Daughters

I hope i have the same relationship with my daughters as my dad did with my sisters. The bond they share has help them through so much. I pray that i will be like him and show them what a good father is supposed to be.

Cooooooper and Red

Just some shoots at our last family outing at the park. I love Cooper this kid rocks.

Heaven

My family, My life, My Paradise, "Surely this must be what heaven is like"

Newport

Although it looks like are days of vacationing in Newport may have come to an end, I will always have it in my heart. So many of our summers have been spent there, so many emotions rush to the front of my mind. But one story in particular will always be my favorite.

It was the summer of 1987 what a great year. I was heading in to my senior year at high school and looking forward to this vacation with my friends and family. One evening my dad and I went down to the fun zone to just hang out and play some video games together. It seemed we didn't get a chance to do much together any more so this was a little extra special. We played for a couple of hours and even got a balboa bar together then we deiced to go from there to the pier. On the way there dad changed his mind and wanted to head home so I told him I would see him later and headed off to the pier. I love the end of the pier, I know I know it smells like dead fish most of the time, but at the edge if you stand just close enough and look strait forward you can almost feel like you are hovering over the ocean. It's a great alone place if you ever need to just think. After my time time there i headed back to the house. Upon my return my mom and dad were outside waiting for me. Dad said did they find you, and i said who? The girls. What girls? I thought he was talking about some of our Friends that had come along on our trip. I said no i did see them what were they going to do? Then he said now not them some strange girls form the arcades. After we split up these girls followed dad home, Why they followed him home and not me to the pier i will never know, but they wanted to know if i had a girlfriend and how long i was here for. Dad told them i was on the pier or on my was back to the house and that they would come across me if they hurried. So the turned around to never be heard from of seen again. I think one of two things happened. 1 they worked up all there courage to talk to dad only to find out he was my dad then being so embarrassed they didn't want to talk to me. Or 2 Dad made up this story to build my confidence, but he swore to the day that he died that this was the true story. If it was just made up to help me feel better about my self dad it worked. I remember being so excited about that, that a strange girl wanted to talk to me, that was really cool. This is on of a million reasons why i will never forget Newport beach.

Angel

As most of you know i ride the bus to and from work. Now I'd like to say i do this to help the environment but the main reason I do is I don't want to pay $3 a gallon for gas. This is another story for another day. I've always had very interesting rides to and from work on these buses but one in particular happened yesterday.

The afternoon bus is usually the most interesting bus of the day. It was raining outside so the buses windows where shut and the genius bus drive didn't have the air on so things where getting a little rank on the bus. With every stop more and more people would get on, remember it's raining outside so everyone wants the bus. About half way through my ride someone in the back yells TURN THE AIR ON!!! SOMEONE HERE HAS STINKY FEET!!! He is in the back of the bus looking forward, a young Hispanic fellow with his pregnant girlfriend where in the middle of the bus with me standing up in the isle. Now remember this guy in the back is facing forward looking forward he has no choice but to look our way. The Hispanic fellow thinks he is talking to him when he yells stinky feet so this Hispanic guy starts to threaten him as he is reaching down to his shorts trying to pull something out. the guy in the back is now trying to stand up to get to this guy and do who knows what to him.(did i forget to tell you I'm sitting right in front of the Hispanic fellow) At this point I'm staring to question why i ride the bus everyday. So it looks like there is going to be an old fashion ass whooping on the bus right in front of me. (Good times!!) Then i realize the Hispanic fellow is not just playing with himself as he grabs at his pants but he's pulling out his gun.(yeehaw) Now i think, so this is how I'm going to leave this world from a gun shoot by an idiot that thinks someone said he had stinky feet. Lucky me!! But then fate intervenes and this Hispanic fellows 5' 1" pregnant girlfriend turns around to the guy in the back and yells "YOU STUPID WHITE CRACKER ASS#*%@ SIT DOWN AND SHUT UP" then she turns to her pistol wielding boyfriend and say "SIT YOUR SORRY MEXICAN ASS DOWN I DON'T WANT TO GET KICKED OF THE BUS IN THE RAIN." I never thought an angel would come in the form of a 5'1" pregnant woman with a tattoo of Jesus holding a smoking gun in his hand on her right shoulder would save my life or at least save me from serious injury. So thank you to my angel for saving my life on the bus.