the unlikely orange

i had some fun with some photo-editing in honor of halloween.  actually, i was just playing around and the boys saw what i was doing and really got into it.  "oooh, give me some bloody slashes on my forehead!"  "i want spiders on mine!" and so forth.    so we edited these pics into the total messes that they are, but we laughed alot and had fun doing it, and i thought i would share it with you.  beware!    this last one is a photo of our jack-o-lanterns this year.  jackson's (on top) is a clone trooper from star wars, caedmon's (on the bottom) is a face that he free-handed, and i carved quin's happy little sideways-looking face.  we had fun carving (especially because we had friends over to help us!) and we hope you have a happy halloween! 

for those fretting about winds and floods and electricity, i am with you, and we can cling to this promise. 

there was an old-school feel to the drubbing delivered to the washington redskins at the hands of the pittsburgh steelers yesterday, and it wasn't merely because the steelers uniforms looked like something out of a charlie chaplin film about a jailbreak.  no, it had just as much to do with the steelers running the ball effectively, stopping the redskins from doing the same, and sending another nfc team away from heinz field with a an additional 'L' on the record.  same old story.  the steelers donned striped uniforms that predictably drew strong reactions from commentators and viewers alike, celebrating their 80th season in winning style, if not in runway-quality material.  still, even though just about every loud voice was suddenly a judge on "project runway," those bumble bee convict jerseys will be flying off of shelves, continuing to accumulate revenue for one of the most successful franchises of the last 40 years.  and if winning is traditional in...

happy saturday.  not sure why, but this song has been stuck in my head, so here it is.  it was either going to be this one or say what's 1990 rap tribute to sandi patty . 

just a quick note today about something that will happen this weekend.  on sunday afternoon the steelers and the redskins will take the field in pittsburgh and the steelers will be wearing these: and the world will point and laugh.  now, i've already written about this whole idea of going to these throwback uniforms, and you can read it by clicking here , but since this will be the weekend when everyone will be calling the steelers jailbirds and bumblebees, i wanted to go on the record on more time and say that i love them.  i think they are very cool, if not from a purely aesthetic point of view, then certainly from an historical one.  when the steelers take the field with those very unusual unis, we will be reminded that they are now playing their 80th season, and that is a great thing  because when we start looking back to celebrate the journey of the pittsburgh steelers to this point, we remember that they have won 6 superbowl championships, and been ...

-thanks to my dad for showing me this hilarious video of a man hoping to break the ice.  warning: i have no idea what is being said in german, but it may not be "oh fiddlesticks!  that smarts!"  -i saw on the news today that there was a baseball game last night.  weird, i thought the season had come to an end.  i guess, despite the argument many people continue to perpetuate, that money doesn't buy you world championships.  pitching and hitting (especially at the right times) wins you championships.   take that, yankee haters.  -when i'm at the gym in the morning, there is a fleet of morning shows being played on the wall of televisions.  from abc to nbc to cbs, from fox news to msnbc, and everything in between, i get to see the over-make-upped hosts spew vigorously about the news of the day, as well as anything else that might be anything ranging from interesting to sexy to salacious, in order to win a viewer or two (and thus an a...

some of you may remember when i made this video a few months ago: yeah, that was fun.  that was when he was getting ready to crawl.  we thought we were in for it then, what with all the havoc he would cause by scooting around and messing with everything.  but that was nothing.  now we have this: he's a walking machine.  into everything.  he's everywhere you don't want him to be.  when you'd rather he not follow you, he's clingier than a shadow.  when you want him to stick with you, he'slippery as a wobbling one-year old can be, and when you find him, he's waist-deep in a drawer he shouldn't be in.  for example, last week i lost my tv remote for the better part of a week.  i knew that the little stinker took it, but i couldn't find it anywhere.  until i was taking the trash out and found it as it tumbled down into the bottom of the large outside trash can, covered in coffee grounds and papa johns garlic butter dipping ...