9.04.2005
I love these pictures...
Lately, my favorite times with Chris and Zachary
have been when we all sit together in the front yard...
just goofing around and enjoying being together.
Good old Gus...
One of Zach's favorite new places to play is Gus' bed...
I don't know why, but he loves to roll around on it,
getting hair all over his clothes and usually in his mouth!
Today, however, was the first time that he played in it
while Gus was IN it...

...and Gus is such a good sport...

...he doesn't mind being climbed on...

...or pulled on, or layed on...
He's the best dog ever!!
9.03.2005
Zach's first BSU football game - 2004
We didn't GO to the game, but watched it on tv...
Today is the opening game for the 2005 season.
I'll post a current pic later!
9.02.2005
I couldn't have said it better myself...(and yes, my biases are showing!)
Friday, September 2nd, 2005
Dear Mr. Bush:
Any idea where all our helicopters are? It's Day 5 of Hurricane Katrina and thousands remain stranded in New Orleans and need to be airlifted. Where on earth could you have misplaced all our military choppers? Do you need help finding them? I once lost my car in a Sears parking lot. Man, was that a drag.
Also, any idea where all our national guard soldiers are? We could really use them right now for the type of thing they signed up to do like helping with national disasters. How come they weren't there to begin with?
Last Thursday I was in south Florida and sat outside while the eye of Hurricane Katrina passed over my head. It was only a Category 1 then but it was pretty nasty. Eleven people died and, as of today, there were still homes without power. That night the weatherman said this storm was on its way to New Orleans. That was Thursday! Did anybody tell you? I know you didn't want to interrupt your vacation and I know how you don't like to get bad news. Plus, you had fundraisers to go to and mothers of dead soldiers to ignore and smear. You sure showed her!
I especially like how, the day after the hurricane, instead of flying to Louisiana, you flew to San Diego to party with your business peeps. Don't let people criticize you for this -- after all, the hurricane was over and what the heck could you do, put your finger in the dike?
And don't listen to those who, in the coming days, will reveal how you specifically reduced the Army Corps of Engineers' budget for New Orleans this summer for the third year in a row. You just tell them that even if you hadn't cut the money to fix those levees, there weren't going to be any Army engineers to fix them anyway because you had a much more important construction job for them -- BUILDING DEMOCRACY IN IRAQ!
On Day 3, when you finally left your vacation home, I have to say I was moved by how you had your Air Force One pilot descend from the clouds as you flew over New Orleans so you could catch a quick look of the disaster. Hey, I know you couldn't stop and grab a bullhorn and stand on some rubble and act like a commander in chief. Been there done that.
There will be those who will try to politicize this tragedy and try to use it against you. Just have your people keep pointing that out. Respond to nothing. Even those pesky scientists who predicted this would happen because the water in the Gulf of Mexico is getting hotter and hotter making a storm like this inevitable. Ignore them and all their global warming Chicken Littles. There is nothing unusual about a hurricane that was so wide it would be like having one F-4 tornado that stretched from New York to Cleveland.
No, Mr. Bush, you just stay the course. It's not your fault that 30 percent of New Orleans lives in poverty or that tens of thousands had no transportation to get out of town. C'mon, they're black! I mean, it's not like this happened to Kennebunkport. Can you imagine leaving white people on their roofs for five days? Don't make me laugh! Race has nothing -- NOTHING -- to do with this!
You hang in there, Mr. Bush. Just try to find a few of our Army helicopters and send them there. Pretend the people of New Orleans and the Gulf Coast are near Tikrit.
Yours,
Michael Moore
MMFlint@aol.com
www.MichaelMoore.com
P.S. That annoying mother, Cindy Sheehan, is no longer at your ranch. She and dozens of other relatives of the Iraqi War dead are now driving across the country, stopping in many cities along the way. Maybe you can catch up with them before they get to DC on September 21st.
8.28.2005
Muddy buddy
It was HOT today, so we started out by spraying
Z's feet with the hose...which led to his shorts and
shirt getting wet, and a mud puddle being created
in our yard. Of course, one cannot have a proper
childhood without at least ONCE playing in a mud
puddle with no cares, so today was that day.
One of my fondest memories was my grandma letting me
play in a giant mudpuddle on the farm when we
were there to visit one summer...this is the
stuff sweet memories are made of.


Even covered in mud, isn't he just the cutest
thing you've ever seen???
New tricks, part 2
- finding daddy's nose, mouth, ear (and his own on occasion!!)
- crawling like a madman EVERYWHERE (ok, so this isn't a NEW trick...it's still pretty exciting!)
- offering sticks to the dogs when we're in the backyard
- peek-a-boo master
- giving you "five" when asked (90% of the time)
I swear, he's a genius.
8.25.2005
8.23.2005
8.22.2005
A new trick!
Ok, so that's not a great discription of it...but I don't know how else to describe it!
At any rate, he figured it out all on his own, and it is the cutest thing ever.
8.21.2005
Sweetest milestone EVER
It was the sweetest thing I have ever experienced.
Ever.
And then he took a nap.
8.20.2005
My busy busy busy busy boy
Crawling is such a wonderful thing!
Now Zachary has discovered that he
can explore the various cabinets and drawers
in the kitchen that don't have latches on them



You can see that he doesn't keep his exploring limited
to just one or two cabinets...

...he's in ALL of them...

WAAAAAY in them!
What a silly little boy.
Life and Death
This evening, part of a squirrel nest in our big maple tree fell
onto our deck, and I didn't think much of it, until Sid
started sniffing around in the leaves and pulled out
this tiny baby squirrel.
He was still alive, so I shooed Sid away and
called Chris, who scooped the baby and
his dead sibling and brought them into the house.

These pictures are the live baby, after we warmed
some cloth diapers and placed them into the
currently-not-being-used baby wipe warmer (see, they
DO come in handy!!) along
with a rock that we heated up to try to keep him
warm. Then we loaded up the car and took him to
the emergency vet clinic, where I like to
think he will grow healthy and strong and
be released back into the "wild" someday.
I have no idea how old they were, but their eyes
were nowhere near open, and this little guy made
the tiniest little cries....
The whole thing was very emotional for me,
being the sap that I am.
And for the record, we had a makeshift funeral
for the sibling and buried him under
the tree in the front yard.




































