Monday, December 27, 2010
Welcome to the world, Mason Nickolas Burke. Born on Dec. 1, 2010, Mason weighed in at 9 lbs and was 22 inches long. (Not quite as big as his older brother, thankfully).
Here are a few photos, in reverse order.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Take a look at the photo below. Impressive, right? Now, before you go feeling sorry for these creatures, know that they were swarming around my son’s backyard pool about to attack.
If the first photo failed to impression, check out the this one that was taken less than 12 hours after I emptied the trap the night before.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
At the Salt Lake County Fair, no fear of animals of any size! Mr. Spikey Hair
On our Road Trip to Oregon, Hunter discovered Blow Pops.
Friday, July 16, 2010
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
-The end of Finding Nemo
-An episode of Parenthood on NBC
-Zac Brown’s “Highway 20 Ride” music video
What do these three things have in common? Well… they all made me cry.
Apparently, fatherhood has made me soft. I did make it through The Blind Side without shedding a tear – Nikki cannot say the same.
Monday, February 22, 2010
I have a buddy who recently posed an interesting question. “If you could put a group of people on a plane that would crash on a deserted island and be lost forever, whom would you choose?”
Here is my list:
“Saving the world” at everyone else’s expense, both literally ($$$) and figuratively.
I don’t dislike you because I’m a racist. I dislike you because you’re an idiot.
You can’t make a car seat that costs less than $400? And you had to show that child safety video that made Nikki cry in the middle of Baby’s R’ Us, didn’t you?
Jennifer Nettles of Sugarland
Feel free to keep singing, but please don’t make us watch your face. Are you constipated, confused, in pain? What is it?
Even I can appreciate the occasional well-placed F-bomb, but dropping it every third word isn’t funny. Know what else isn’t funny? Stealing jokes from other comedians.
The Creators of Olive Garden Commercials
Earth to you: people who visit your restaurant don’t sit around and make G-rated jokes about how someone in their dinner party can’t resist your delicious food. Stop insulting our intelligence.
Nickelback and their Clones (Staind, 3 Doors Down, Daughtry)
Seriously, enough is enough… The only thing than worse than your smoker voices is your fabricated angst. Who listens to this crap, anyway? Maybe it’s the fifth-graders who are writing your lyrics. And I thought the world would have learned its lesson with Creed.
Distorting the truth one cheeseburger at a time.
Hug your kids in front of the camera. Kiss your wife. Try to make us think you’re a good guy. But we still remember what you did back in 2003.
Tell me why it takes more than two full years to put in an exit at 114th South? Here’s an idea: have more than one person work at a time.
At least pretend to be unbiased when reporting “the news”.
Conan got screwed, and you’re still not funny.