Halloween

Oct 17 to Nov 11

So. Cal. So Fun.

My 5 month old talked & Nicole had an affair.

This is not the first time he has said DA DA. And before all you naysayer start spewing, ask Cooper as he is my witness. Nicole even admitted that "he says DA DA all the time" she then tried to discredit Brody by saying "but not on purpose." I disagree because when I walk in his room he sees me and says DA DA. Nicole just doesn't realize that when he says DA DA to her, he's saying "hey mom, where's dad?" Case closed chumps.

Next item.....Nicole had an affair. She won't say who it was with and I found out because we got pulled over by a cop and he said, "Didn't I pull you over yesterday?" Of course I asked her what the cop was talking about and caught her lying about where she had been. After a while she admitted she was having an affair. So I asked, "Didn't you tell him you were married?" and she, nonchalantly with a shrug of her shoulders, said "no." I then asked her who it was she was having an affair with and she wouldn't say. I was so mad that I woke up from my dream! In the morning, Nicole got peppered with questions, but she, of course, nonchalantly said "no"....hmmm, just like in the dream. But she has apologized for having an affair in my dream and we've decided to try and work things out and stay together for the children's sake. Nicole says my dream is payback for the regular dreams she has of us being back in our dating/broken-up phase and me still being non-committal.

I hate hiking...I love hiking...I hate it...I love it.

For labor day I thought I would try and kill myself. So at 6:00 AM I rounded up some of the neighborhood homeless guys and took off to go hike Mt. Olympus. For some reason I think I'm a good hiker and fun to hike with but apparently I'm unusually slow up the mountain and kind of a psycho, lunatic with a split personality. I'm an emotional wreck. That is what the guys tell me anyway. The funny thing is I only remember the good parts like taking a break to see if I can still feel my legs, taking the summit, eating treats at the top, Molcasalsa and the hot tub with the homeless after. Only after I see the pictures do I remember that I hated 83% of the 4 1/2 hour hike. And here is why... my kids decided not to sleep the night before, I got up way too early, I had a headache, my legs were burning from the parking lot, it was cold and wet, everyone was going way faster than me, politics were being discussed (fortunately I couldn't hear most of the discussion as I was way behind) and as soon as we got to the top it turned cloudy and got real quiet, then came the lightning, thunder and the hailstorm. After sprinting off the top (lighting scares me) we hid under a tree. (I know stupid idea, but there aren't a whole lot of places to hide on a 9,026 foot mountain except for a tree). I called Nicole to let her know I was OK and all she had to say was "don't die we don't have life insurance!" Does that mean if we had life insurance that it is OK for me to die? I need to talk to her about that. Anyway, we made it back and here are the pics that show the emotional roller coaster that I go through pretty much every time I hike.

I hate hiking. We're not even close to the top yet.

Still hating it. Just closer to the top.

Now I'm getting excited. So excited that I pull out half of a rock on hand signal. We're 20 feet from the top.

View from the top. I love hiking so much.

On the summit. I love hiking. It is so fun I wish I could do it every day.

Not that happy here. In a cloud bank...thunder and lightning closing in. I'm one of the tallest things around for miles.........starting to hate hiking.

Now I'm angry. I hate hiking, hail storms on mountains and that stupid yellow rain thingy.

Back safely. Simmering at 109 degrees in the tub. I love hiking! Anyone want to go hiking? I really want to hike Twin Peak next.

First Items of Business

First item of business....I detest blogging. Second item of business, let's talk about Nicole. Like Micheal Jordan, whose 3 NBA titles weren't enough, and he then had to try his hand at baseball, and just like Aurthur Blank and Bernie Marcus, who were forced in to retirement from Home Depot, the very store they built from the ground up, Nicole has decided/has been in her mind forced to hang up her keyboard in search of something else. When something you love slowly becomes your nemesis, it's time to walk away. Never would I have guessed this is what would become of Nicole's desire to blog. Only Nicole can tell you exactly how this came to fruition, but the "Queen of Blog" is out. Don't worry, she's not dead, just "searching out greener pasture," if you will. RIP babe and I won't miss the time you spent blogging.

Now onto the good stuff... Cooper came up to me this morning and said, "Dad, my wiggly spot hurts." I said, "Where is your wiggly spot?" He then points to his hip and shows me his underwear spots...you know the spots were your undies are too tight and leave a mark? Anyway I said, "Do you think it is because you have on 3 pairs of underwear?" He said, "Probably. Maybe I should just wear 2 pairs." OK Son. You are officially a wacko.


Also here are some recent pics of our household liabilites. In business, they are known as overhead.



For Grandmas:

There Is A New Sheriff In Town

Rest In Peace

The previous bloggedallen.blogspot.com has met its demise. Nicole has left this blogging building and it is now solely up to the new author, Scott, or Fcott to some, to fill its pages. Should be interesting.

p.s. "Scott's Day at the D.I." video will definitely be added to the blog.