"See if you can guess what I am now." - Bluto, "Animal House"
Ashleigh and I travelled to our great state capitol Columbus today to see Adam, my new nephew and her new cousin. The results were spectacular. We got to experience about everything: some crying, some smiling (gas), peeing, crapping, eating. How many ways can you describe a baby four days old? Cute, cuddly, tiny, squishy… a miracle. We love him. Anyway, here are some photos.
In about a week, I am taking a trip to Plains, Georgia for the annual Peanut Festival. This will be my third trip to the town and my second to the Peanut Festival. On Saturday, President Carter will do a book signing and I have been purchasing many of his books. I found that on Amazon, many of these used books go for anywhere from one penny to a few dollars. So far I have been very happy with the quality of these used books (and some audio CD’s).
Anyway, I’ve always enjoyed the Jimmy Carter books I’ve read so I basically purchased almost all of them, thinking I could get a few signed on my trip. This particular one, Always a Reckoning and Other Poems was literally 50 cents plus shipping (about $4.00 total).
When I opened the package, I examined the book and it was in excellent condition. And it was a nice hardback first edition to boot. But when I opened it up… Read the rest of this entry »
I love this shot of my cousin Karen’s daughter Abby. Just imagine how unsuccessful you would have been if you had been trying to pose her like this!
On days like these when nothing much happens, I could tell you about the mundane aspects of everyday living, such as a graphic description of the horrendous traffic jam I saw this morning – or I could opt to say something of interest.
What I envision is that this will be an ongoing diary highlighting events of interest as they actually occur (assuming they ever do) – as well as a diary of reminiscences, reflections, opinions, or anecdotes. In other words, this is my own private Farmer’s Almanac, full of relevant or completely irrelevant miscellany. But that’s enough explanations of how this is the most incohesive bit of gobbledygook ever written. On to the heart of the matter! In this case, it involves our visit to the grave of Oliver Hardy’s mother, Miss Emmie. Read the rest of this entry »
There’s something pretty cool about my first entry being about new life. I just got off of the phone with my sister to get all of the details. She went into labor at about 2:15 pm while at work and delivered my first and only nephew Adam Joseph Ockerman at 4:33 pm. He came in at 7lbs, 1 oz. As people say, “both mother and baby are fine.” I will likely travel to Columbus this weekend to see him. I’ve always wanted a young lad to corrupt. (My daughter Ashleigh is uncorruptable but oh, how I’ve tried.)
Five mintues old.
Continue with 2006…