FOcuS

I dont know what it is lately but the more I try to focus on certain things the more difficult and obscure those things become.
Is that because they are no longer worth focusing on? Is that God's way of telling me I am going down the wrong path? Am I just being lazy?
Verdict: Lazy.

Prize Fighter

Tony has taken a liking to boxing...Wii style. If you listen closely you can hear eye of the tiger...more like kitty cat...playing in the back ground :)

P&J Shoot

Making movies is fun. We took a crew of five to Carson City Nevada this last weekend to shoot a short that we will submit to the LA Short Film Festival this year. Oh yeah...for those of you that don't know I own a video production / story telling company with my buddy Bryan Stewart, the other guy in the hat sitting on the dolly (that I pushed all day).

We do corporate video and commercials but are pushing towards feature land. Our company site is http://www.thevmgroup.net/ and you can see some of our work and a few demo reels we have cut.

The kid (Luke) is one of the actors...and yes that is an aquaman shirt and superman lunch box. We had Luke running away from a dog for around 2 hours...he was great.

What I really want to draw your attention to is the hair growing out from underneath my hat...in August I decide to do a little experiment....and it worked...the hair grows...think on top but its there man :)

He built most of it...I swear!

So it was Tonys 1st pinewood derby...he cut the car, helped shape the wheels and polished the axles...AND HE WON IT ALL!!!!

After one of the dads came over to give his congrats...then asked to see the car...he immediately inspected the car for illegal what have you's...I told him we are really good cheaters then invited him to smoke pot with us in the parking lot...what a jackass :)

I am proud of my boy not because he won but by the way he won. He built it Elvis style...his way.

+1

I picked up Vilayphone, belly button to belly button bear hug style, and went to the bed and fell into the comfy matress...I made a move for a little action and sure to form Sammy and Ella bound into the room joining us on the bed.

We all start to wrestle around and then I ask Sammy "How much do I love your Mom?" Sammy replies "uuummmm 1000." We all laugh and then Vilayphone asks, "is that all?" "Well, 1001 then" he replied.

How much is a lot? 1,000,000 is a lot of dollars but not pesos, unless of course you have no pesos...then 1 is a lot. 100 is a small number unless of course you are talking about elephants, then that is lot, unless you are from Laos (the land of 1,000,000 elephants) in which case you would have only a few.

I'm confused. But then again I am an old man with old man ways of thinking...maybe we should take a page from the kiddies: add 1 to any number and that is a lot.

Using that logic: I have a lot of kids (2+1= a lot), a lot of friends named Richard (4+1= a lot), a lot of hair (50+1= a lot), a lot of friends (you +1= a lot), a lot of everything + 1= a lot.

Getting to a lot is easy...just add 1.

Fantastic...+1 = a lot.

Bug-eyed!

If her eyes got any bigger they would implode on themselves causing the whole family to disappear :) Ella likes dress up.

Peter Pan

Last night the family was together watching Peter Pan...a personal favorite...toward the end of the movie the Wendy turns to Peter to give him a thimble (a kiss)...

Now the boys and I are sitting on the big couch, Vilayphone is on the little one and baby girl is on the ground wrapped in a blanket big enough for her to get lost in for a week.

...just as they kiss, I look over at the boys and we all make that kissing is gross noise, you know somewhere between the I hate going to the dentist groan and kindly remove the toothpick from my eyes, they've had enough noise...just as we are entering full swing into our audible rebellion of Wendy and Peter Pan's act, Ella, our just turned three years old but gonna DIVA anyway, whips around and with all the ferocity of a baby lamb grunts "its not silly, its not silly!" We lost it :)

On another note, it is astonishing to me how much this little girl comprehends...and feels. At the end of the movie, aftering having thier fill of neverland, Wendy, her brothers, the lost boys and of course Pan return to the nursery...they find their mother sleeping in the rocker and they want to surprise her about thier return, so they hop into bed without waking her...she eventually wakes and after looking at the beds and seeing but not beleiving the kids are actually in thier beds, she exits the room... AT THIS MOMENT ELLA CLIMBS INTO MY LAP AND IS WEEPING! Not knowing what to do, she sits there, tears and boogies streaming down her face, just pointing at the TV looking like she just witnessed the spontaneous explosion of Santa Claus...but then Mother rushes back to the room to discover the kids are real and embraces them all intensely...Ella's tears imediately cease and boogies dry faster than super glue...and she claps the clap of relief...

At 16 I learned that my finger didn't belong in my nose...how can she understand and feel this way?