

Krystal and I took Natalee and Carson to McDonalds the other day. While we let the Australian hamburger meat digest, we had a few moments to dress up like Hannah Montana (daughter of Billy Ray Sirus). As you can see by the photos, Carson and I got a little too comfortable in the wig. We had to talk about Batman for awhile to bring back our manhood.
Krystal is doing well. She still feels sick quite a bit, but eating seems to ease her pain. Ahhh, she finally knows how I feel. Her two good friends are all pregnant along with her, and they have fun talking about all of their bodily changes. I am doing my best to be a good husband. I looked at multiple stores to find her some raspberry ginger ale... but I had no luck. She settled for normal ginger ale, but we would enjoy any information on where it might be found.
We went up to the Wayment cabin last weekend. Apparently all the bunnies must have heard about my shooting skills because when we got up there we did not even see one rascally rabbit. I am turning more outdoorsy... I now dangle my participles and constantly use the phrase "I says". I better work on that because I have a few job opportunities on the horizon. Thanks to Dad, Shannon, and a Columbian woman named Irma.
I will continue to blog more often... if I can overcome my writer's blog.