The Lloyds

Nope, looks like I might have lied.  Same old dog, new tricks.  I suppose the adage that you can't teach an old dog new tricks would only apply if you don't have a child.  Well, I have a child (and Kimberly has two including me) and if you think that Marley was the worst dog ever ever in the world ever then you my friend are incorrect.  You can walk through my yard and find a minefield of baby socks, baby diapers (as opposed to these), bottle nipples, paper towels, and other random plastic things.

Ohio State University is the school I currently attend and they happen to have a football team.  For the most part they disappoint me.  Why the heck can't they blow teams out of the water and win by 40?  Well, because Jim Tressel gets paid to win, not win by 40 (also because they don't have a quarterback named Ben Weisenberger who will check out of a run that the coach called to drain the clock and instead throw a fade for a touchdown).
Last Saturday Kimberly twisted my arm hard enough and I took her to a football game being played between the Buckeyes of Ohio State and the Cornfeds of Iowa.  I'm pretty sure that is their mascot.  It may have been a pretty good game to watch on TV but it was definitely boring sitting in the stands, until the last 5 minutes that is.  Here are some pictures.
4th quarter view from the best seat in the house......our seats.














Game winning field goal in OT.  If you look closely you can see the football in the air.  If you look even more closely you will see Jon Welch with a single tear trickling ever so gently down his face.  Poor fella, must be hard to cheer for losers.









Here are a bunch of fools running onto the field only to find out that there really weren't free hotdogs at center field.  I had to hold Kimberly down so she wouldn't run out there too.  She loves hotdogs.











Dr. Pepper.  That's as close as I have to an Ohio State shirt.  I'm a fair weather fan.  You may notice that Kimberly is wearing a replica jersey from her favorite OSU player of all time, Troy Smith.  She wakes up sometimes mumbling his name.  It is kinda unsettling.








Just two days ago another kind central Ohio pup fell victim to the knife that me and my boys were wielding.  Well, Brian was wielding the knife.  James was just wielding a bunch of drugs and a pad of paper.  I of course was wielding a package of radiopaque sponges and a brain full of encyclopedic knowledge of canine anatomy and surgical procedures.  This time the dawg's name was Tank (most fitting name ever).  He really needed to be separated from his testicles because of his propensity to hump anything/anyone near him.  Here are some pics of our most recent success story.

Good old Tank getting ready to chow down on some grub before getting some pain meds and being put up for the night.












Tank and his surgeon/favorite target.  (It's not cheating if it's your dog) Another textbook procedure in the books.
















I've got some pretty exciting news to share with everyone very soon so keep an eye on this blog for something potentially life changing.

November 7, 2009 was the inaugural King family hayride and "bonfire".  Yeah, bonfire is put in quotations because I expected more effort out of Mr Joe King.  Here is a picture of the so-called "bonfire".
Pretty weak right?  This picture kinda makes me think of Paul Hogan.  Please tell me you agree.  I really just wanted to say "That's not a fire, that's a fire" right as I flipped a small car with one hand and lit it on fire with my laser beam vision.  Don't worry, next year Joe is going to come through in the clutch and probably have a really sweet fire that will get the fire department called out to his farm.





I couldn't really argue with the hayride part of the ordeal because it was exactly that.  It really took me back to the days when the whole Methodist church would make the trek to Chris and Hirk Scott's to have a fun night of food and hayride.  I'm sure that most of you will remember those good old days.
As you can see there are quite a few ladies on this side of the family.  It's gonna make for an interesting few years when they are all teenagers.
Adeline is doing the patented pucker that gets her so much attention from me because I think it is funny and cute.









The crew is ready to roll.  As you may notice there are a few ladies missing.  Grace decided to take a sabbatical to St  Louis and Kristen was home with Ellie(yeah another girl under the age of one) because she was a little sniffley(see how much I'm learning in school).









 My lovely ladies.  You too Bonnie and Carly.














The grandparents at some rock that has some significance in some way that I'm not familiar with and all the little ladies.













I'm lactating.  Gynecomastia is tough to deal with but I'm getting along just fine.















The girls huddled close for warmth.  Probably won't be able to get a picture like this again.....ever.













Here you see the two most special women in my life.  They are pretty awesome. They are pretty too.
































And that was the inaugural King family hayride and "bonfire".  Maybe next year everyone will actually show up and we'll have a real fire.

Of course I am sending my congratulations to both the Allsop family and the Sharp family. They welcomed some small humans into this world last week.  I've only seen one of these creatures in person and he is a cute little booger.  It's kinda hard to believe that the little miss of the zoo household was once that small and flaccid.  Huh, for some reason that sounded dirty.  Anyway, here are some pics and once again, CONGRADULATIONS (see, I am from Bainbridge).

Elliott Bruce - welcome to the family.






If you are interested in finding some pictures of the parents of this kid you should probably go here.