently crying in public")) the rents finally found their way to the gate where another celebrity was spotted. This one much cooler though, it was Kevin Arnolds dad from the wonder years.


Eventually the rents made their way to Virginia where they bowled terribly ate a ton of good food and received gifts while hanging out with family.



The beard did his usual wandering self thing and ended up taking some pictures of the really wonderful weather that they were having.



The rents also ended up making it out to Monitcello, where Thomas Jefferson lived and died. It was a little chillier there and the beard did some weird stuff with the camera there too. (If you want straight forward vacation pictures then don't give the camera to that guy it turns out. Just ask the sweet smelling lady)







I realize that tree picture is sideways but I just wanted to point out that Thomas Jefferson apparently found a way to give skin cancer to trees and somehow create the ugliest tree anyone has ever seen. I challenge everyone out there to find a grosser looking tree.
So, the rents had a great time in VA and eventually made their way home to find Popo sitting by the fireplace.

Finally after a large expense on a leaking automobile that was discovered upon waking up the next morning, the rents managed to get us home. It was all fun and good we had a great time with the spoil me rottens and aunt Cori. The rents say they had a great time with the Beards half of the fam. The rents also went to see the rose bowl floats which will be posted soon so keep your eye out for more strange and totally impersonal photographs by the beard.

-SAM