Top 10 Reasons Why We Love The Birthday Boy!

Well today is the big day! Skyler Matthew Richards came into the world 14 years ago today. To celebrate this monumental event DeEtte and I thought we would share the Top 10 reasons why we love Skyler. So here we go!

10. Born during a lightning storm while the Dr. and myself watched the Broncos and Cowboys play. DeEtte could only push during commercials. This could explain why Skyler is an avid Broncos fan.

9. The New Years Eve Outback Incident.

8. Loves Heavy Metal but has a soft spot for Michael Jackson.

7. His uncanny ability to take the last cookie and blame it on someone else.

6. "The snickers bar fell into my shoe!?!?"

5. Has a bigger shoe obsession then the late Don K Richards.

4. "We don't want any weeds in our gaaaarden" and "Lata Du Guys!".

3. Waits patiently every weekend for the Sunday ad for Big Five Sports.

2. Gives 100% in everything he does.

1. Brought us nothing but joy for the last 5,110 days.

We love you son. Happy Birthday.

My Wife Loves Daisies

There is one thing my wife loves and that is daisies. She loves em I tell ya. Every time I see one I think of her smiling face. So tonight when I was cruising one of my favorite web sites, The Cutest Blog On the Block and I saw this daisies thing a ma gigger how could I resist not posting something about her? I know, cruising scrap booking blogging sites is not the most manly thing to do with my free time but after 15 hours of Big Rigs and Little League Football I am usually ready to get in touch with my feminine side.
Any whoooo. I don't tell her enough and I know I should but I think my wife DeEtte is the best. She does it all. She is the backbone of our family. If it weren't for her... Well I don't even want to think of what I would do with out her. She is the best! Now without further adieu I would like to delight you with some of my favorite pictures of the worlds best! I love you sweet pea!

The wandering mind!

This is the first Saturday I have had to work in a long time. The managers here at Kenworth decided a few weeks ago the Used Truck Department would participate in the Saturday Sales rotation. I think it's only fair, if the New Truck guys have to work rotating Saturdays then the Used guys should to. Any way it's kind of nice. I got here at 9:00 and was able to catch up on a few things and make a few calls, I have even gotten a sales up. It's all good. Here is the problem though. For about the last 1/2 hour I haven’t really had any thing to do so my mind has wandered a little. I thought to myself "I wonder what it would be like to be Arnold Swartzenager in his younger days". I then put my vast computer knowledge and resources to work and WALLLA! I’m Arnold!

So after having a great time pretending to be the world’s most popular muscle man I stared wondering what it might be like to be a 30 something starlet. The cameras, the fame, the clothes, the stalkers, the endless supply of Cocaine. There was only one person suitable for this role.
But what about something non-human. Something UN-capable of feeling emotions like love, fear, lust, sadness, happiness, joy. Something hard and tough, something you can't reason with and most of all something you can't kill. Something programmed to destroy the human race at all costs.
Although I enjoyed a moment of not feeling the burden of emotions and the weakness of the flesh, it was just too cold. I wanted to feel again so I started at the beginning. I took a walk on the wild side (no pun intended) and for just a moment believed Darwin and this theory of evolution may just be right .
Ahh what a life, swinging from the trees, picking bugs off of my brothers and sisters, all the bananas I could eat, pooping where ever I wanted to and not having to worry about what the other Baboons and Monkeys thought of my pooping habits. It was bliss but it was not meant to be. Plain and simple, I missed the United States. But if I came back I had to be human. How could I live the life I so learned to love in the jungle? And then it struck me! I could come back as one thing and one thing only!

I hope you all enjoyed this foray in to my wandering mind, I know I sure did!

Our Dog's Are Dorks!

The picture says it all people!
And oh yea, just because my last two posts are about our dog's don't start thinking I am some weird dog lover. Never will either one of these but holes spend time at a "Doggy Day Care" or wear a custom Argyle sweater! They are dog's people! They crap in the yard!
Ahhhhh hell who am I kidding, I love these damn dog's. Not so much Ouzo but Remmy.. Yea I love em. They make me laugh, and let me tell you people "laughs" are hard to come by these days!
Obama ROCKS!