My last week, in pictures.

Finished my trade-show crud this week.
Here are a couple layouts--and a sneak peek of some new product coming out.


I know these pictures are craptastically out of focus, but I love the kids' expressions.


We spent the whole day at Lagoon.

We have discovered that we are raising wussy-boys. They chickened out on almost every ride. Shianne was raring to go on everything, and Mikayla was willing to try anything they let her go on. She is still about four inches shy of being able to ride anything remotely risky. She and I were very content to spend some quality time together riding in Kiddie-land.

I must say, the Lady-bug Drop is the best-kept secret in the park. Heh.

Now just a warning to the ladies out there...who is this hottie McHotness??

Well, he is the father to five:

But sadly, he is taken...by this lady, who looks like she is wearing a glowing beaver-skin cap on her head.

It is this photo, and the day spent in the sweltering heat of Lagoon that made me say "Why do I keep all this hair?"
So bright and early yesterday morning, I went down to a hair salon and said "Take it off."
What I actually said was "Trim it to my shoulders and lightly layer it to take some weight off."
What that translated to was "Chop this bob off to my chin, and chunk some chunks."
I hated my hair so much that I don't know if this is a good cut or a bad cut.
I don't care.
I just know it is different, and if I would have worn my hair in a pony-tail or a loose braid down my back ONE MORE TIME, I would have been arrested as a polygamist. It needed to go.
I know you will want to see it, right?
Fine.
But know that I am still in that post-new-haircut learning curve, and it might get better.
Then again, it might not.
Cause I don't care.
I have suffered from low hair self-esteem for so long that now I am completely indifferent.

The best part, Sam is not a short hair on girls kind of a guy.
He had been having a terrible day at work.
That will happen, when you opt to golf instead of work on a frequent basis. Things tend to get backed up that way.
Work, Schmurk.
So he came home from work, and took one look at my new do and said "MAN! My day keeps getting worse, and worse."
He spent the rest of the day trying to take those words back.
And the night on the couch.
Okay, not really.

So there is your update.
We have been busy here.
I can't believe June is gone...
And I found a good quote:
“Time you enjoy wasting, was not wasted.”
--John Lennon

So, here's to wasting some quality time this weekend!