My Good Looks

I know you get on here day after day to see new pictures of wonderful, beautiful Emma. You probably look at her and then look at her Mommy and think to yourself, "good thing she didn't take after her Daddy." Well, I agree for the most part. Her Mommy is truly a beautiful specimen in her own right (and luckily has the intelligence and personality to go along with it, because we all know that looks tend to fade absent extensive cosmetic surgery). But what you may not realize is that Emma gets her curly blonde locks from none other than yours truly. The picture you see is me in the early '80s when Mickey Mouse hats were all the rage.

You would not believe how many times I have been told how cute I used to be. I just hope Emma remains cute and is not subjected to the "used to be" treatment later in life. A few months ago we started dieting, because that is the thing to do during January. Well, here it is May and we have remained fairly faithful. We are both somewhat lighter as a result. At church one morning, a particular individual who will remain anonymous (hint: J.M. DVM) said "Shana you are looking so skinny, and Travis you are looking so much ........ skinnier." What a clever gent. I guess it is better than him saying "Travis you used to be so much fatter." By the way, Shana is looking quite skinny, and "hot" for that matter, but I am sure you have already noticed that from the few picture appearances she has made on this blog.

Today I have dealt with municipal issues, guardianship care, probate, real estate, divorce, condemnation and child support; or as I call it: a typical day. I spent half an hour or so in court this afternoon, but for the most part I have been sitting at my desk all day. My office has a big window that looks out to Wilson Street (the locals usually call it Main Street) but I usually have the blinds closed so I do not really see much of what is going on. The other day I saw a guy rear-end a lady at the intersection while she was waiting to turn left. The lady waited a few minutes before getting out of her car, he never got out of his truck. She walked back and looked at her bumper (no major damage), turned and glared at him, got back in her car and drove off. He also drove off. No real point in telling you this other than the fact that I was amused. I guess I should have run out the door with business card in hand but I had a full desk that day.

I plan to make weekly contributions here. Frankly, I am a little disappointed that there have not been any updates for the past few days. To be fair, Shana changed up her work schedule and was gone all day on Wednesday. I know how much you all look forward to the latest scoop, but keep in mind that Shana has a very demanding job; she has to take care of a whiney, needy, inconsiderate, demanding, sometimes difficult to deal with pain in the butt. Oh, and she also has to take care of our darling daughter.