How freakin' cool are my parents?!!!

Rick and Nancy headed to Grand Cayman for a couple of weeks in January. They stayed on Seven Mile Beach, but I'm told that it is also called Six Mile. Hmmm..who's counting.

Anyhoo--here is proof that if you supply the right kind of beach, sunshine and easy to use snorkeling gear that you CAN get Nancy out into the water. Check out dad's guns in the stingray pic! Apparently, rays are very docile creatures yet weigh a hefty 80 some pounds--this explains "Cajun Joe" or I mean "Caymanian Joe" helping out dad in the picture. Doesn't Joe look like he's been rode hard and put away wet?! And to think, he's only 21. Kidding...

Check out these pics at http://gallery.mac.com/umberger#100008&sel=0

Dad's best bud from junior high, Dave Umberger, a professional photographer for Purdue University took these photos while visiting mom and dad.

Now, Rick and Nancy are somewhere in Greece...I think Kalambaka or Meteora. On Monday, they get on a boat and cruise to Poros, Tinos, Delos, Santorini, Naxos and Syros. Damn the bad luck!

I'm 30 and I drive a station wagon...

Here's our new car. I call it a station wagon. Juice calls it a "crossover" blah, blah, blah. Whatever. It's safe and will soon be dubbed the "baby wagon" or the "feral rider".

mini house tour

Here's a mini tour of our house. The flowers are in bloom, the grass is green and the lawn has been mowed--thanks Jose! I spared sharing pictures of the bedrooms because, let's face it...it's Spring Break and I haven't made my bed all week. Notice Grandma Dornfeld's furniture in the living room...the cushions are up so Mick won't jump on them. The location of the couches are too perfect for a big, brown dog to scope out the neighborhood through the front window. And, as some of you know, Mick's job is to protect our house from, "dinosaurs and the French". Don't ask me what that means...it's just what Justin tells the dog to do every time we leave the house.

Where do I start?

I haven't even had this kid yet and I've got my work cut out for me. Notice all the clothes and gifts? I guess it's time to organize. Juice put a lot of labor and love into the painting of this room. The color is called "Caribbean Blue" and it's either going to give our kid seizures or be very soothing. Mick is skeptical...

Carrie comes to visit poor little ol' me

So, pretty much. I'm going to get you all caught up on what has been going on.

The picture below is of my son's junk. We refer to it as the "copy machine" mooning pic.

This was taken in December. The other pic is of Carrie and the fatty, Mick. Carrie, god bless her, came up from Eugene and kept me occupied while Juice is down in Corona Del Mar celebrating Ian Lindsey's last days of bachelorhood. I am new at this blogging thing, so I apologize, in advance, for all the mistakes I will be making. I will be posting a lot this weekend to, like I said, get everyone caught up and then I hope to tone down a bit. This could become an unhealthy addiction.

Look at my alien belly!

Here he is. The unnamed son. This picture was taken by Carrie Miller who so kindly helped me create this blog.