My First Attempt by Travis Hartley

So I checked in on the blog tonight to see what all I had missed out on in Emma's life today while I was at work and what do I find but the post from yesterday. What? No Thursday post? Did nothing monumental occur in our family's life today? OK, a bit dramatic, I know. I went looking for Shana so that she could explain her lackadaisical attitude towards her posting duties, and I found her lying in Emma's crib trying to get her to go back to sleep. For a moment I wondered if she might just sleep in the crib tonight. Most of you know that Shana is not very tall, but she had to bend her legs to fit in the crib and it did not look very comfortable (reminder: the side of the crib is off so that Emma has a "big girl bed"). A funny sight, but it did not last. Emma went back to sleep and Shana is now in her own "big girl bed" without posting anything for Thursday, May 11, 2006!

I decided to take it upon myself to take a shot at this high-tech, new-age blogging thing. You remember earlier in this post I said I was at work today, well I did go to work for a few hours. I spent the rest of the day playing golf. Today was the Phoenix Classic 2006. It's a very exclusive, invitation only golf tournament with a broad field of individuals from across the Midwest selected by my Uncle Clay and Granddad Bob. Actually it was a group of coal buyers and local people who get together once a year to play a little golf and then go back to Bob's house to drink beer, talk about how crappy everyone played and for the main event - eat bovine testicles. Yum. We played well enough to take sixth place and recieved a nice bag for our efforts. Now before you all get the wrong idea that I lead some cush life where all I do is play golf and eat bull nuts, I rarely get to play golf and I try to limit my ball consumption to the annual event at Bob's house.

Enough about me. Everyone knows that this blog really should be called the "Emma Hartley Extravaganza" or some other catchy title. Here is an update for all of you out there who tuned in only to get your daily dose of Emma; the picture selected for today shows off one of the talents I have helped instill in our child: sticking out her tongue.

This must be how Doogie Howser, M.D. felt each night as he typed in the story of his life before he drifted off to sleep. I hope for everyone's sake that Shana resumes her posting tomorrow, I'm not sure I'm cut out for this blogging stuff.