Tropical Storm Beryl, Hurricane Josh & Kyle, Hardpack and Crazy Love

First came Tropical Storm Beryl.

Next weekend is The Jammers and Paul was hoping a storm would blow in from the East to "Zamboni" the beach into a nice smooth hardpack to play on...I think Paul may have a direct link to the Vatican...

At this point we are in the Red Zone, 60-70 MPH sustained winds - just above the letter "n" in Jacksonville

Add amazing waves, a killer riptide and a few glasses of wine....which leads to....

Frisbee on the beach of course!

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Then Hurricane Josh and Kyle blew into town, sweeping up all the beautiful blondes with beautiful smiles...

David screams out - Hey Look! Check out all this beautiful hardpack! The Jammers is next weekend! Come on everybody! Next weekend is the Jammers and World Gitis Day!

The beach is beautiful!

I'll wrap up our action-packed Memorial Day Weekend with a pic that celebrates our family.

This weekend was also our 12th Wedding Anniversary.

Here's a picture of what scarily depicts the fruits of my loins..... Yikes.

This looks more like Insanity, than Crazy Love.

Zoom in.

David totally cracks me up. And totally frightens me in a Sling Blade kind of way. 

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But hey, craziness it is. I wouldn't change a thing.

Except, I think Mom shoulda got David a longer tie.

...and that I wish Hurricane Josh could linger a little longer. His room already looks like a Cat 5 has hit, but it's way cool having him here.

Josh served David what sounded like a 5-gallon bucket of ice cream at Dairy Queen today...

... sounds like brotherly love to me.

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Gold at the End of the Rainbow

A summer storm.

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This is the Gold at the end of my Rainbow.

The kids ran around the beach acting like they were struck by lightning.

I felt lucky.

I am struck by lightning.

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Mother's Day is a Beautiful Thing

So I got Matthew all up in my face, he's squishing his little freckled nose all up into my eyeballs.

"Matthew, you are so beautiful," I tell him. He smiles and acts all shy.

About a half hour later, maybe forty-five minutes later, he's going through a major meltdown. Throwing a fit. Crying. Whining. Doesn't want to get dressed.

In between sobs, he keeps stuttering and finally gets out, "Daddy? Daddy? What does....beautiful meeeaaan?"


... just look at them.

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