You know what it’s like when a motorcycle roars by and everyone jumps a little and turns their head to see what’s happening?  We heard so much of that over the weekend I don’t think we’ll ever be tempted to turn again.  It’s like they say, “motorcycles will be motorcycles”.  And we saw just about every different one there is.  Including what was the love child of a chopper and an El Camino.

Lori wanted to go on a Baby Moon before Casper comes, and she wouldn’t go anywhere but PCB.  She just happened to pick Bike Week, of all weeks.  It’s like we’re cursed to forever vacation with motorcycles.  We accidentally went to Daytona during bike week, we were woken up on the 19th floor of our hotel in Ohio by motorcycles revving engines during a breast cancer run, and now this.  Maybe Casper will ride one day and this will all make sense.  I’m sure that’ll make his grandparents happy, they ride a Harley (and just happened to come along with us on this trip) and were super excited Lori picked this weekend.

See more pictures from the trip here.

Check out lori’s new momcore album “Clean Your Mosh Pit” with her band the Angry Mums.

Containing such hits as “I know what you’re doing in there”, “That better be oregano”, and “Take out the trash before I take you out punk”.

That’s right, Lori’s pregnant with our first little nugget.  He will be called Casper Danger Von Manis, and should arrive at the end of June 2016.  It’s taken us 8 years to get to this point, we wanted to be selfish and spoil ourselves, now we’re ready to spoil this kid.

We had a cat named Claire, because Lori liked her hair.
She peed on the bed, she peed on the carpet.
She peed so much outside the box that we lost it.

We said bye Felicia to Claire, she lives on a farm now.  Literally, not like we killed her, duh.  She can pee anywhere she wants.

It seems perhaps we had a drug factory on our hands with this cat though, because some people get high on cat pee.

When camping, nothing should only serve one purpose.  Like a sweater can be a pillow, a bowl can become a sink, even a space heater can become an oven if you’re patient enough.

Another Halloween has passed away. It’s so fitting to say it’s dead, like everything great about Halloween is.

We built a church, a maze, a Wheel of Death, and found a way to summon Bloody Mary.  The best costume went to the same couple for the second year in a row, Bob Ross and his Happy Little Tree.

We planned this thing for a lot longer than we did last year, but somehow didn’t get everything we wanted to done. Looks like we’ll have to skip Christmas this year so we can prepare for next Halloween!  Bigger and better!

See the rest of the pictures here.

Halloween approaches!

Can you feel the ever present doom encircling you?  The constant feat of what’s ahead just far enough you can’t see it?  That bump in the hall?  What’s that whisper in the air vent, the voice calling out, but what is it saying?

She calls it Claire, but it used to be called Cricket, it doesn’t respond to either.

It’s our first Halloween in the new house, so let’s tear it up!

At the end of a small maze, littered with the ramblings and paraphernalia of a sicko, a psycho, a friend, was the body of Steve.  He missed his own party.

See the rest of the pictures here.

We celebrated our 5 year anniversary this year by going to adult Disney World, Vegas!

With so many choices of hotels on the strip, how is one to decide where to stay?  Simple, wherever they stayed in Vegas Vacation, The Mirage, duh.

We saw our first Cirque du Soleil show.  As much as they come to Atlanta nowadays it took us going to the other side of the country to get tickets.

We had our anniversary dinner at Botero in the Wynn hotel, because he’s a vegan so there’s gotta be some good grub right?  Uh, yeah, he knows what’s up.