If you stop by here on a regular basis, you'll realize this picture is a little old. About a year ago in fact; looking at it, I'm amazed how much all three of the little ruffians have changed. Back then, Trot couldn't walk yet, Rakes was just approaching Defcon 5, and Ciera was still more of a little girl and less a pre-teen.
Flash forward to this morning after church as I'm trying to get them all rounded up and out to the car. Have you ever tried to wrangle three little gophers into a small hole while trying to avoid a thundering herd of elephants? That's about what it was like getting all of them through the hallways at church, zigging around the old folks who wanted to pinch their cheeks and zagging around the other senior citizens who were recoiling in horror.
Before I knew it Rakes and Trot were behind the Welcome Desk in the foyer, stealing the candy canes we pass out at Christmas time with Trot eating his as fast as he could open it. While I dealt with his theatrics, Rakes took two candy canes and proceeded to run around the foyer and down the hall using them as pistols, firing randomly at anyone who came across his path. It was about the time he ran up to the preacher and shouted "You dead, Pator Darrell" that I started hoping for a giant hole to open up and just take me away.
Using the whole "change" thing, you may have noticed the blog looks a little different. That's what happens when a moron decides to start messing around with his template. I saved the old one, but for some reason I can't get it to post back. So, I'm thinking I'll keep the new one for awhile.
However, I'm getting conflicting comments on the colors, particularly the blue; thanks to Dawn I now know how to change it, but when I went back to the white I found the blue had sort of grown on me. Being this is an election year, I figured I'd put it out there to the people, and I'll go along with the popular opinion.
Which is why I'm putting a poll up in the sidebar on what to do. If you don't mind, take a few seconds to help me figure out what color this thing should be. I know anyone stopping by has a few minutes to kill, because this place isn't exactly the Wall Street Journal. Just a place for an exasperated Dad and Red Sox fan to vent every now and then.
If you're gonna stop in, I at least want you to feel comfortable.
Like those two old guys in the Bartyles and James commercials used to say, thanks for your support.
Lunch with My Dad
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