Souvenirs

This is our little souvenir we are bringing back. It's pretty cool, and they will make anything you want. It just might cost quite a bit more. This mosaic is called Dionisis or something like that.

Putted!

As part of court ordered public service I took an orphan golfing. My first choice was scrub the homeless, but I couldn't tell who was or wasn't homeless in Adana.

Our "Special" Little Girl

She has a very good imagination. She likes to pretend to be a baby a lot lately. Usually her tongue is hanging out a little bit more, and then she wahs. I really need to find a better place to hide her old baby gear.

Batman flipping out.

I think Christian Bale should be a T.I. at basic training. That is if McG will come along in case he has two cents to add. I am sure by now you have heard this guy going ape shiz (it's a family blog) on some apparent amateur. And I must say, it really took me back to Texas. 

My T.I. was eloquent when expressing his dissatisfaction in any of our various tasks in this same way. Sometimes three minutes was cutting you a break. I have hazy memories of the sun feeling like it was about seven feet from the Earth's surface whilst having a talking to like this about being tall or having a loose string or what ever I was told on whatever occasion. My TI leaned in close enough for the brim of his hat to touch my glasses and he whispered "you look like a damn Golden Girl to me". I don't know about you, but when a guy who seems to constantly be teetering on the brink of kicking your ass says that-it is funny. Maybe he was a fan of Betty White? I don't know but I like to think it was a compliment.