Happy Birthday Deb!

I know it's not until tomorrow.

Last year, I forgot her birthday. This year, no chance.

Doing the John Bozarth napkin trick at a wedding. I love her.
Snuggling with Lou. I think she looks so beautiful.

Man, she does something to me. Blue eyes and blond hair with a twinkle of mischief behind those glasses.

Deb with Danny and Jessi's niece on their wedding day. Deb enjoys holding babies.

Farm girl loves her baby chicks.
Deb so enjoys the same things her Grandma Lora did.

Deb and Riley love to go out to the coop. She has taught Riley so much about absolutely everything. I love her teaching heart.

I appreciate that we work so well together. We both are happy to be right next to each other for the next project.

I love you so much Deb! Sorry, when I screw things up. Sorry, when I don't tell you enough how much you mean to me. HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABE!

Fishing fun

After Brandon and I went fishing and spent the night at Johns cabin a few weeks ago, he has really got into fishing. He goes every chance he can. He bought a rod and reel with a birthday gift card that Josh and Jenna gave him for Cabela's. Now it seems Riley has caught the fishing bug as well. She casted and reeled these bluegill in all by herself.

Brandon asked how I know so much about fishing. I told him when I was in my teens, I use to take my brothers fishing all the time. I use to get off work and by the time I got home, Joe and John were waiting, just hoping I would take them.

Later on we even took Jay and Jimmy. I taught my brothers all I knew and they now are almost as good of fisherman that I am.

Just remember.....When you go outdoors, take a kid fishing.

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My kind of weekend

Everyone was here Saturday except Hailey. She was at a wedding with her mommy. When a gang is here, I WANT PICTURES!!!!!!!!!! Sorry for so many.
The guys doing the sexy look. It's kind of frightening.

Daddy's girls. I make em cute.

The whole gang in one chair. Ouch!

Just the kids.

I love this picture.

I think they could be sisters.

Have to have a goofy pic.

Everybody got their shades on.

The guys thanking Deb for an excellent lunch. Josh's request was baked breakfast and coffee cake. She also cut up some fresh pineapple and watermelon and it was delicious.

Deb and I love a table full of our family.

Cub fans.

Brandon is getting taller....

Crikies. Two wild farm kittens not even given these chickens a second look. But things on the Hancock County plain can turn deadly at the blink of an eye.

Snooze fest. Riley and Lou cuddlin.

We had so much fun this weekend. Josh and Danny and I went golfing in the morning. We had a wonderful lunch, followed by games and Rock band on the Wii. God has blessed us with great kids and can't wait to see them all together again. Thanks for letting me share our family with you!

I'm a travelin man, I made a lot of stops.....

First, our travels led us to Kansas City for Shawn and Suzies wedding. Grandma/Mom looks pretty good.
The happy couple

Who knew my daughter could break dance?

Riley and Hailey on the Slip and Slide taken from the back deck of Jessi and Dannys new home.

Deb promised not to blog the picture of Jessi in her PJ pants. I made no such promise. I love the house guys.

Buddies!

Next our trip took us to Waterloo Iowa for business. The worlds largest frying pan is in Brandon, IA.

Back home for.....

Happy Birthday dear Brandon......

and back home for a ball game. This is Riley and one of her bestest friends, Madison.

Then off to St. Louis to visit Jenna and Josh. First stop,,,,,,,Chuck E. Cheese!

Riley and mommy at Grants Farm.

The happy couple

Victims of a tragic snow cone accident.

Last but not least, this is Josh's sexy look. I mean it. It really is. Honest. I'm not kidding.