Does He Still Shit In His Pants?

In an effort to add some discipline to my easily distracted mind, I am creating this blog to practice writing and photography on a somewhat regular basis. The title comes from a story about my Irish Grandfather. When I was a baby anytime my mother would ask him if he wanted to hold me, he would say "Does he still shit in his pants?" It sounds like something I would say about a baby and it makes me laugh every time I think about it. BTW, YOU CAN CLICK ON ANY PICTURE TO SEE IT FULL SIZE.

Monday, June 29, 2009

June 28 My Day At The Lake

This morning was absolutely beautiful. So Chrissy & I took the Fanook & Fluffy to Kemil Beach.

Here's Fluff kicking old lady style on the shore. Where are her nuclear testing quality brown wrap around sunglasses?

I guess they had too much sun, sand and surf. Yes, there was about 2 foot waves. Oslo got knocked over by one. The little devil almost looks angelic in this shot.

My dogs may be worn out but not me. Days like this are too rare around here. Plus I have a midnight 25 mile bike ride coming up. So my sister in law Kimmie and I biked Chicago's Lakefront Trail round trip from McCormick Center to North Avenue Beach.