Genetics at Work

Here are two photos that prove being a dork is genetic. In the first photo my little brother is on the right. In the second photo my little sister is on the left. I love them for so many reasons. Today I love them because they make me feel a little less like a dork. The full impact of the second photo can be felt with a quick double click.

Trevor and I are all alone again. Bubbles was up here for two weeks and then my family came up for the weekend. The visit was short and it was difficult to say goodbye. You would think I would be accustom to being alone after all of these years. I miss my family; I wish I could see them more.

Paulding Light

The phenomenal Paulding Light.
Mr. Roboto and Bubbles excited about seeing a light in the woods.
Ms. M and Lulu excited about scaring the crap out of two cute little kids.


We are continuing to avoid our gardening duties. This week began with a trip to the Paulding Light. Ms. M and I decided to take Bubbles and Mr. Roboto. Bubbles and Mr. Roboto were well behaved and less than impressed with "the light". Ms. M and I thought the kids would get really freaked out and want to leave right away. We ended up spending three hours at the light listening to idiots from Illinois. When you live in the North woods you slowly begin to hate most things from Illinois (relatives are excluded from this blanket hatred). These idiots were no exception. Upon arriving their annoying little children began shoving their way to the front of the lookout and scaring everyone around them. Then the parents began talking loudly about how they are from Illinois and they never have been out in the woods like this and how their trip is so educational because they got to see some deer. We cursed at them a few times and promptly left them to be eaten by the light.