It’s summer. I’m busy. I’ve got lots of playgrounds that need to slayin’ and lots of sand that needs eatin’. So there’s not a whole lot of pensive introspection going on for me to wax poetic about. BUT, the aforementioned activities are being documented.

For those who don’t follow my endeavors on the Facebooks, below you’ll find a few vids from the last couple weeks. Enjoy.

If slides were wild salmon, I’d be the grizzly bear that catches them with my snout and eats them for breakfast.

Or a few of ’em even.

The rain can’t keep me down. Heck, I like kinda like it. Mom’s cool with it, too. Dad, on the other hand, was complaining the whole time. I guess he got some mud or sand lodged up in the area where his cobbles used to be.

This vid is really not very exciting. But my rain suit is straight-up dope.

There are lots of things that I don’t take seriously. Like words that come out of Dad’s yapper, for instance.

But when it comes to recognizing the sacrifice of any and all military personel and their fams… this dude abides.

Happy Memorial Day.

From what I gather, I will be getting a sand box this weekend. I look forward to sitting in it, listening to Metallica in it, digging in it and burying an occasional poop in it. I shall also put in a request for a dune buggy to drive in it.

What’s wrong with this video? Lemme tell ya…

While the cinematography is absolutely stunning, the fact that it’s dang near May and I’m wearing fleece and a melon warmer is a buncha bull spit. That is what’s wrong. I may or may not have a sweet mohawk. But you’ll never know.

Had fun nonetheless.

This is a picture showing the Hand of God giving life to me.
It’s a metaphor. But it actually happened.

Enjoy this picture again, along with other things I don’t put on the blog, here.