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We're not technically having technical difficulties...I've just been sidetracked by other stuff since we returned from our Colorado vacation. I can't say for sure when I'll be back, but please stand by...

Our Tyler-Monkey

Hey, remember a while back when I freaked out because I had to sew? I was proud of myself because I had so much advanced notice that I could afford to re-do it a couple of times if I screwed it up. But what did I do? Waited until the night before...but it turned out OK, don't you think? (The safety pin holding the hood together is not in these pictures) (home-made costume ideas here.)



The sad part is that many parents didn't go out of their way much for their kids' costumes. Yes, I waited until the very last minute, but I would have stayed up ALL NIGHT to do a good job. This play was the pinnacle of these kids' end-of-year activities--don't you think you'd work a little at their costumes, after all the hard work they put into memorizing their lines? I'm not going to post those pictures--no need for any more public humiliation for the kids. It just breaks my heart to know these kids worked so hard for something, but their parents obviously blew it off.

Yep, More Out of Our Mouths

Here's what's come out of our mouths lately:

• You F-ing hooker! You know I say that with all the love in my heart.
• Let go of his noodle! You have your own to play with.
• *GASP* Chocolate Jesus is gone!!!
• I've caffeinated the fish in the river.
• Doing the dishes always makes me have to pee.
• It sounds like you're playing with your balls.
• Thanks God for my Olympic-strength butt-cheek--it's the only thing keeping me on this raft.
• Oh, no! I left my mustache at home! (coming from Granny)
• That llama has a better view than I do.
• Congratulations--you've got the highest fart in the family! (atop Pike's Peak)
• Hey, buddy--you're lucky I'm in a feminine wetsuit and unsure of myself.

You can view more of this sort of stuff here.

The O'Doyles Family Vacation

We are currently on a family vacation in Colorado. Here is a summary of what happened on the way over here--I'm sure we'll have more stories of the trip itself and the voyage back home.

• Bryan & I bought corn nuts and beef jerky to eat on the plane. Little did we know they would stink up the plane to high hell.
• Part way through the long leg of the flight, Bryan decided to unbutton his shirt all the way down because he felt "fat & sweaty." Those of you who have never seen this man--think of a big linebacker with a belly. Yes, it was appetizing for the first-class passengers (we were seated in the first row immediately behind the first class section.)
• Nick puked as we landed and the entire drive from Denver to Estes Park--from eating too many Skittles on the plane.
• Brandon puked in the middle of the wedding we were attending in Estes Park.
• As we rushed Nick off the plane due to puking, we ran over an old lady and Bryan yelled "O'Doyle Rules!"
  
  

Peeking Into Bryan's Mind

This is my first post here, even though my wife is always stalking me around the house and writing down things I say or do and twisting them into these blog posts.

Here's a little something I came up with at work the other day--a little peek into the inner mind of Bryan:

Trap door boogers. I hate them. You know they're out to get you. The lie there lurking, waiting for the most prominent person that you'll talk to. Then they attack. They start swinging uncontrollably in your nostrils, attempting to be seen or escape onto your shirt. The only solution is a pre-emptive strike to flush them out before it's too late. Don't be a victim. Don't underestimate the long reaching consequences of not handling them early.

OK, I admit that I texted this to my wife and she copied it down to add to her collection (she has issues.) I would have never remembered I said this stuff...but she pulled it out as she was recording some other random thing I said this morning. And here it is for the world to read. I hope my future boss doesn't ever discover this blog.

Bear Scare

Here we are, hiking up a mountain in Estes Park, and the boys just wouldn't slow down and hang back for us old folks. So Papa Bear taught them a lesson.

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