Henry who?

Today, we took a field-trip to the zoo. It couldn't have been a better day.

We had a plan on how we were going to approach it before we even set foot inside the gates. Let me tell you...the plan went down without a flaw (except for Sarah's bloodied leg, Lane's popped jaw/headache, Ryan's hangover, and Taya's sugar rush). We made it through the WHOLE place in approximately four hours. Not bad people, not bad at all.

As much as I really do hate animal cruelty (not quite enough to stop eating them though), I have to say...the zoo would be a much better place if they had people with cattle prods in the cages of some of the animals to make them a little more lively. Come on...I didn't pay all that moolah to watch a polar bear sleep. Well, actually I did do that but I wish the polar bear was more active. Along with the: Lions, Tigers, and Bears...oh my!

Today was a gold-star day.

Timmy and Violet

What did one dimple say to the other dimple? "Hey, butt out...I was here first."

I don't know if you know this...but I have a natural talent for making up jokes. (no i don't) I do have a talent for saying things that make no sense, laughing at it (alone of course, as everyone stares at me), and then coughing awkwardly and acting like it was no big deal. That is my special talent. It is a talent that will get me far in life. Look what its done for me so far. (*cough* *cough*...awkward)

Exhibit B

Ah yes, the fun continues.

--Lane

Exhibit A

Compliments of Lane

This Bud's for you!

I don't know if it is for making the best (only) guess as to what happened to Lynnett's bloodied face, but I've found myself promoted from a lowly blog commenter (if there is such a word (spell-check approved it)) to a highly-regarded (if not slightly intoxicated) blog *contributor*. Ooooooh! I know everybody is impressed (not impressed by the promotion, but by my ability to overuse parentheses ).

I'm not sure who took this photo, but it is from my wedding day with Sarah. This is my very dirty-minded grandfather, Bud Hickenbottom, sitting with my very dear--and of course dirty-minded--friend (and owner of this-here blog), Lynnett.

Now I can only dream what kind of dirty and perverted nothings they were whispering in each others' ears on that most glorious of evenings, but I'm sure it is unrepeatable in a family-friendly blog. Is "south of myself" a family-friendly blog? I don't know the answer to that.

But what I do know is that any discriminating man should ask Lynnett how many people she managed to lock lips with on my wedding night.

That was almost 2 years ago. She's a reformed person by now. What's in the past stays in the past.

Thanks for letting me post, Lynnett. I'm proud of my new parentheses record (not really).

Cheers!

--Lane

I once *blank* *blank* a *blank* in Ohio.

JUNE 2006

That's right...it's the real deal. We tipped him more than the donkey wrangler. It's only right.

JUNE 2007

So come to find out...Owen was actually with us in Vegas too. We just didn't know it at the time. He made his presence known about a week later.

Owen is Sarah and Lane's little person. He has the biggest eyes and dimples a person has ever seen. A-dorable. I usually don't deal with children well, but this one is different. He makes me want to have some of my own....wait, what? NO HE DOESN'T! He's cute, but not that cute. I'm sticking with weiner dog.

m,,,,,,,,,,,,,,kk,moiiiiiiiooooooooooopl//l;

(owen wrote that. i think it means "aunt net is pretty".)

So here we are, a year later. A few things have changed and a few things haven't.

We're hanging out at Sarah's - the same

Owen is with us - different

Pearl is under my shirt - the same

Sarah just said, "Holy crap you're a big boy". - sentence stayed the same...context has changed.

We went for a walk in the park - the same

We had a stroller this time - different

There are no martini's or colorado bulldogs being drank at the moment - different

I've seen Sarah's boobs more times now than I'd ever thought possible - different (and awesome)

So here's to being with Sarah. It may not be Elvis this summer, but it is still an adventure. A poopy adventure, but an adventure nonetheless.

Thank god almighty...I'm free at last!

Well, here we are. The community college class of Medical Laboratory Technology 2007. Go us! Today was our last day of clinical's and class. It was a quick four years...wait, what?

Here is my little shout out to my classmates and friends.

Hey-ay to Chris for getting me through Serology.

Hey-ay to Jim for getting me through Chemistry (all six classes of it) and killing ANY thought I ever had of joining the army, and for enlightening me on the process of making yogurt and more importantly...beer.

Hey-ay to Chris for getting me through Microbiology I.

Hey-ay to Carl for the enteric chart. E. coli = indole positive.

(ah thank you)

Hey-ay to Chris for getting me through Microbiology II.

Hey-ay to Amanda for boy stories and many good laughs.

Hey-ay to Chris for getting me through Blood Bank I.

Hey-ay to Jenna for getting a job at where I work. It'll be good times...good times.

Hey-ay to Chris for getting me through Blood Bank II.

Hey-ay to Ohn for not telling us you were married until there were two weeks left...who knew?

Hey-ay to Chris for getting me through Hematology I.

Hey-ay to Josh for telling me I'm pretty and not filing a lawsuit on me. It only took two years...but I finally got your flower.

(it's not what you're thinking)

Hey-ay to Chris for getting me through Hematology II.

Hey-ay to the guy who took the picture. Nice job with the shadows buddy.

Hey-ay to Chris for getting me through Immunology.

Hey-ay to Guiness for getting me through these last six months.

Hey-ay to Chris for getting me through Organic Chemistry.

Hey-ay to the drama queens in the class. I wanted to slap you most days. Still kinda do.

Hey-ay to Chris for getting me through Parasitology.

Hey-ay to weiner dog for putting up with being neglected.

Hey-ay to my teachers. I can't believe you're actually letting me graduate.