So, I turned 31 this week. I got lots of presents, including some great flip-flops and board shorts from Marie. I also got this great product from Sony which will finally enable us to transfer all our old camcorder tapes to DVD. There is one minor problem - it doesn't work. It came from Costco, though, so it won't be a big deal to take it back if we can never get it to work. I really wish it would just work, because it's really simple to use - it just makes coasters, that's all. asha. (that last word is the work of Asha, who made me let her write her name in the blog).

This week was also the Fathers and Sons campout, which was held at Lake Jennings. It was only about a half an hour away from our house. There was no shortage of prickly pears, as you can see, but it was hard to feel like we were roughing it when I could look across the lake and see the palatial sub-suburban mansions of San Diego rich folks. The Jack-in-the-Box was only about 3 minutes from camp, and many a Father and Son succumbed to the temptation. In fact, Jerome and I were the only ones that actually cooked our dinner at the site. As if you can have a Fathers and Sons without cooking your own dinner. We had hamburgers.

This is what Asha calls her "mad face'. CTR5 (Asha wants everyone to know that she just wrote "CTR5" on the blog)










This is another picture of Asha, but this one's not her "mad face".

Here are some unrelated thoughts from this week. After seeing the name of one top prospect in last week's NFL draft, I was left to wonder whether D'brickashaw Ferguson has a long lost brother named D'rickashaw, who shows a prodigious athletic ability regarding the pulling of a two-wheeled cart.

Also this week, Marie and I decided to unload our house to a total low-ball offer, which reminded me of when Clint Eastwood's character remarked "There are two kinds of men in this world. Those with loaded guns, and those who dig." We dug. We'll see if we actually close.